Heroine of the Broken Engagement-Chapter 35: I woke up
Chapter 35: I woke up
β¦ I hear voices from somewhere.
Someone is quarreling with another, it seems.
ββ¦ Oswald Ricks! Are you not listening to what I say!?β ππ«πeπππ£ππ°π·ππ.coπ
ββ¦ Iβm telling you that the deal wonβt come through if you turn her into damaged goods beforehand.β
β¦ Whoa, they are saying something dangerous.
Rather, who is βherβ? Me? Thatβs me, isnβt it? Just look at the situation.
β¦ I have not opened my eyes yet though.
β¦ Still, one of those people talking did say βOswaldβ, did he not?
It appears that Oswald is talking with someone I do not know.
β¦ Just what is it about?
I donβt have any memories after Oswald made me drink the drug.
I have been most likely sleeping until now.
It seems that I was laying down on a flat place, but itβs hard on top of being extremely cold, like a stone or concrete.
β¦ Because I was sleeping on the floor, my body is hurting a lot.
I will press charges later, alright?
β¦ Rather, Iβd like to grasp the situation, so I should be opening my eyes soon though.
βI want to clear up my twenty-year-old resentment thoughβ¦!β
β¦? twenty-year-old resentment?
Thatβs quite a long resentment you have there.
This person that is talking with Oswald apparently has extremely obstinate character.
ββ¦ Thatβs why I am telling you to endure for a little longer.β
Oswaldβs voice was extremely cold unlike his cheery voice at the school.
A coldness exceeded even Rishell. Far from absolute zero.
ββ¦ Are you all right not being able to take revenge just because of violating this girl?β
ββ¦ Ku! You better remember this, you brat!β
The person Oswald was talking left thanks to his sound argumentβ¦ no, I donβt know what kind of sound argument was that, but he left the room while roughly breathing out.
Bang! the door closed.
ββ¦ Haah, the head of the Arsale House is a troublesome one.β
So said Oswald, but I have no knowledge of someone with such family name.
Otousama and Okaasama seem to associate with many nobles, but itβs not like I uncover everyoneβ¦
While thinking such, going in circles, Oswald approached.
Not good, not good! I donβt what he will do to me if he realizes that I am not asleep anymore!
I closed my eyes hard, and pretended to breathe calmly.
β¦ But, it was useless.
ββ¦ Olga, you are awake, arenβt you?β
β¦ To think he would utter such manga-ish line in a real life.
Moreover, it wasnβt passionate, but hard-boiled.
β¦ I opened my eyes while thinking about something incomprehensible.
When I opened my eyes, Oswald stood before me wearing the same clothes, making the same expression, wearing the same shoes.
Even though everythingβs supposed to be the same, I felt that he was different in some way.
ββ¦ When did you notice?β
βSince that pig snapped because he couldnβt violate you.β
No, you noticed from the moment I woke up? What is this fellow?
Is he perhaps an assassin too?
β¦ Was my breathing the problem?
That would be gross if he noticed from that though.
While thinking something extremely rude, I looked into Oswaldβs eyes.
ββ¦ What do you want from me?β
This is what I donβt understand the most.
I did not know Oswald at all until I got to know him through Lance.
I donβt remember the names of all my classmates, so people from the other classesβ¦ eh, letβs leave that aside.
The problem is that I had unconditionally believed Oswald.
Although sweet words would absolutely never work on me.
Itβs probably because I have seen him as Lanceβs friend.
β¦ I trusted him too much.
Even though I would have never gone if I knew this would happenβ¦
Well, I canβt see the future, so it cannot be helped.
Iβm not like a certain futuristic robot after all.
β¦ I have not seen my future since coming to this worldβ¦ I hope it wonβt end here though.
Leaving the beloved robot aside, I seem to be valuable to Oswald for some reason.
He might be trying to get my family involved too.
ββ¦ I detest your little brother.β
ββ¦ Why?β
Celsior is not a child that would make others want to kidnap people.
We have been a family (although a fake one) for a long time, so I know that much.
β¦ It would be different if he was wearing a mask like Rishell, but Celsiorβs thoughts easily project on his face.
ββ¦ What? Has he taken your woman? Even though he told me that he never went on a date before.β
βThatβs not it!? β¦ Seems like you are composed enough to joke around.β
Wrong. This is only to regain my usual, calm way of speaking.
The truth is, Iβm scared. I donβt know when I am going to die or how will I die.
Taking a philosophic view that dying anytime is all right might be good, but thatβs not possible for me.
Arenβt I here because I cut ties with my family and friends to survive?