Bad ending
I was covered in blood.
I looked at my hands and feet laid out before me. They hadn’t been cut off — they had been torn away by force.
A pale light flickered from the candle. My eyes followed the water seeping through the wall.
The smell of mold and iron should have made me nauseous, but beside the damp stain, one of my eyes and my nose lay there, discarded like worthless remains.
They knew the torment I would endure.
They knew I would scream.
That’s why they cut my vocal cords.
They even went so far as to cast a silence spell, so that not even my groans could be heard.
The infiltrated wall was smooth stone — probably marble.
I know I was incompetent in my studies. I didn’t understand many things. I wanted to believe everything was fine.
Is there any feeling worse than betrayal?
The answer is yes. There is.
Being betrayed hurts the heart, but that pain lasts only until the moment you express it. After that, you move on.
True hell is when you are not allowed to express your pain.
When they mutilate your body so that you remain silent and immobile about everything.
Another drop of water ran down the wall, mixing with the morbid blood on the floor.
I looked at the burned stumps of my shoulders.
They kept me alive for some reason.
My clothes were red, scorched at the edges, covered in mud.
I don’t know why I’m still alive.
They burned the torn parts of my body… and then healed me, just so I wouldn’t die.
That was insidious.
Worse than animals.
Animals would at least tear me apart and eat my body. I don’t care about not being buried — in the end, the dead don’t need such luxuries.
There were no chains binding me. I could have walked out through the oak door easily… if I were whole.
If I had been given a chance, I would have saved the third princess from the clutches of that demon.
In truth, everything that happened to me is my fault.
I still remember the third princess begging for help when she was framed.
I knew everything… and still did nothing.
They say love makes us blind.
With me, it was different. I wasn’t just blind — I was obsessed.
Worse than a slave.
I have no reason to keep living this life.
It’s been about thirty minutes since I was left alone here. They’re probably planning what they’ll do to me next.
With every passing second, my mind grew softer — as if it were getting used to the situation.
That was demonic.
A powerful mental control seeped in through my pores.
Then I understood.
The easiest way to control someone… is to break them completely.
That will never happen.
If they think they’ll use me again, they’re completely wrong.
I felt my heart pounding violently. My chest ached — but no sound came from me.
My blood began to boil, bubbles forming around my body.
I no longer smelled iron or burned flesh.
I could still see, even if only a little.
And I could still hear — my own thoughts.
Mana gathered in my heart, firing bursts in all directions.
The golden shackles entwined around my magical circuit shattered.
A farewell to this world.
I hope I can see you again in the afterlife, third princess.
I need to apologize for everything I’ve done.
I was an animal
Worse than a beast.
If I were given a second chance… I would protect you.
In fact, I would become your knight, serving in your name forever.
Even if you are not the heir.
Even if you lose your position when one of your sisters takes the throne and strips all the other princesses of their titles.
I promise:
I will always protect you.
