I Transmigrated as an Extra in a Trashy Dark Romance Game - Chapter 51

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“Ah~ That gloomy girl in the corner is Miss Edith Moulton. Her reputation is rather poor, so it’s best not to get close, Saintess.”

A young lady whispered into Serenity’s ear behind her fan, but her voice was so loud that the gazes of others, who had ignored Edith until now, turned toward her.

Everyone was sneering. Feeling the Saintess’s gaze among them too, Edith’s heart began to pound so hard with anxiety that even I could feel it.

‘Don’t tell me… this memory is…?’

The déjà vu from the seemingly familiar conversations, the situations and emotions… This was undoubtedly the original Edith’s perspective from the unseen side of the game when I played from the Saintess’s point of view.

To be precise, it felt like the memories of the original Edith, the path that would have been taken if I hadn’t possessed her.

At some point, the perspective shifted. The heavily drunk Viscount and Edith, who seemed to have returned to the mansion, struggled upstairs to her room.

Opening the door, she saw Marie sitting on the bed with her legs crossed as if it were her own room. The sound of the door made her jump, but upon seeing it was Edith, she glared sharply.

“Really, you have to make a sound even at this hour? You startled me, creeping around so gloomily!”

Even though Edith had just entered her own room, Marie began ignoring her in a shrill voice, as if everything was her fault.

“I don’t get it, Miss. You’re the same age as the Saintess, so why are you so… unpleasant? They say the Saintess just sparkles—beautiful and lovely just sitting there… But you…”

As Marie’s words continued, Edith’s emotions washed over me completely.

That feeling of sinking into a familiar swamp, the black aura creeping up around my legs, the damp, oppressive sensation covering my whole body…

Even just standing still, a torrent of emotions swirled—grief bursting in her chest, misery, sorrow, loneliness, agony, resentment, the desire to give up on everything…

After a while of gnawing at and ignoring Edith, Marie yawned and left. Edith, left standing alone in the middle of the room for a long time, slowly exited and went down to the first floor.

At the hour when everyone was asleep, Edith headed to the kitchen. She opened the large wooden barrel reinforced with metal.

With her small, thin frame, she grunted as she carried the liquid from the barrel to various places on the first floor, beginning to pour it. She made many trips back and forth to the kitchen, pouring extra amounts before the staircase leading to the second floor and around the mansion’s front entrance.

‘Edith, what are you doing…? No!’

Watching Edith pour the remaining liquid over herself, I realized what it was. With a sense of foreboding, I screamed, but my voice couldn’t reach her.

Picking up the match she’d placed on the floor, Edith fiddled with it for a long while. Her voice reached me.

“Why me? Why is it only my life like this? I wanted to be loved too…”

In an instant, the emotions toward her father who had neglected and locked her in the attic, toward Marie who had framed her, isolated her, and spoken harshly without reserve, toward this mansion that had simply tormented her.

‘It hurts…!’

More than anything, the self-loathing and misery from comparing herself to the Saintess, loved by all whom she saw today, pierced my heart.

The reason she had gone to the banquet today. Pushed to the brink, the precarious Edith had gone in her last desperate hope to see the Saintess.

The fervent thought that if she could just reach the Saintess, who bestowed blessings, maybe she too could be saved… that last hope had crumbled miserably.

Soon after, with the thought of giving up on everything, of just wanting to be at peace now, Edith looked around the interior of the mansion.

Then, she let go of all the emotions that had tormented her all this time, along with the burning match, casting them down onto the floor.

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Swept away by the tide of Edith’s emotions, I had returned to the abyss.

The volatile liquid smell still lingering in my nose and the acrid smoke smell made me hyperventilate. Coughing, I couldn’t easily regain my composure.

“Edith was already dead. I possessed her just before she died… But why?”

Now, as if I myself might fall into a panic regardless of Edith, a familiar window appeared before my eyes.

That window showed me another scene.

Two women in billowing white robes, similar to Serenity’s but somehow different, exuding a sacred aura. One looked like Edith but with a noble air, sitting languidly beside the other, seemingly conversing.

“This is terrible! Because your child committed suicide, the misfortune from her destiny is now surging all at once toward my child!”