Chapter 174: What Is This Person Talking About?
Ram looked at Natsuki Subaru's stunned expression. She removed her hand from his cheek, showing a look of disdain as she said:
"Isn't it true? Even though you already have Ram, you went and imagined that Ram has a younger sister at this time, and even wanted to get involved with that nonexistent sister.
A two-timing Barusu like that really is a genuine piece of scum."
"Wait… When did I ever make a move on you, Ram?! And what I said isn't some fantasy of mine! Rem really exists, she truly is your family, and she's an irreplaceable part of your life! That—"
"Ram knows."
"Eh?"
"Ram knows. Even though Barusu is a huge liar, the expression on your face cannot lie.
While listening to you talk about those things, Ram truly has no memory at all, no sense of resonance in my heart…
But Ram believes you. Even though you are a hopeless liar, Barusu, Ram is willing to believe you."
As she said this, Ram quietly gazed at Subaru, looking at the unusually complicated expression on his face, and unconsciously smiled.
"Even though Ram doesn't feel anything toward those things, Ram can believe you, right, Barusu? Ram can believe that you will find back the part of me that's missing, right?"
Hearing Ram's words, Subaru clenched his fist. Ever since everything happened, he had always carried in his heart the determination to bring Rem back.
Just as he was about to nod and answer firmly, Ram interrupted him again.
"Ram thought that Barusu must have done something terrible, which is why you looked so fake just now when facing me.
But it turns out you were only worried that Ram's reaction wouldn't match what you were hoping for.
Barusu, Ram isn't some strong person. Although I am curious why you can still remember Rem, please don't place overly high expectations on me. Because even now, Ram sometimes wonders if the Barusu who never knew her own importance has finally broken down."
After finishing these words, Ram did not wait for Subaru's reply. She stood up and extended her hand.
"Barusu, how long do you plan on staying here?"
Subaru stayed silent, then reached out to take Ram's hand and stood up. Without saying much, he turned and walked toward the door.
"Let's go. Lord Roswaal must have been waiting for a long time."
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"It really has been quite a while, hasn't it~~~ Subaru~~"
Standing at the bedside, Subaru looked at Roswaal lying there. His body was wrapped completely in white bandages, making it seem as though he had been seriously injured.
Although Subaru had never actually seen Roswaal fight, Puck had warned him more than once to be wary of Roswaal. And every time Puck said such words, his tone had always been unusually heavy.
Roswaal, who always dressed no differently from a clown, undeniably possessed great strength. That much was certain.
"You're really in a miserable state now, Roswaal. But I have to say, you look much easier on the eyes this way. How about you just stop putting on makeup altogether and keep this look? If you did that, I bet people's opinion of you would improve a lot."
"Ah~~~ Su~~~ba~~~ru, your joke is really quite funny~~ But that won't do. After all, if I don't dress up like this, it would trouble me greatly~~~"
"If I could see you troubled, then I'd be happy to see you suffer every day, Roswaal."
"Hahaha, you really are such an unlovable servant~~ No matter what, I am still your master, you know~~"
Hearing that, Subaru sneered disdainfully.
"Master? At best you're just an employer—no, a former employer."
"What do you mean… Natsuki Subaru…"
"Just what it sounds like. I've decided, on my own, to end our relationship."
Subaru shrugged casually, moved closer, and sat down on a chair beside the bed. His gaze toward Roswaal was cold and merciless.
"Oh? Could it be that you managed to persuade Beatrice to leave with you? Otherwise, I can't imagine someone like you would decide to leave without consulting anyone else first."
"What nonsense are you spouting? Aren't I talking with you right now, Roswaal the Margrave of the Border?"
Roswaal's lips curved faintly into a smile. His eyes, as they looked at Subaru, were full of expectation.
"Is that so? Looks like you didn't succeed in persuading her then. In that case, could you tell me why you've decided to leave? And when exactly did you make that decision?"
"Stop playing dumb, Roswaal! As for the reason, you know it perfectly well! But if you want to pretend not to know, then I'll spell it out for you!"
Shouting furiously, Subaru glared, his teeth clenched tight, at Roswaal, whose expression had not changed from the very beginning of their meeting.
"After I became a servant at the mansion, every time danger appeared—the one person who should've been there, you—was never present! When the demon beasts attacked the village, you were absent. I could've taken that as coincidence, since no one knew such an attack would happen then.
But when the Witch Cult attacked the mansion, you were absent again! Ah! To anyone else it might look like just two coincidences, but who would believe such an excuse?!"
His arm swung fiercely, his face turning crimson—red with burning fury! His eyes bloodshot—red with grief…
"The first time, maybe I could accept it as coincidence. But even I, an outsider, already knew that once the Royal Selection began, Emilia would definitely be targeted by the Witch Cult! Are you telling me that you, as Emilia's supporter, didn't know that? Impossible!
No matter how urgent your matters were, you should have at least made some preparations for what could happen! No! In fact, the moment you took Emilia to the Royal Selection, you should've already taken a series of measures in advance!
But you did nothing! The people of the mansion, the villagers, even Emilia herself—none of them knew about the danger that could befall them!
If not for me, do you even realize what would have happened?! In such an unsafe place, such an untrustworthy place, do you really think I would continue staying here?!"
Roswaal, who silently watched Subaru's outburst, only smiled and then slowly opened his mouth:
"I didn't do nothing. After all, didn't I keep you here? In the end, you prevented those tragedies from happening. As long as the result is perfect, does the process even matter?"
What is this person saying?
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