No More Regrets, Just K*ll Me

 

The next day, morning arrived as usual.

I was forced to wake up at seven in the morning to attend some kind of prayer meeting.

I dozed off, staring at something called a holy bible, and luckily, perhaps thanks to Ariadeline’s body, I could read the words just fine. However, since it was all unfamiliar content, I didn’t feel like reading.

 

“Let us give thanks to Balail for blessing our day once again today.”

 

In this place, the god’s name was Balail. Balail, Balail. It didn’t give me any sense of comfort.

 

‘Thanks my a*s; it’s keeping me from dying.’

 

If there was anything interfering with me, I thought it must be some kind of god. This was a romantic fantasy world, and gods were quite common.

While others closed their eyes and bowed their heads in prayer, I kept my eyes open and fixed on the Holy Bible. And then.

 

“Huh, what’s this?”

 

The letters inside the Holy Bible began to move around. And new letters started forming.

They were crawling like bugs, and it was gross.

I managed to hold back the urge to jump out of my seat.

I looked around. Everyone had their eyes closed. I fixed my gaze on the Bible.

 

[Ariadeline grinds her teeth after a failed suicide attempt.]

 

This was definitely.

 

[And thus, she delved into forbidden dark magic. Ariadeline laughed until her mouth split at the overwhelming feeling of dark energy filling her.]

 

The contents of [The Saint abandons her seat].

I quickly reached out and turned the page.

 

[Ariadeline hoped that if she could not be happy, everyone should not be unhappy.]

‘This is… a side story, a side story!’

 

The story of Ariadeline after she was thrown into the monastery!

The phrase “once again” implies that the author didn’t intend to disclose the accusations against Ariadeline.

I began to stare at the book, creating new letters as if I were crazy.

Ariadeline escaped the monastery and used black magic to hide in the capital. But she encounters someone before entering the palace.

 

[How dare……. you come back to harm her again?]

 

The sub-male lead, who had an unrequited love for the Crown Princess.

 

[I will make sure you can never forget me. Even if it means killing that woman.]

 

Ariadeline’s ex-husband, Duke Carlothian of the Empire.

 

[I’m sorry, but…]

[Swoosh-.]

 

His sword, infamous for its ability to send a soul to Hell. Deathrotea was drawn.

 

[I don’t remember insignificant things.]

 

The hilt of the sword gleamed darkly.

 

[*cough* I…]

 

There is no detailed description of Ariadeline’s expression. It simply stated that she faced him with a distorted face, letting out a scream-like roar.

She began to cast unforgivable dark magic. But no matter who the opponent was,.

 

[Shhh..]

[….You, until the end, will make me miserable.]

[…You’re the one who made me miserable to the end, Ariadeline.]

 

Even if the woman he loved married another man, it seemed to be a side story, showing the deep affection of the sub-male lead to protect her from danger.

I read a strange disgust in it. What kind of love is that? Isn’t that a little gross?

The letters continued to produce more text before returning to the book’s original text.

The following passages were filled with detailed descriptions of how much he loved Dorothea, but they weren’t very important to me.

But there was one thing that mattered to me.

 

‘This… can the Duke kill me?’

 

In the side story, Ariadeline used dark magic after failing her suicide attempt.

What was the author thinking—falsely accusing Ariadeline of using dark magic, and then actually making her use it?

I pondered, then shook my head. How could I know what the author was thinking?

Duke Carlothian kills Ariadeline after she escapes from the monastery and reaches the palace. That meant I still had work to do.

 

‘Do I just need to fill in the side story? It doesn’t make sense otherwise.’

 

Amidst everyone praying, I clasped my hands together and looked up at the sky.

 

‘I take back what I said about you, Balail. Thank you, thank you, thank you!’

 

However, there was a problem. To achieve that side story, I needed to go to the capital.

But now I was locked up in the monastery as a sinner.

I jumped up from my seat and headed to my room. The bald monk started to follow me, chasing after my sudden and impulsive behavior.

 

‘Oh! Doesn’t that guy have anything else to do?’

“Where are you going, Ariadeline?”

 

Instead of clinging to me, he should cling to his bald head! Please stop paying attention to me! I just want to be alone!

If I could make a sound, I wanted to scream with all my might.

But wait.

I dashed towards my room, then abruptly stopped in my tracks.

 

‘The Ariadeline in the side story spoke.’

 

But, but why can’t I speak? My eyes widened with a sudden rush of anger.

I clenched my throat with my trembling hands. The numb pain still lingered in my dull neck.

