I'm Sorry, But The Ending Is Already Ruined - Chapter 1
Translator and Editor: Feli and Tea
A musty, damp odor filled the air, creeping into her senses, and she muttered to herself.
Her name was ‘Fey Le O’Bellie.’
She repeated the name quietly, just inside her throat. It felt unfamiliar, as expected.
It would’ve been nice if it was the name she had from birth, but sadly, she had just been given the name ‘Fey Le O’Bellie’ a few seconds ago.
Because, as she knew, ‘Fey Le O’Bellie’ was clearly a character from a game.
Indeed, she found herself inhabiting the game character ‘Fey Le O’Bellie.’
From the long name with double spacing to the round, fluffy, light green hair resembling cotton candy, and the somewhat pitiful face, it was evident that her appearance screamed, ‘Please notice me, oppa’ and suggested that ‘Fey Le O’Bellie’ wasn’t a particularly significant character.
However, she wasn’t exactly thrilled to have turned into a girl with eyes shining like stars.
‘Why did it have to be Fey O’Bellie? Huh?… I’d rather be a stray dog wandering the streets. That would be a hundred times better.’
As she tried to sort through the jumbled fragments of memory floating in her mind, she struggled to suppress a faint twitch at the corner of her mouth.
Fey Le O’Bellie was a beloved character, the adopted daughter of the O’Bellie family in the game, who became the twin sister to the protagonist ‘Luné Le O’Bellie.’
In the game, Fey was an NPC character responsible for guiding Luné’s storyline. However, she was also designed as a strategic character, where players could raise their affinity with her and achieve a friendship ending.
The problem was that this affinity system could backfire.
If the affinity reached rock bottom, Fey would turn into a resentful, inferiority-ridden mess filled with hatred and grudge toward Luné, eventually becoming the antagonist of the story and even attempting to kill Luné.
While there weren’t many paths where Fey turned into the antagonist, the routes where she did were characterized by descriptors such as ‘worst,’ ‘horrible,’ and ‘disgusting.’
It was truly a complicated situation. The conclusion was as such.
The world she was currently inhabiting was indeed the dreaded and contemptible ‘worst, horrible, and disgusting route.’
“You’ll replace Luné, you say?”
The moment she found herself in was dreadful, contemptible, and to top it all, the worst situation imaginable. Why did it have to be the moment she beseeched, “I’ll replace Luné!” to the guy who was Luné’s fiancé?
“You can never replace Luné.”
The sentence she heard right after becoming Fey was beyond cruel.
Fortunately, the laughter in his mocking voice brought her tangled thoughts back to reality.
A perfect bad ending with no silver lining.
By the time she woke up as Fey, the female protagonist Luné was already dead, and the male protagonist of this route, Luné’s fiancé, had succumbed to alcoholism due to loss and was now living as a recluse in the palace’s tallest tower.
That was it. The strategy characters from other routes were also in a wretched state, having lost Luné. They either became corrupt, fell severely ill, abandoned all honor, or disappeared.
Furthermore, a plague had swept the country, the emperor had fallen ill, and the imperial palace’s security had crumbled.
And the cruel mastermind behind orchestrating this chaos was none other than ‘Fey Le O’Bellie.’
‘Well, I have nothing to say even if I’m dragged to the gallows and executed.’
As she started her new life in this new world, instead of excitement, a sense of confusion overwhelmed her. Still, Fey didn’t give in; she tried to gather her thoughts. Or rather, she made an effort to do so.
Whether it was a bad ending, a plague, or whatever, she didn’t want to be caught, and she didn’t want to die, so she had to survive. ‘So, let’s deal with the problems right in front of me.’
“Oh dear. I misspoke just now. My apologies. Your Highness.”
Fey looked at the alcoholic prince with a tense expression. Then, clenching her fist slightly, she made up her mind.
“I couldn’t possibly replace Luné. That’s ridiculous…”
As mentioned before, this place was deep underground in the tallest tower of the palace.
