The Villain Changed the Ending

156 My husband knew I was me

***[Rene, everything]***

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty… Everything is dirty.

Here and there, from one person to another, everyone is dirty.

The people around her, the mansion, and even the world were all dirty.

My head was hot to the point of dizziness from the anger.

It feels like my head is being consumed by a fire of rage.

Renee grabbed the slave by the hair and dragged it around for a while, swinging it.

The female slave to take care of her own body was dragged around as Renee did without strength.

That obedient attitude incited even more anger.

It’s like the way he treats the owner of this place.

He resembles himself frightened and following what the man tells him to do.

Misery and anger erupted at the same time.

“Dirty b*tch!”

While shouting out words that she didn’t know if she was talking to a slave or to herself, Rene swung violence at the slave in front of her eyes.

He beats the woman’s face and body with his fists.

The female slave, smaller and thinner than Rene, endured for a while, but collapsed on the floor soon after.

It must have hit something wrong, and the forehead was torn open, and blood poured out.

As the slave struggled with her arms, blood splattered and splattered across her face and onto the floor.

can’t get up

Fingers as thin as dry twigs touched the floor, but several times they slipped into blood.

Even if it wasn’t blood, those thin fingers wouldn’t be able to support the body.

The exposed fingers looked as if they would crumble at any moment.

Could it be that I was thirty years old?

People here seem to think she is very young, but Renee knows that this slave is not young because she was an Asian in a previous life.

The slaves here are people who seem to have a little bit of Western blood mixed with Asians.

There were also several girls in the village, around the age of twelve.

Maybe it’s the child’s mother.

“…”

Little by little, my head cooled down.

The slave still couldn’t get up.

I lifted my head a little, then dropped it again helplessly.

Maybe that woman is over now.

Slaves are not treated here.

He didn’t even try to kill him.

If it didn’t happen anymore, I left it as is.

‘Gee… I went too far.’

It should have ended with just shouting, but it went too far.

Renee covered her face with both hands and sat down on the floor.

Originally, he wasn’t like this.

Although he had made several accusatory mistakes, he was not the kind of person who would beat someone who couldn’t resist until they bleed.

However, he changed after being caught by his ex-fiance’s underling.

Like a worm caught in a spider’s web, trapped in a room in this mansion, he gets sick day by day.

The first few times I threw things or tore sheets in anger, but on those days I was beaten right away.

The owner of this mansion, her ex-fiancé, beats her to the brink of death.

stuff doesn’t work

Things here are more valuable than human life.

I found out after a few days of being locked in this mansion.

The only thing she could destroy at will was the slave assigned to this room.

Every time his anger flared up, it took an instant for the arrow to be directed at the slave.

At first, though, it was just harsh words.

Angry at your sluggish behavior, or your ex-fiancé, no, master.

Now I call him Master.

The next day after laying down with the master, when he felt as dirty as if he was going to vomit, he got angry with the slave.

He cursed the slave instead of swearing that he couldn’t do to a man.

Because the only thing he could take his anger out on was the slave.

It was the first day that it turned into violence.

After that, Renee’s behavior accelerated as time passed.

Hit, kicked, pushed, knocked over, with a chair…

‘How did this happen? How did I become this kind of person?’

When I live with my husband, I want to go back to Earth.

‘If it was a dream to come to this world.’

How nice it would be if I woke up and went back to the days when I lived peacefully with my husband.

After crying for a long time, the door suddenly opened.

“What, did you kill him?”

I am the subordinate of my ex-fiancee.

The man who brought Renee here.

The subordinate seemed to think that the slave was dead after seeing the blood.

When the subordinate came in, the slave tried to get up somehow and lifted his upper body a little.

Even if you can’t understand the words, it’s probably because you know what happens if you can’t move.

But the slave still couldn’t stand up properly.

It is because the body is too weak.

Since I was hurt by the car that was forcibly moving, I might really die in a few days if not now.

