The Maid In The Reverse Harem Game Wants To Quit - Chapter 11

Tung. The iron skewer fell into the fireplace.

It was because Otis loosened his hand and dropped it. He was gazing at her as if possessed.

There was one thing Irene did not know.

It would not be wrong to say that Otis is a sadist.

However, he just likes to scare people.

He loved watching things that could be killed with one hand trembled in terror or stood up.

So, Otis actually did not really mean to hurt Louise. He was just curious about Irene’s reaction. Besides, it was also to scare a newbie who does not really know anything in this kind of field that they are in.

What will Irene do when her loved one is in danger, and would she respond to whether he kills people next to her or breaks a wall away? Otis wondered—would she be terrified? Or, would she just tremble and watch the iron skewer get closer to Louise’s hand?

Among the numerous hypotheses, there was no such thought that Irene would take the initiative and stop Otis on her own.

A slightly distorted expression due to nervousness, though, still maintaining a dull expression, nonetheless.

‘How can a person be so…’

Wouldn’t it be wrong to say… lovely?

Otis smiled broadly and finally opened his mouth.

“It is a joke, Irene.”

Hearing that, Irene blew wind out of her lips and made a sound.

“Are you playing with me?”

“You know how often I play pranks like this.”

In the past, Otis used to scare Irene quite often. Hence, it was simply for his fun. Well, the reason, of course, was that he wanted to see her terrified face. Since she would always look at him with an expressionless face every time.

Just like a little while ago.

In fact, Otis’ pranks like this were, obviously, limited to Irene, though he lied naturally.

‘I would only do that to her.’

And, the lie worked very well for Irene.

‘Would he just do that to everyone?’

At this point, she does not know from where to where is a joke, or sincerity. At least, it really seemed like he was trying to kill Louise in the office earlier.

‘Is this really… a joke?’

Irene gently released Otis’s wrist, not removing her suspicions. She thought that once he put that iron skewer down, it would not be that dangerous anymore.

“Well, please do not lie like that.”

Nevertheless, there was one more person who had yet fallen for the lies of Otis.

Louise was, again, in tears. Because of that Irene came up with the thought that she should call her eyes a faucet in the future.

Louise squeezed her voice and shouted.

“You were really trying to do something to the back of my hand!”

“I do not know what you are talking about. What would I do with the back of your hand?”

“Of course, with that hot thing!”

Saying so, Louise pretended to support the back of her hand. But, Otis just shrugged his shoulders lightly, as if he did not understand what she was talking about.

“No way, Miss Louise, the smell of burning people is worse than I thought. It is not a smell I would like to smoke in my room without an air freshener. Isn’t that right, Irene?”

“…That’s right.”

“And, it was really a joke.”

Eventually, he said the only truth among his many lies.

“I do not want to look bad in front of Irene.”

He shrugged and took a step back from the two women.

“Miss Louise, stay here first, and Irene, you can go now. I have something to tell her.”

‘…To Louise?’ Irene thought and glanced at her. She was still trembling, her cheeks had the marks of the tears that had been brimming just a moment ago, but her eyes were still glaring at him.

‘Should I really get out of here right now…?’

“What are you doing? Or, would you like to be here instead of Miss Louise?”

Oh, that is right—

Without further hesitation, Irene took a few steps back. Because in her mind, the fact that the game was progressing somehow passed by. If the game progresses, it is time for the first bed scene between Louise and Otis to appear, so maybe that is why he was telling her to leave.

‘I cannot be involved in that romance scene.’

The sudden event that occurred in the middle has passed, so now the game is trying to return to the original storyline, right?

As she turned her back to leave her room, Louise’s eyes and hers met. Her pathetic eyes, as if saying if Irene was really going to leave her alone.

‘I am sorry, Louise… You are the heroine. So, in time, you will forget all this, though that would not be the case for me.’

And so, Irene quietly closed the door and left.

Slowly, as the door closed, Otis turned to Louise and smiled kindly as he spoke to her.

“Irene is a very nice person, isn’t she?”

