Chapter 25
ā€œHey! Youā€™re looking rather down, Miss Alldington.ā€
Ever since the rehearsal ball, Cecile Alldington has gone around looking listless. And I also havenā€™t seen her together with her precious servant at all these past few days.
Itā€™s the first time this has happened since he started attending school here. Aside from during class, Cecileā€™s servant had been her shadow at practically all timesā€¦.. Wait, scratch that. He followed her around to the point that evenĀ duringĀ class he would be watching her through the window. But I havenā€™t seen them together once during these last 10 days, not even walking to and from school which had been an everyday occurrence for them.
It really puts me in a great mood. Since such an eyesore has suddenly been removed from the picture.
ā€œYouā€™re such a lousy person. If you can tell that Iā€™m feeling down, then would it kill you to not look so happy about it?ā€
I donā€™t know if itā€™s cause sheā€™s in such a foul mood, but today she doesnā€™t seem to care at all about having bad manners, going so far as to stick her tongue out at me in obvious annoyance.
ā€œBut if I also go around with a scowl on my face, then wouldnā€™t that just ruin the mood entirely? I assure you, it was only my intention to cheer up the lovely Miss Alldington?ā€
Even though class had ended a while ago, Cecile still hadnā€™t stood up from her seat and had just been sitting there moodily. She had an expression on her face like she couldnā€™t be bothered even to move. Perhaps due to the emotional fatigue caused by trouble brewing between her and her servant?
And if the result has manifested as physical exhaustion like this, then could she have had an actual fight with that guy?
Either way, I hope this weariness is all that servantā€™s doing.
If you no longer have any regard for him, then you can die without regrets, right Cecile Alldington?
ā€œThatā€™s not convincing at all when you say it with such a big grin on your face, Mister Arkwright.ā€
Even as she starts to gather her things together, she lets out a huge sigh.
ā€œBut, you knowā€¦.. I guess Iā€™ll tolerate it for today. Thatā€™s just your way of trying to be nice, I suppose. As irritating as it is.ā€
ā€œOy. Donā€™t say that as if youā€™ve completely figured me out,ā€ I say, snickering, acting as if Iā€™m bothered by her words.
Because in reality, you donā€™t know anything.
Not what sort of person I am, nor what sort of threat I pose to you.Ā Nothing. Me being nice? Hilarious. Iā€™m just the class clown. I laugh frivolously without a care in order to deceive everyone, putting on the mask of a human merely so I can slip into their ranks.
Thatā€™s me, always playing the part of the flirty fool. But Cecile Alldingtonā€¦ Did you know? When it comes to you, I was never acting. Those were my true feelings. At some point, I honestly started caring for you. But evenĀ that,Ā you have no clue of.
ā€œFigured you outā€¦.? Iā€™m not so sure aboutĀ that. But I do know one thing at least. It may have only been a year since we met, but Iā€™ve definitely ended up becoming much closer with you.ā€
ā€œAre you feeling alright today? Wasnā€™t it you who was always saying that you didnā€™t want to get involved with me?ā€
Closing her eyes momentarily, Cecile lets out a tiny laugh.
ā€œIn the end, you might have worn me down little by little all this time. Who told you to be so persistent?ā€
ā€œOh yeah? So you finally fell for me?ā€
ā€œThis and that are two entirely different things.ā€
Thenā€¦..
All the more, that means you need to die. Die, and become only mine.
It doesnā€™t matter if you donā€™t like me back. I just need you to be killed by me. I want to be someone who made an impact on you. Someone important to you. More than anyone else, at the end, I want to be the existence that had the most control over your life.
ā€œAre you growing senile already? Whatā€™s with that look?ā€
ā€œNope? Iā€™m just looking at you.ā€
Iā€™m trying to imagine what youā€™ll look like as Iā€™m killing you.
Your face twisted with pain while I strangle you. Your body bleeding out. Your anguished expression after consuming poison. Any of them will do. As long as you play along with my selfish whim, Iā€™ll be satisfied. I should probably end it fast so you donā€™t have to suffer though.
And Iā€™ll follow right after you.
The moment I die, Iā€™ll be there right next to your corpse. Iā€™ll hold you close to me as I drink deadly poison. Even in the midst of the pain, since I can die in your arms, I can think of no better happiness than that.
ā€œNothing but frivolities as always, I see.ā€
ā€œEven if you say that, Iā€™ve been holding myself back recently, you know? And look, itā€™s paying off! Iā€™ve finally wheedled my way into your good graces.ā€
Cecile freezes for a moment and slowly turns to look at me, her eyes meeting mine. Her gaze tunnels into me, searching my face for something. For a moment I get this feeling like her eyes are seeing through me, throughĀ everything, and my conscience canā€™t help but prickle with a slight guilt.
