After that, I headed to my bedroom and just collapsed onto my bed, sinking into the soft mattress and clean bedsheets and burying my head into my pillow.
I can’t let anyone see how pathetic I am right now. I just can’t. That’s why I’m in hiding right now.
“Oh, I see.”
I’ve solved a part of the mystery revolving around the divergence from fate.
For instance, the event that’s happening today. My plan was to get my sidekicks to harass Michelie and make her leave the party halfway.
Depending on the routes in Labyrinth Destiny, either Prince Endo, Charles, or Leon would arbitrate and help Michelie.
So, which route is going to take place now?
Simply put, we’re not on Charles’ route because he wasn’t at the party.
Because Charles was here instead, he never set the romance flag with Michelie. Most likely we’re on Prince Endo’s route.
I’m relieved in that sense.
But at the same time, I never knew that Charles came to talk to me in Labyrinth Destiny.
“Milady, this won’t do. Since you’ve returned, won’t you please have something to eat?”
I turn over in bed, still laying on my side and covering my face with my pillow.
“……Won’t you at least take a shower?”
“I said later.”
“Yes, yes, I understand. Later, correct?”
I give her an noncommittal nod.
Whatever. I’ll call it a night. I’ll most likely fall asleep soon, and I’ll probably have calmed down when I wake up.
I’m not trying to be conceited, but Charles is most likely still in love with me. Most likely it’s because we’re not on Charles’ route. I don’t know about Leon. Most likely it’s because of Surfania.
But that means I’ll probably have to continue seeing Charles.
Christina gets sent to a convent in Charles route. If that’s the case, then I won’t be able to stay on such friendly terms with Charles.
With such thoughts churning in my head, I finally fell asleep.
I calm down after hearing the voice from outside the door.
It was a rude awakening. I jump out of my bed.
It’s Freesia. She’s able to calm me down in a minute when it would normally take me an entire night. How convenient. I never knew she could be useful in such a way.
“Lady Chris, are you here?! It is your loyal and humble Freesia!”
Yeah, I figured it out the first time.
I make sure my forehead is back to a normal temperature, and signal for the maid with my eyes. It’s going to be a bother if I leave her causing a ruckus outside, so I’m letting her in.
“I’m opening the door now, Freesia.”
As a reward for calming me down, I decide not to reproach her for her lack of manners.
But she came back a little early from the party. Most likely something happened there.
What kind of problem happened there, exactly? I want her to be useful for once.
Freesia comes in crying.
“Michelie, dear Michelie……!”
She fumbles her way in, with tears welled up in her eyes.
What the hell happened?
I suddenly become dumbfounded.
If it’s something so serious to make her cry, then I have to ask her. But something she said caught my attention.
She turns back to normal.
“A-a-anyway, Michelie is so mean!”
She holds back her tears and complains curtly.
She must be mistaken. There’s no way my sister could ever do something mean.
“Leaving that aside, have you carried out my orders?”
“You’re leaving it aside?! ……W-well, I have indeed done as you asked!”
I thought she failed miserably.
But her task was simple. She was supposed to spill a drink on Michelie and say the lines in Labyrinth Destiny. It’s just a short and simple scene, so it seems she didn’t screw up on that.
Most likely the problem came after.
“It was after I bumped into Michelie and spilled my drink. She pretended to stumble, then grabbed onto my arm and sent me crashing head first into the servant carrying the drinks……”
That must have been one hell of a tragedy indeed.
“I was soaking wet in front of so many people…… It was so embarrassing!”
I’m comparing her complaints to the original scenario.
That’s about what happened, albeit with some margin of error.
“She must have been shocked from getting spilled on.”
“No, I am sure she did it on purpose! She even said she wanted to leave early!”
“Why was that?”
“I do not know, but she was mumbling creepily about something. I am certain of it!”
There’s no way the archangel Michelie could intentionally cause so much chaos, but Freesia is still insisting that she did it on purpose.
Anyone could tell with one look that Michelie is good natured. I can’t help it if Freesia lacks good judgment.
“So, what happened after that?”
“She left right after that.”
“Yes. it’s certainly odd that she would leave with her clothes and hair still wet…… but she seemed to be in a hurry.”
“No, that’s not what I mean.”
She should have been alone with Prince Endo after that. In the original scenario, she was mocked at for being soaked and for being an adopted child, then exchanged a few words with Prince Endo.
Freesia continues explaining the situation to alleviate my confusion.
“Well, I wanted to fix my hair and dry up a little. Oh, yes! Prince Endo brought me to another room, and we exchanged a few words. I thought he was a little difficult to approach at first, but he was so kind and considerate–”
“Why are you the one setting up a flag with Prince Endo, you idiot!”