And swaying in front of Fey stood Prince Altair Yuga Klarend, the game’s flagship character, reeking of a dark aura and stale alcohol as he staggered.
“Misspoke? Haha! Then, have you misspoken for a whole year? What’s with the sudden hypocrisy now?”
Altair couldn’t contain his bitter laughter at Fey’s feeble attempt to resolve the situation. His red-stained fingers shook as he pointed at her.
This was Altair Yuga Klarend, the only child of Emperor Asterio and the prince of the powerful Brimfe Empire. What set him apart was that he was a half-blooded vampire—a creature known to drink human blood.
Through his disheveled, dark hair, you could sometimes catch a glimpse of the characteristic pale skin of a vampire in his scalp.
People often mistook his pale complexion for frailty due to its sallow shade, but that wasn’t the case. It was simply an inherited trait from his vampire mother.
Although he had an undeniably charming face, revealing it would expose the chilling fangs in a frightening manner.
Every time Fey saw those striking yet snake-like blood-red eyes shining through his forelock, it sent shivers down her spine.
But the overpowering stench of alcohol that clung to him was enough to make anyone want to cover their nose and step back.
Fey didn’t flinch and delicately lowered her long eyelashes. In her own way, she put on the most pitiful expression she could muster.
“Yes, that’s right. I’ve been saying strange things all year. How could someone like me possibly replace Luné… I’ve just realized it now. Please forgive me, Your Highness…”
The lid under Altair’s eyes quivered as he listened to Fey’s melancholic voice. Fey noticed this subtle reaction.
“If you have any requests, please, go ahead and direct me. Your Highness.”
While she fell far short of the charisma and talent of the female protagonist, Luné, ‘Fey Le O’Bellie’ had the ability to match her twin sister in looks. She had the exact same face as Luné.
It wouldn’t be far off to say that ‘Fey,’ before possession, had only swapped her hair color to green. Before the possession, how many people had ‘Fey’ won over using this face so like that of Luné?
Especially on Altair, who loved Luné dearly, this face had a great effect, whether for better or worse. It seemed that this time, too, the effect was significant, albeit in a negative direction.
Altair stared intently at Fey with his snake-like red pupils. Reflexively gazing at the floor, Fey chewed at her inner cheek and took a small, deep breath.
‘Nope, I’m not scared of him… I’m not.’
Faced with Altair’s persistent onslaught of expressions, Fey realized its excessive use had rendered his attack ineffective. She struggled to devise an alternative approach.
A little later, a sigh escaped her reluctantly.
Altair leaned his forehead against the now vacant brown wooden table, tousling his hair in frustration.
“…Fey. Please. Just disappear from my sight.”
Dealing with her had drained him.
“Alright. I’ll disappear. That’s what you want, right?”
She was immensely thankful for his request for her to disappear. Fey silently celebrated this outcome but made an effort to not reveal her true feelings.
In truth, the usual ‘Fey’ would never have left the underground even if Altair had tried to kick her out. There was a time when Altair, unable to stand her anymore, had actually called the guards. ‘Fey’ had forcefully sat on the underground floor, refusing to leave.
But the current her only wanted to escape the room permeated with the disgusting stench as soon as possible. Thus, Altair’s reluctant, yet joyful request to leave the room wasn’t all that unwelcome.
“Well then, please take care. And please refrain from drinking further.”
Unconsciously, her true thoughts slipped out. Fey turned quickly without realizing that her true feelings had been exposed.
The thick iron door closed ruthlessly, and at the same moment, Altair’s trembling voice, as if desperately trying to say something, lost its way and faded into a void. Flustered, Fey stood before the iron door as she had not deliberately ignored his call and closed the door.
“What? Why call me out when I’m trying to leave… If you were going to call, you should have done it earlier.”
Feeling uncomfortable, as if she had become uncouth for no reason, she muttered as if it weren’t her fault.
‘He’ll be alright. I think.’
Fey stared at the iron door for a moment, then cautiously took a step away.
“Hmph. Now, I absolutely won’t return.”
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