Chapter 158: The Sixth Plan of Dolores Wynt
Today is the fateful day.
Well, the fateful day for me, Dolores Wynt, is as common as rainy days in the morning.
Tragedy is like rain.
And the signs of tragedy are like rain clouds.
Irresistible rain clouds that shed tears and blood.
You understand, Dolores?
That is why the Wynt are acting as winds that drive away such fate by interfering with fate.
My grandfather, who died long before I was born, repeatedly said that through the mirror.
The Wynt’s way of causal interference is very simple.
For example, it is placed in the context of a story that was repeatedly read since they were young.
For example, a small piece of paper between the books that they pulled out which contains a warning to never turn right at the corner that day.
Repeat the message repeatedly for the person we want to mobilize, for the sake of the future.
That is all.
However, seemingly insignificant interference is hard to ignore if it is repeated like a paranoia for generations.
Eventually, it twists the natural principle behavior of the human being who was interfered with.
Suspicious deaths, suicides, deaths by madness, assassinations, uncertain whereabouts.
Murdering allies, regicide, mariticide, uxoricide, parricide, filicide.
If one turns the pages of the history book properly, now and then one will find inexplicable and unnatural cases.
Those are the tragedies the Wynt family took part in to get rid of the greater tragedies.
Notwithstanding the deeds of my ancestors, they are all artistic and disgustingly accurate.
Now then, the story goes back to present time.
This morning, an old magic book fell in front of the thirteen-year-old me.
At a very unnatural timing.
A piece of paper emerged from a gap in the cover of the book that had fallen and hit the floor.
It was a scribble of an ancestor from 150 years ago, describing the name and conditions of the person I had to kill today.
Eléonore Ignitia.
The princess I had to serve.
My single decent best friend, and a confidant since childhood.
Again, huh.
That is what I truly think.
I’ve seen the same note five times.
The first note I received was when Eléonore and I were eight years old.
The role to assassinate the young princess originally belonged to my father, who was the head of the Wynt family, but he rejected it.
I understand his desire to refuse.
Because, well, killing the young princess of the suzerain state is unacceptable be it from the standpoint of emotions, morals, ethics, or position.
Three days later, instead of my father, I was the one who started receiving messages from my ancestors repeatedly.
Eventually, even my late great-grandfather and grandfather persuaded me through the mirror endlessly.
It seems that the fate of that princess is so devastating that direct descendants of the immediate family of Wynt, who have received repeated interference, have to take direct actions.
At that time, as an eight-year-old, it was a role that made me feel hopeless.
I didn’t want to kill that precious child just to escape rain.
Even if she would end up being the vessel of Cain, the most detestable Lunatic King in history.
As a result, I never managed to kill Eléonore until now.
But I will probably never forget the lonely suffering of the five times I had to prepare magic for assassination.
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By the way, today is the day we celebrate the Advent Festival at the royal castle of Ignitia, our suzerain state.
I was watching the night sky on the balcony; a place where I can lure out and be alone with my target.
The night sky is covered with dark grey clouds, and no stars can be seen, even now, on the day of the new moon.
It is an incredibly lackluster and depressing sky, just like my life.
“And that is how it went this morning, Eléonore.”
With the name of the assassination target hidden, I told her about this morning as if it was a funny story.
“That is troubling indeed. But, as your confidant, I’ll keep this to myself, Dolores. Even if you kill, we will always be friends.”
‘We will always be friends’… it was such a sickly-sweet, childish attachment.
The princess, who doesn’t even know that she is the target, was very carefree. It was honestly enviable.
Aah, I want to steal magical power from the magic tower and disperse the clouds with massive weather magic, but this is Ignitia.
No convenient magic tower has been built nearby.
I can’t do anything because my magical power has almost been exhausted while preparing the assassination magic for the princess.
“But, your ancestors are really serious, huh. They sound like delicate drama writers.”
“It is difficult.”
The easygoing princess quipped.
But I want this child to be comfortable.
If possible, I don’t want her to know the hardships of others any more than this.
“Of course, that is understandable. Because your first assassination plan’s target is me, correct?”
Hearing Eléonore’s words, I doubted my ears.
