Chapter 91.2
Stage 3-25. Unwelcome/Welcome Surprise
“Then, Ouga-sama. I shall visit you again later.”
“…Ah. I’ll be sure to read the letter properly, so don’t worry.”
“…! Thank you so much.”
With a bow, I left the room and walked down the hallway.
Ouga-sama, who had just exited Gordon-sama’s room, appeared dispirited and hung his head low.
When someone earnestly asks to ‘be left alone for a little while,’ there is little else one can do.
Even so, he still intends to keep the promise he made to me amidst it all. Truly, Ouga-sama is kind, and I consider myself lucky to serve such a man.
…No, calling myself lucky would be an understatement. After all, I nearly caused his death through my own actions.
By all rights, I should have been ordered to end my life. Yet, here I am, continuing to live each day as Ouga-sama’s sword.
“…In hindsight, what I wrote may have been a little strange…”
But even so… I swore to remain Ouga-sama’s sword for eternity, and he forgave me for what happened.
When I offered to take care of his needs, even becoming his right-hand substitute, he went as far as to say, ‘You don’t need to think of it as atonement.’
Of course, there was also the part of me that simply wanted to stay by his side, so I insisted on it.
Ouga-sama no longer dwells on that day.
So it should be fine…
Ugh… To think there would come a day when something other than my sword could make me feel this conflicted…!
“…I wonder what kind of expression Ouga-sama is making as he reads my letter right now.”
The moment I became aware of him in this way was undoubtedly when Andraus [brainwashed] me and Ouga-sama saved me.
It felt as if I had been trapped deep underwater—dark, cold, and utterly alone.
A hellish place where no voice could reach me.
Then came a single beam of warm light, dispelling the darkness that had held me captive and guiding me to the surface.
That light was Ouga-sama’s.
When I struggled in the depths and called out his name, finally mustering my voice with my own will…
The one who embraced me in that moment…
Having experienced that warmth, I knew I could never return to how I was before.
Swinging my sword for Ouga-sama.
This vow has not changed since the day we met.
…But the reason for that vow has shifted ever so slightly.
Because I’ve discovered a new feeling—one I thought was far removed from my world.
“ALICE!?”
BAM! The sound of a door slamming open echoes loudly.
I turn to see Ouga-sama standing in the hallway, holding the letter I wrote.
I’m delighted that he’s already read it.
“W-What on earth is this…!?”
Ouga-sama looks at me, his expression unable to conceal his astonishment.
I think I even saw his ears turn red—unusual for him.
…If he’s even slightly conscious of me, I couldn’t be happier.
“Yes. As written, those are my feelings and my question.”
The last line I wrote this time reads as follows:
――[From the bottom of my heart, I love you. Will you make me your wife, Ouga-sama?]