“It’s a little difficult to kill like this because there’s not enough hands. It’s hard because there are few people who move separately to see if the savages are vigilant in the fortress. It’s a little too much to do too much just because the master pampers them… Ha ha.”

The subordinate let out a small sigh.

“Well, it can’t be helped that it’s already happened, the master is calling. Let’s go.”

Renee stood up without saying a word.

The subordinate glanced at her and shrugged.

“It’s not an important guest, but since there are outsiders, that outfit is a bit different, so it’s better to change.”

The subordinate shouted outside.

“Hey! Send me a girl here. The first one is gone.”

After a while, a skinny slave came in.

First, it’s like a woman, but a little younger.

The new slave was startled to see the woman lying on the floor, but quickly turned her head and helped René get dressed.

When Renee finishes dressing, she runs to the fallen woman.

On the way out, I took a peek, and the new slave was whispering something to the injured woman’s forehead.

Upon hearing those words, the woman’s half-closed eyelids moved.

After seeing the woman struggling to open her eyes, Renee turned around.

The woman’s eyes seemed to brighten slightly.

I didn’t mean to hurt you like that.

I didn’t want to make you die.

I don’t know what the new slave said, but I hoped it would help me survive at least a little.

When I followed my subordinates to the room in the center of the mansion, my ex-fiancé, no, my master, and a man with a robe over his head were waiting for me.

On such a hot summer day, her entire body is covered with a robe so that her face is barely visible.

It felt like a dark sorcerer often seen in movies.

The owner looked at Rene and smiled greedily.

“Looks like I’ve found a really great treasure. According to this fortune teller, you’re my lucky star.”

“…”

You sound like a lucky star.

I thought so, but Renee hung her head without saying anything.

She no longer rebels against this man.

Because I know nothing will change.

Rather, it puts you in a tougher condition.

But in my heart, I always hate what this man says.

Even looking at it seemed to dirty my eyes and I hated it.

I don’t know what the fortuneteller said, but the owner seems to be in a very good mood.

As Renée stood still without saying anything, the fortune teller got up and came closer.

The fortuneteller was holding the crystal that had been placed on the table with both hands.

“Nice to meet you, Renee-sama. My name is Gerard the Fortune Teller.”

A little of his face was visible under the man’s hood.

Perhaps deliberately, the hood was pulled down to the forehead, and only the area around the nose and mouth was visible.

Renee clasped her hand in surprise.

The fortune teller’s skin is strange.

It looked like it was covered with an old tree.

The lips and nose area were deeply dented.

I thought it was a wrinkle, but it was much deeper than that.

It is not a common wrinkle.

For some reason, René stepped back a little.

“René-sama, don’t you want to know the future? Past, present and future, I can show you anything. If you want something in particular, that is it.”

The fortuneteller’s mouth parted like dry bark and he laughed.

A musty smell poured from the fortune teller’s mouth.

It was like the smell of a rotting corpse or animal.

I don’t like it for some reason.

However, the fortune teller’s words bothered me for some reason.

The saying that if you want something, show it to me is stuck in my heart.

If possible, Oscar, I wanted to know about your husband.

Where she is now, whether she still misses her, and if she finds out that she is Earth’s wife, she will come to rescue her.

As if looking into his heart, the fortuneteller whispered.

“You can know anything. If you have someone you’re thinking about, you’ll connect with that person. This crystal reflects people’s minds.”

“…”

Unknowingly, her eyes went to the crystal.

Then he felt something in himself being sucked into the crystal.

That was the moment.

A voice rang in my head.

[As it is… Leave it as it is. I do not intervene in her affairs.]

It was her husband’s voice.

is the husband of the earth

Renee’s eyes began to flip.

The pupils raised to the forehead, and immediately nothing could be seen.

Oscar’s face comes to mind.

I was crying.

I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I let you die… I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.