ā€œIf, on the off chance that your words havenā€™t just been idle banterā€¦.ā€
Cecileā€™s eyes tremble slightly. Her expression says that sheā€™s currently battling with her own guilt over her next words.Ā  In that moment, I instinctively understand that sheā€™s trying to tell me something that IĀ definitelyĀ donā€™t want to hear. Iā€™m suddenly overcome with the desire to cover my ears, but I donā€™t make it in time.
ā€œI canā€™t respond to your feelingsā€¦.. Youā€™re one of the few friends that I actually have, after all.ā€
Ainā€™t that the truth. You have so few friends. And before today, I never would have thought that you even considered me as one of them.
But youā€™re seriously telling me thisĀ nowĀ of all times?
After Iā€™ve already gone way past the point of being satisfied with just being friends, you finally admit that you see me as such?
If only youā€™d said so soonerā€¦ā€¦ If you had told me this before I had started to pine for something more than friendship, then I never would have fallen in love with you. ButĀ now? Itā€™s too late for that.
ā€œSo youā€™re finally acknowledging me as a friend now, huh? Iā€™ve been promoted at last.ā€
I can no longer be happy with just becoming friends.
ā€œThen I guess the day when we become something more wonā€™t be that far in the future.ā€
Though both you and I no longer have any sort of future at all.
ā€œYou really should learn how to be more sincereā€¦.. See you tomorrow,ā€ Cecile says, smiling bitterly, and without waiting for her servant to come and lead her away, she heads off toward the dorm by herself.
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No matter what sort of institution it is, when it comes to nighttime, the security is always lacking.
The Royal Palace for instance. Or a nobleā€™s estate. And this academy is no exception, of course.
For someone whoā€™s already used to sneaking into places unseen, breaking into the dorms at night is a piece of cake.
As a matter of factā€¦.
ā€œDonā€™t you think this is a little too easy for me?ā€ I say to the sleeping form in front of me, but she hazards no answer.
Cecile Alldington is lying on the bed in front of me, her breathing regular as she sleeps soundly. Her white skin stands out well in the dark room.
If I were to be caught stealing into the girlsā€™ dorm in the middle of the night without permission, then Iā€™d be in huge trouble. That said, the number of guys that make the attempt isnā€™t small. Midnight trysts are a must for the precious sons and daughters of esteemed families who are finally living in a place void of parental supervision. If their parentsĀ didĀ know, theyā€™d be quite disappointed. Illicit sexual relationships arenā€™t exactly considered admirable behavior among the upper echelons of society after all.
Though, I guess thatā€™s not really something that I should be saying anything about anyway, seeing as today I came here to do something much, much worse.
ā€œI love you, Cecile Alldington.ā€
Moonlight shines on her face, playing off her striking features.
You may be dense and have a terrible personality, but youā€™re almost painfully beautiful andĀ unbearablyĀ adorable. At least, in my eyes you are.
And tonight, you are going to die. But I promise Iā€™ll follow right behind you.
You said it today. That weā€™re friends. But once Iā€™ve killed you, will you still be able to consider me as such an insignificant existence? I highly doubt it. The moment your breathing stops at my hands, my role in your life will become infinitely bigger. At that point, I should finally be able to step into the lead role.Ā Iā€™mĀ the one who will send you down to the depths, into the abyss of death.
AndĀ the one who will send that precious servant of yours spiraling into misery of the acutest kind.
In some place completely unbeknownst to him, his master is going to be killed. Moreover, in the middle of a fight, heā€™ll suddenly no longer be able to see his master ever again. Youā€™ll never be able to make up.
From the breast pocket of my jacket I pull out a dagger, the one thing in this world that I can claim to be solely my own property. All my worldly possessions amount only to this. This plain silver, conveniently compact weapon. Iā€™ve hurt countless people with this blade. Now, just one moreā€¦.
ā€œI love you. I love youā€¦.. So, together letā€™sā€¦..ā€
I thrust the dagger towards her neck, though before the blade could reach her white skin my arm suddenly refuses to listen to me, freezing in midair. The fact that I stopped just short, that Iā€™m hesitating, might be proof that Iā€™m still human somehow.
I loved seeing her smiling face. Even when she was smiling at a boy that wasnā€™t me, I still loved her smile.
And I loved hearing her voice. Even when she used words to push me away, as long as they were spoken from her lips, I would collect them like treasures, engraving them into my memory.
If I could have my way, the truth isā€¦. I would have liked her to remain alive. I want her to keep on living, and for us to love each and find happiness together.
Saying that if she dies then Iā€™ll finally be able to make her mine is mere sophistry. Its a lie that Iā€™ve been telling myself over and over again. But even so, thatā€™s not what I truly want. I want Cecileā€™s heart. I want her to love me.
But for me, this is the only way.
I canā€™t let Cecile Alldington live.
Because itā€™s already been decided.
Cecile Alldington has been chosen as the sacrifice.
And I have no right to change that decision.
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So I found an excuse. A plausible lie to tell myself.
That Iā€™ll be able to obtain her so long as she dies.