 

“Gasp, gasp, I got you. Ariadeline. Where do you think you’re going? You haven’t even finished praying!”

 

Why can’t I make a sound? If Ariadeline speaks in the side story, then I should be able to speak too.

Suddenly, unable to hold back the rising tears, I started to cry.

 

“Oh, no, why are you crying all of a sudden…….”

“What are you doing right now?”

 

Suddenly, a loud voice came from somewhere. I turned my head and saw our lovely female protagonist standing there with a stern face.

 

“What did you do to make Ariadeline cry?”

“What? I, I didn’t do anything. She suddenly started crying, so I tried to comfort her…”

 

He hurriedly tried to explain, but Dorothea didn’t listen to his story and turned straight to me, asking.

 

“Ariadeline, why are you crying? Is something wrong?”

 

With tears streaming down my face, I looked at Dorothea. She looked at me with a worried expression.

I was still touching the bruise on my neck with my hand. Dorothea glanced at the bruise and soon wore a troubled expression.

It’s likely that even her divine power was unable to heal the wound.

 

‘If this bruise disappears, will I be able to speak again?’

 

But the point of my regression was always the moment I hanged myself.

The bruises were something I had to have.

What could possibly remove a scar that even divine power could not?

I stood there blankly, lost in thought.

 

‘Still, it would be better to die quickly.’

 

I didn’t know that Dorothea was observing my slow change in expression closely.

 

‘Don’t follow me.’

 

I gestured with my mouth and slowly returned to my room. I felt depressed. I have no strength. I didn’t want to live. I hated it. I hated everything.

Once again, I found myself in Ariadeline’s bedroom.

 

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Dorothea watched Ariadeline’s retreating figure as she returned to her room, lost in thought.

Her face was full of worry.

 

‘The bruise on her neck is so dark.’

 

It was as if someone had strangled her multiple times. As Dorothea walked, lost in thought, a caring voice sounded from somewhere.

 

“My dear, what are you worrying about?”

“Oh, Luciano.”

“What’s wrong? Did Ariadeline do something to you?”

 

Dorothea shook her head.

 

“No.”

“Then I’m glad. I’m glad she’s more subdued than I thought. I came here thinking she might be in a frenzy after hearing about Carlothian’s engagement.”

 

The prince didn’t seem to think she had dabbled in dark magic again.

 

“…That’s right.”

“By the way, it’s quite a misdeed to be trapped in such a humble monastery right after getting married.”

 

Luciano replied, sounding disappointed.

Balailism was the only religion in the empire, and the current emperor was a devout believer; therefore, after the imperial wedding, the couple must stop by a monastery outside the capital to announce their union and offer prayers.

 

“Isn’t that right? I really wish I could be with you a bit more…”

 

Luciano sent a subtle glance.

However, Dorothea, lost in her thoughts, suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Her purple eyes glinted with determination.

 

“This won’t do.”

“What?”

“I have to go!”

“Where are you talking about, my dear?”

“To Ariadeline!”

 

Dorothea grabbed the hem of her dress and started retracing her steps.

The prince, left alone, watched her retreating figure with a puzzled expression, then hurriedly followed her.

 

“Let’s go together. It’s dangerous to go alone!”

 

And so, the two of them began to make their way to Ariadeline’s chambers.

 

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What’s this?

I furrowed my brow suddenly at the unexpected appearance of the main characters. The prince, meeting my gaze, also frowned as if displeased.

 

“Dorothea, why did you suddenly come to see Ariadeline?”

“I need to see her wounds again.”

 

What’s the point when they won’t heal anyway? I thought to myself with a grim expression.

She hadn’t done anything wrong, but I felt utterly disgusted at the moment. What’s the point of healing something that’s not going to heal anyway.

I tried to slam the door shut, but Dorothea’s hand firmly held onto it.

 

“Just once, let me see your wounds one more time. Then I’ll leave. I won’t leave before that.”

‘Ha…….’

 

I sighed and released the door, stepping into the room.

As I sat on the bed, Dorothea pulled up a small chair beside me. She began examining my neck.

 

“I’ll try healing it once more.”

 

Once again, that same irritating hymn flowed out. I grimaced.

 

‘I hate this. I really do.’

 

Don’t sing like that in front of me.

I bit my lip, feeling like I might burst into tears. My face struggled to hold back tears, but for me, that was the limit.

A warm energy enveloped my body. But to me, it felt repulsive. I felt like I was going to vomit.

Then suddenly…

Thud, the singing suddenly stopped.