The Extra's Harem In Dead End Game

Max Celtrin. Did he say those words?

"Because the world won't be at peace forever."

Max clearly said so.

It's hard to believe that these words came from his mouth, considering he lives a life devoted only to pleasure as if he has no thoughts. Even so, it could be dismissed as just some random, meaningless remark.

But—

Twinkle.

His eyes were different.

He was the one who always had a hard time with Regina herself.

He was not inferior to the family he boasted about, and his own reputation and abilities were incomparable.

That's why he, who was a hopeless person, also had a hard time with herself. Yet he couldn't hide his sinister gaze.

So much so that the exploration of the body feels blatant. And the rough frustration that builds up because he can't release that desire.

It was all revealed in his eyes. Regina thought he was a truly petty person.

If this engagement had not been personally initiated by her deceased grandfather, she would have broken it off on the spot.

But—

"…The look in his eyes today."

A calm look in his eyes, without any difficulty, desire, or frustration. Was Max Celtrin a man who could make such eyes?

No.

She had never seen anything like it. That is to say—

"He was hiding his true colors?"

After blinking deeply, Regina shook her head. That was a gross overstatement.

Is he really that kind of person who hides his true colors so thoroughly and deceives the world?

That's not possible.

But—

"I can't say for sure."

She would just watch for now.

She wondered what kind of appearance he would show. Then they would be able to judge whether the words he uttered were meaningful.

"The peace has been too long."

The words of her late grandfather, whom she truly respected.

Born as the eldest son of a renowned warrior family, he was expected to carry the family's reputation with his sword, but her grandfather did not pursue strength alone.

He sought truth rather than strength and found enlightenment.

Black was just a tool for that. That is why people called him with respect, the seeker of the sword.

In his later years, her grandfather had the gift of seeing faraway places that ordinary people could not see.

"Times of trouble will come. There will be bloody winds."

"It's a shame. You have to live in such troubled times."

"You have a talent given to you by heaven that neither your father nor this grandfather has."

"So don't worry too much. But—"

"I'm worried about the other members of the family. Especially whether that boy, Rovel, will be able to lead the family well."

Robelle Ernbert.

He was her brother and the next heir to the Ernbert family.

Although he was already a promising young man with great talent, it seemed that her grandfather only saw his shortcomings.

The grandfather often expressed his concern for Robelle in this way.

"I guess that child and his family will need strength."

"So, by the way… I'm sorry to say this, but I think I need to ask you a favor."

That request was an engagement with Celtrin. One of the wealthiest families in the Hyass Empire.

Her grandfather judged that if their wealth and the martial arts of the Ernbert family were combined, they would have a power that no one could easily overlook.

If there's a problem—

At the time, they probably didn't know that the successor to the Celtrin family was such a terrible person.

"No, maybe…"

Regina changed her mind a little today. Maybe her grandfather knew everything.

Max's wild side, as well as the hidden side that was revealed today. If he had considered all that and gone ahead with this engagement—

"…Am I thinking too much?"

Regina ended her thoughts there. Even if she thought about it more, she couldn't make a decision right now.

She would watch him. Then she would know.

***

'It tastes okay,' I thought to myself as I munched on a baguette I had picked up from a restaurant in the carriage.

It's definitely not as delicious as Amy's, which makes you go crazy over it, but there's nothing better than this to quickly fill your stomach.

By the way, 'Isn't that too much?'

Blood Witch Riviera, Regina, the Knight of the Snow Wind.

After taking on two big shots in a row, I felt mentally exhausted. It took quite a bit of mental effort.

Human relationships are something that tires people out to that extent, whether in real life or in a game.

'Let's see.'

I organized my interpersonal relationships up to now in my head.

The main character, Kamian Kreutzer. Song of Healing Annette Lyell.

Elaine of fire and ice. Princess Hailesia of the Forgotten Forest. Amy's blessing of baguette.

Etc., etc.

My relationship with them is…

'… This is the worst.'

Except for Hiresia, who had successfully won over everyone with steak, most people had branded me as human garbage.

Although my relationship with the headmaster Coffin, who had my image washed by donations, and the Imperial 8th-type master Turk was good, I only have relationships with people who would be in the other character column,

so what could I do? Laughter broke out.

But I wasn't particularly discouraged.

Rather, I got annoyed. I'm going to show everyone who treats me like trash right now what kind of person I am.

When that time came, I couldn't help but look forward to seeing what kind of expressions they would make.

I shook off my thoughts and turned my gaze to Dolph.

"Dolph."

"Yes, Young Master!"

"Do you know Regina Ernbert?"

"Yes? Of course. Isn't she the Young Master's fiancée?" Dolph answered, looking bewildered.

"I have a question for you about her."

"Yes, go ahead."

"What did I call her?"

"Huh? Why are you suddenly saying that…?"

"Stop talking nonsense and just answer."

"Well, I think that might be a bit presumptuous for me to say…"

Dolph looked genuinely embarrassed. I could tell right away from that.

Oh, Max, that bastard did it again.

"It's okay, just tell me."

"That, that girl… you said… she is b*tch"

Dolph spoke in a groping voice, as if it was too much to even put into words.

I clicked my tongue.

Even if they weren't on good terms, he still called his fiancée 'that bitch' in front of his subordinate.

Max is a piece of trash who doesn't even have basic manners.

Was this only true for performers? If he were drinking and the topic of Regina came up with his friends, they would all call her that bitch, that bitch.

At this point, it's not a joke; there's a chance that it reached her ears too, right?

If she treated me like that even though she knew that, she is a living adult, an adult with patience and composure that are almost superhuman.

I feel sorry, even though it wasn't my fault.

"Dolph."

"Yes, yes!"

"Then what did I call her in front of her?" I asked to confirm one thing that was left.

"It's you…"

It's you.

You will never be the nickname you are.

You must be someone who feels distant.

Whatever it was, no matter how bad it was, Max still didn't dare call Regina a bad name in front of her.

Well, if that was true, the heir to the Count's family and all would have been half dead.

"Hey, Dolph."

"Yes."

"I now understand why I am hated wherever I go."

"What-what-what… What are you saying…?"

"That's right. We are here." The carriage arrived at the entrance to the lower level.

"I'll be back soon, so rest."

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