ā€œSh*tā€¦ā€¦!ā€
My hand is refusing to listen to me.
Hurry! Slit this womanā€™s throat and end it! An inch. Slice down an inch further. Quickly, seize this woman with your own hands!
JustĀ moveĀ already!
Before I lose my calm. Before Iā€™m tempted to run away from my dutyā€¦. Before the thought of killing Cecile becomes anymore overwhelmingly dreadful than it already is.
ā€œā€¦ā€¦Everyone ends up crying. Since youā€™re all so kind.ā€
My hand holding the dagger starts to tremble slightly in surprise. The tremor causes the knife to flick lightly across the skin at the base of her throat, allowing a thin line of blood to trickle down.
She places her slim, white hand on top my trembling one, the one still grasping the dagger. With her hand covering mine, the shaking becomes even more violent.
ā€œThe only people that try to kill me are those that end up weeping.Ā  Since everyone around me is so kind. Oswell, that includes you too. Itā€™s because youā€™re actually a good person that youā€™re hesitating right now, donā€™t you think?ā€
Sheā€™s not just sleep-talking. Cecile is looking at me through her still half closed eyes.
ā€œYou donā€™t seem surprised. Did you already realize that I was planning to kill you?ā€
My vision starts to blur. Just like Cecile said, without realizing it, I must have started crying. When she mentioned my hesitation, it made me realize for the first time. I never knew that I had been agonizing this much over killing her.
ā€œHmm, I wonder. I suppose IĀ hadĀ known, but I couldnā€™t quite bring myself to actually believe it.ā€
ā€œDid someone tell you something?ā€
ā€œI suppose you could say that.ā€
Since the beginning, Cecile has been speaking in a low, quiet voice. And even now, even though she could be killed at any moment, she still hasnā€™t raised it in the slightest.
ā€œYou wonā€™t be able to kill me. In the end, that child wasnā€™t able to go through with it either.ā€
ā€œI see. So there were others besides me who have tried to kill you already? How irritating,ā€ I say with my usual rakish bravado and joking tone. Though the effect was probably lost cause the tears are still fallingā€¦.. This d*mn crying is going tarnish my dissolute reputation.
ā€œButĀ Iā€™llĀ be able to kill you,ā€ I assure her. Thereā€™s no way that I came all the way here with such half-baked feelings. IĀ haveĀ to kill her. Cecile Alldingtonā€™sĀ destinyĀ is to die here.
ā€œNo you wonā€™t. For three different reasons, actually,ā€ Cecile tells me with a triumphant little smile before listing them off one-by-one.
ā€œOne: youā€™re not the sort of person who is capable of killing someone. Youā€™re a wonderful person who is crying for someone elseā€™s sake.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s nonsense.ā€
Havenā€™t I been saying all along that Iā€™ll be able to kill her?
ā€œTwoā€¦.. I think you should have already realized it by now, actually. How that important person of yours is wrong. How you are starting to doubt whether you should continue to obey ā€˜hisā€™ orders. I mean, youā€™re normalā€¦ and ā€˜heā€™ isnā€™t. And since youĀ areĀ normal, you canā€™t trust ā€˜himā€™ from the bottom of your heart anymore.ā€
I feel my face heating up.
ā€œCecileā€¦.. Alldingtonā€¦.. what could you possiblyā€¦..ā€
ā€œWhat could I know?ā€
ā€˜Himā€™?
Youā€™re speaking as if you know everythingā€¦. Just how much do you know?
ā€œI know it all. Who you most probably are. And what youā€™ve likely had to do just to survive up until now.ā€
ā€œHowā€¦ā€¦?ā€
Donā€™t look at me with that sympathetic gaze.
With those eyes that pity me, thinking that everything I know, that I think I know, is wrong.
What does she know about him?
ā€œOswell, you should have already realized how strange ā€˜heā€™ is, right?ā€
ā€œDonā€™t insult himā€¦..!ā€
Donā€™t talk badly about him.
Heā€™sĀ the one thatā€™s been keeping me aliveā€¦.. my whole world.
ā€œDonā€™t look down on FlĆ¼gel!ā€
Suddenly an overwhelming strength bursts forth from my arm.
If I just lose myself to this momentum, will this be the first time that I actually kill someone that I had held dear to me? But I canā€™t stop. I no longer have the ability to stop my hand from plunging down further.
ā€œAndĀ three.ā€
In that moment the daggerā€¦. no, not just the daggerā€¦.. my whole body is sent flying.
I lay sprawled on the ground for a comparatively long time before I belatedly realize that someone had roundhouse kicked me from behind.
Finally, that confident, triumphant little smile that Cecile Alldington had showed me earlier makes perfect sense.
ā€œI have a wonderfully, amazingly excellent servant who simply wonā€™t allow you to kill me, Oswell.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s exactly right, my dear, beloved Ojousama.ā€
Ah. Your servant ended up being a hindrance to me after all. I guess at this point, itā€™s inevitable.