“Pardon? … That is right. She is a good person—very.”

“You must know that after you came today, Irene has handed in her letter of resignation.”

At his words, Louise nodded her head vigorously. Though she had a look on her face that she could not understand why Otis was suddenly letting her out and telling her about Irene like this.

He looked down at Louise loosely and said in a neutral way.

“I like Irene.”

“….!”

“I want Irene to pay more attention to me. That is why I ended up playing the same prank as a little while ago. I apologize for taking advantage of you.”

Louise, who had been quietly listening to his story, seemed as if she was pondering about something, then raised her head.

Her eyes were glistening with tears.

“Is it… love?”

Hearing that, Otis laughed softly. What kind of comedy is this that a person who does not believe in love is saying this?

“…Yes. It is love.”

“Oh, my God!”

Louise smiled innocently and clapped her hands. Seeing that innocent look, he only smiled mischievously.

“I would like to be closer to her, but Irene does not give me a chance.”

“I see…”

“So, I would like to ask for some help from Miss Louise.”

“Oh, my!”

She suddenly smiled with her eyes twinkling.

Louise was smiling brightly, as though she had quickly forgotten that the man in front of her had brought a heated iron skewer to the back of her hand.

“What can I do for you?”

Meanwhile, Irene, who came out of the room, took a few steps away as she lowered her gaze to the floor.

‘Why does the game keep changing…?’

The only special case was that she announced that she would retire. Even that has been resolved, but why do things keep happening that have not happened in the past…?

Her steps felt heavy for no reason.

Still, having already lived as a maid for several decades, her body was naturally walking to the next room, that is, to Ahibalt’s room. Until an obstacle suddenly appeared in front of the path she was walking…

“Gasp—!”

“Shh, Irene.”

Ahibalt, with neatly combed hair, though rarely with a playful smile, grabbed her shoulder and placed his index finger on her lips.

“Do not be surprised.”

“…First Master?”

Irene rarely widened her eyes like this.

‘What’s wrong with Ahibalt holding his breath in the dark hallway…?’

Although her doubts were quickly resolved.

“Because I heard someone scream earlier.”

“…Oh, that was Miss Louise.”

“I see. I was wondering because you seldom raise your voice. Anyway, the sound was higher than I expected.”

“She said she learned vocals before…”

“I thought the windows were going to break.”

Of course, this is a joke.

No matter how much Louise vocalizes her high notes, she needs to have a really high-pitched voice to break the glass. So, to Louise, who learned vocals only for a while, it was unreasonable.

Irene wiggled her eyebrows, before lowering them down slowly.

‘Is he angry because of the noise?’

When Ahibalt joked with her, it meant that he was not in a good mood.

Because not believing in yourself means that you are the most strict with yourself. So, Ahibalt was always trapped within the many lines he had created.

There are times when the lines collapse, and that is when it is hard to tell the inside and outside of the line because he feels bad, like right now.
[ T/N: The ‘lines’ meant to control himself. While ‘the inside and outside’ can mean what he thinks VS what he does. ]

Irene bowed her head.

“I am sorry for the noise. I will tell Louise to be careful from now on.”

“Why do you have to?”

‘Hmm?’ At his question, she raised her gaze slightly.

Ahibalt clenched his chin loosely as he asked over her shoulder to her messy shirt after a visit from Otis.

Having no intention of hiding his discomfort, his gaze was as cold as a slanted blade.

“…You seem to be having a good time with Otis, Irene. There is no need for you to say anything more.”

Wasn’t it a bit brutal to say it was a good time…?

“If she makes such a fuss once more, I can fire her. Don’t you think so?”

“… That is right.”

…What is he trying to say?

Still, Irene kept her expression calm and gazed up at him.

Ahibalt was staring at the path she had taken, all the way to Otis’ door, though he eventually rolled his eyes to look at her again.

His gaze, which had gone beyond cool and even bloody, became as gentle as a breeze when it reached Irene.

“I do not want a stone rolling from somewhere to harm my people.”