It’s Oscar’s face, but he speaks in his husband’s voice.

I realized in that moment.

Oscar is her husband.

It was as she thought.

And I knew.

The fact that she, Renée is his former wife

he knew

I don’t know since when, but I knew for sure.

‘No… no way. This is not what I wanted…’

My husband is crying saying he’s sorry, but it wasn’t love that occupied his heart.

It was the guilt of letting a woman, someone she knew, die.

I was crying with the guilt of letting him die when I could have saved him.

i don’t love her anymore

My husband’s heart is completely gone.

‘You know it’s me… and yet… are you letting me die?’

I can save it, but I can’t save it.

My husband… My husband, who is no one else…

My heart crumbled.

When I fell to the floor with a thud, I heard a loud sound from somewhere.

A loud noise like that of an Indian is rapidly approaching the mansion.

People’s screams mingled with it.

The owner’s panicked voice was heard nearby.

“what’s the matter!”

It looks like someone opened the door.

A terrified voice was heard along with a bang.

“Raid, raid! Barbarians have attacked!”

Is this

Is this what your husband said?

I heard people running out, and after a while someone grabbed her by the wrist.

“My God, damn it! Sue, I only need to give this woman a crystal, but how did it get to this point?”

It was the voice of a fortune teller.

“Get up! Renee! You stupid b*tch… get up!”

but i can’t move

I could hear the sound, but I couldn’t open my eyes.

Even as she tried to open her eyes, Oscar’s voice was pulling her like a spell.

It seems to have given up.

The fortune teller seemed to sit down in front of her, and a smooth-to-the-touch round object was placed in her hand.

The fortuneteller forcibly wrapped his weakly falling fingers around the crystal.

“Damn it! Why are you doing this! When I was in the world, the crystal would automatically stick to me just by touching it. Why not!”

The fortune teller, who had pushed the crystal over and over again, murmured in bewilderment.

“Ah! Uh, maybe it’s because of the amulet of the goddess. Damn it! Damn it! You stupid woman, you can’t believe she got close to it. She wonders about her future, why did she get close to the piece of God. You stupid!”

A strange sound like an Indian came closer before I knew it.

People’s screams could also be heard nearby.

“Damn it! Damn it!”

It seems that the fortuneteller got up after shouting that.

Could the fortuneteller run away too?

The sound of footsteps nearby faded away.

There seems to be no one in the room.

Then something that seemed to hold her soul was finally released.

Renee turned over and started coughing frantically.

It seems that the lungs that were unable to breathe a moment ago are now moving.

So were the muscles.

It was tightly packed as if it had been trapped in a vacuum pack.

‘Even, I have to run away.’

If you stay like this, you will die.

Renee forced her stiff muscles to stand up from her seat.

***[Heroine Oscar]***

The investigation into the steppe abduction continues.

It didn’t end with finding out who kidnapped steppe tribes and sold them to slave houses.

More important is the whereabouts of the sold slaves.

I have no intention of interfering with their revenge, but I have to save the grassland tribes sold as slaves as much as possible.

‘That would be difficult to do with the power of the steppes.’

I entrusted Benno with the investigation of the dukedom and steppe tribes, and I hurriedly gathered my soldiers and set off for the outskirts.

In addition to the soldiers, this procession also included several healers from the temple.

It’s for the wounded steppe tribe.

The condition of those enslaved is probably grievous.

If treatment is possible, try to save it to the end even if it is impossible.

That soon leads to the trust of the steppe tribes.

‘And I have to stop the kingdom from intervening.’

If the raid is known, the kingdom may try to retaliate against the steppes.

The Duchy’s soldiers were there to prevent that.

The voice of Goruka whom I met earlier echoed in my head.

[Oscar, can I trust you?]

His question probably included all of these things.

When the meadow and the kingdom collide, whether to treat them as the kingdom’s nobles or…

I already answered that question.

Now is the time to show it in action.