This person, what did she say just now?
Perhaps she knew that I was feeling shaken, she repeated her words afterwards as if giving an additional blow.
“Once more then. It’s me, right?”
“…No way, did you read my mind?”
Suppressing the urge to hyperventilate, I asked back.
Ignorant of other people’s feelings, Eléonore stared at me meaningfully.
This person’s doll-like beauty at times like this is seriously annoying.
“No, but it was written on your face.”
“Liar. I haven’t changed my expression at all.”
“You didn’t change your expression, but did you notice that you’re holding your left arm with your right hand? It’s a habit when you have to make a hard choice, right? Poor you, Dolores!”
Eléonore made an expression as if saying she had me figured out.
It was a provoking smile full of mischief.
Eléonore asked while I was looking for words to respond with.
“So, what are the conditions for today? And can you tell me why I must die?”
“A girl will appear before you. If you can’t be friends with that girl, I will have to kill you immediately.”
When I saw this order, I thought that my ancestors must have known that this princess is shy. They are truly hateful.
“Oh my, how scary!”
“That is why, no matter how much of a liar or a coward the girl is, or even if she is the worst person on the planet, you must be friends with her. No matter what.”
“Eeh~!”
Eleonore raised a disgustingly happy voice.
Aah, this person, she doesn’t care to hear what I say.
“…You. Do you even understand what I’m saying?”
“A person’s mind should not be desecrated by anyone, Dolores.”
Then Eléonore’s assertion began.
She is a powerful person, but she doesn’t use that power on humans.
Because she has been unconsciously overwriting the mind of the people around her since she was a child.
By the time she understood what’s going on around her, she realized that her mother was no longer the mother who kneaded cocoa.
It is said that her mind was shut for a while because of the shock of having unconsciously overwritten her own mother’s mind.
“So, I will absolutely refuse to change another person’s mind.”
I don’t really get it, but unfortunately, I don’t have time to think it over.
“Still, that kind of fate is unfortunate, isn’t it? Don’t you understand how important this is?”
I persuaded her earnestly.
The gears will be thrown out of joint if you don’t meet the conditions, and then you will become the Vampire Queen.
Someone with the incomparably powerful telepathy ability being taken over by the Vampire King, can you imagine?
The height of the mountain of the dead built by the Vampire Queen would be unprecedented.
“That is why, if you still value your life, please follow what I said.”
Eléonore didn’t seem to budge, even when I revealed my hand and persuaded her.
“But, as long as I’m alive, you can’t escape the duty of watching me, right? Then, wouldn’t that be as if you were born to be my guard? Being tied down all the time like that must be unpleasant, right?”
Yes, of course it’s unpleasant.
But that is the reason why there is nothing that I can do.
I am the guardian of the tragic princess, and I am set to be someone working behind-the-scenes of history.
“I’d rather be killed by you for the peace of lots of people somewhere, Dolores.”
Eléonore ruthlessly told me to be someone who kills her best friend.
What a terrible thing to say.
“Rather than dying for someone somewhere, live for me!”
When I shouted hysterically, Eléonore, for some reason, laughed.
As she laughed, she pointed at the hall while rubbing her eye.
“That said, there’s no one approaching us. All the adults seem to be busy, and all the kids are terrified by me and you.”
“That’s entirely your fault…”
“Oh my, that won’t do, Dolores!”
Both of us are practically misanthrope and unsociable.
We look and behave differently like day and night, but we are of the same nature.
While we were waiting for a worthless person on an unpopular balcony in this way, a strange person appeared.
A young boy walked in from being surrounded by girls of the same age.
He said goodbye to each one carefully and came over here.
“Hey, that guy is coming over, Eléonore.”
“A boy with a beautiful face…?”
“No. Looks like it’s a girl dressed as a man.”
For some reason her clothes are luxurious, but the size doesn’t fit her.
Judging from her dark blonde hair and facial features, she seems to be from a family of alchemists in the West.
“How weird. I have a feeling that something interesting is about to happen!”
“You should be suspicious first before feeling excited, Eléonore.”
The crossdressing girl on the balcony bowed deeply and smiled at us.
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