The Maid In The Reverse Harem Game Wants To Quit - Chapter 115
Translator: Nabi
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Chapter 115
If he had to walk through life, it seemed like he could live on the memories of today. And if he had to die, it seemed like he could die proudly with the memories of today.
In Ahibalt’s long journey of life, if there was any lingering attachment, it was only Irene.
However, Irene, who was unaware of such feelings, remained innocent. There were only a few rare moments when the word ‘innocent’ could truly be attributed to her—from confessing to Ahibalt to meeting Edith, she never once gave up hope for a happy ending.
If there was another axis that moved the gears within the game, what reason could there be for not uprooting it?
So, she sat face to face with Edith, in a scene where the shadows of their faces were accentuated by the dim lighting.
Irene was the first to speak.
“Someone as meticulous as Madam Edith surely must have considered an alternative. If you couldn’t kill the administrator, you must have been trying to find another way.”
“…I’m tearfully grateful for your trust, but do you think there’s such a thing?”
“I’ve already found an alternative in Madam Edith’s research records… a pivot.”
“Oh, there was such a thing… yes, I believed there was such a thing.”
Saying so, Edith smirked as if she wasn’t surprised and pointed at Irene with her chin instead of her bound hands.
“So you found it, both the other pivot I was looking for and the manager of destiny.”
There was no doubt in her words.
She had assumed and executed her plans with the belief that there would be only one administrator from the beginning. Through Elios’ records, she had discovered another unknown axis, but now she realized that it was also one of the administrators.
Interpreting it in this way wouldn’t be far from understanding, but there might be more to it.
“…I thought you were going to avoid it that way.”
Irene knew it was a lie.
Administrators were just administrators, but it was clear that there must be another pivot that truly moved the system.
“Even the administrators themselves are unable to do anything about it. It’s the nature of the world’s system, so there must be a means to make it move.”
“Wouldn’t it be more realistic to try to manipulate pawns as desired? That would make more sense.”
Edith sighed coldly and cast a cold gaze.
“Just accept it. One of you, either you or Ahibalt Lavrenti, has to die for this tiresome fate to come to an end. Is that really so difficult to accept?”
“Then, is it that easy for you, Madam Edith?”
As Irene asked back with a tone of incomprehension, Edith was momentarily at a loss for words.
“Even Madam Edith, who has dedicated your entire life to research, didn’t want to accept your fate. Wouldn’t it have been enough if you had accepted it?”
No one was unaware that death awaited at the end of life, but it was only natural that there was no one who simply wished for death. So naturally, Irene couldn’t possibly accept the misfortune and death that were imposed on her alone.
This life, how did she obtain it? How had she survived this far…
“…I’ll do everything I can, no matter how inhumane it may be.”
“Well, that’s a convincing statement for someone who came to me saying they can’t kill Ahibalt.”
Edith scoffed coldly. But she, too, was inclined to her heart.
It would have been better if she knew nothing at all. Regardless of all, she wasn’t as heartless as she appeared. That was why she must have done something absurd, dedicating half her life to saving a child she embraced.
Seeing the earnest face, Edith felt her mouth go dry.
‘I wish I could go back to the time when I didn’t really know anything.’
Back to the time when she ground her teeth, vowing to assassinate the administrator. Back to the time when she tirelessly stared at Elois with a burning determination to save her son. Back to the time when she didn’t realize how exhausted she was.
She understood Irene, and the attachment she held towards the life she lived at its core.
Just as Edith loved Rodion, Irene must have loved her own life in the same way.
She remembered Irene’s gaze as she glanced around the mansion, all the subtle moments where she couldn’t hide her affection in her everyday life. So, Edith seemed to be able to understand that Irenea had deceived herself and lived through seven lives without knowing anything.
Therefore, she seemed to be able to understand why Irene had spent seven lives deceiving herself and knowing nothing.
If only she could forget this dreadful truth herself, Edith thought she could do anything, just like Irene. Of course, she could have found someone to blame, as families of the deceased often do, and directed arrows of criticism at Irene.
Edith was someone who had already let go of too many things. Her sharpness wasn’t something that had been there since birth, and she had carved it out by peeling away layer after layer of her own life.
The sharpness didn’t allow for an easy end, as they had been honed for a long time. So blaming Irene was meaningless, and ignoring reality like this was also unacceptable.
The only fortunate thing was that there was still good news left for Irene.
‘Does it have to end like this after all?’
Edith hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“…You’re right, Irenaea. There’s one last resort left.”
She could see Irene’s face brightened with anticipation at her words. Indeed, that made sense. Someone as sharp-witted as Edith wouldn’t have just settled for one way.
Irene nodded, leaning forward slightly.
“What’s this you’re talking about? Is it something I can do?”
“Well, there’s one thing I want to ask you before everything.”
“Please speak.”
“The inhumane thing you said earlier that you said you can endure.”
At her words, Irene’s brow furrowed as she wondered what else she was going to say. Of course, Edith didn’t care about her reaction.
“I’ve really committed many truly inhumane acts, so it really doesn’t bother me at all if someone has to die for me to achieve my ends.”
Edith calmly lied without changing her complexion. If she truly didn’t care, she wouldn’t resort to such means.
“However, I’m asking because you’re not like that. There are two things you want… to break free from the repeating cycle and for neither Ahibalt nor you to die.”
Irene’s words were undoubtedly correct.
The path she desired did exist.
Edith had discovered the pivot that moved this world, and she could destroy it at any time.
‘…No, it’s more accurate to say that destruction is a matter of time.’
After briefly recalling the time when she encountered ‘it’ and weighing the situation, Edith continued speaking.
“So, there’s one thing I want to ask. If someone close to you had to die in order for you to achieve what you desire.”
If someone had to completely disappear from this world for the sake of the happy and peaceful life that Irene desired…
“…Could you choose that path?”
After Irene left, Edith, as usual, sat in the silent underground prison and killed time by picking her fingernails one by one.
The underground prison wasn’t a conducive place for contemplation. If she wanted to make even the slightest sound, echoes would reverberate from all directions, making it impossible to gauge its interior and exterior.
The space where it was impossible to properly distinguish whether it was her contemplation or the sound uttered from her mouth was a perfect place to drive a person insane.
As a result, during the relatively short period of being confined here, Edith developed a new oddity.
It was repeatedly going over the events she had experienced.
It was because it was the only way she could remember that it was something that had actually happened in reality.
So, Edith was endlessly mulling over the conversation she had just had with Irene, from the glimmer in Irene’s eyes, clutching onto hope at the end of life, to the lingering shadow of emptiness that still couldn’t completely erase…
While it may be unknown to Irene, those things were vividly visible to Edith.
And those things were the commonalities she discovered between herself and Irene.
…A lifetime where one had to endure regrets and emptiness because they couldn’t let go of hope.
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Translator’s Note: Hello, it’s Nabi! I’m the translator of this novel ପ( ๑•ᴗ•๑ )ଓ♡ If you like the novel and would like to support me, please feel free to click the button below to go to my kofi~! Thank you so much for always supporting the novels I work on, even if you don’t buy me a coffee, I really do appreciate it a lot. ❤︎
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