Itâs finally here.
Soon, the moment she has been waiting for will arrive.
âMary, itâs time for our appointment⦠Let me hear your answer.â
Itâs just the two of them in an empty classroom at dusk. Itâs an unquestionable situation. Well, there is probably a mob character lurking somewhere in the classroom, but Ryoma Ryuzaki is unaware of it, so it is practically just the two of them.
âI like you, Mary.â
The voice of the determined protagonist-sama echoed.
His eyes were directed straight at Mary.
âI will always love Mary, wonât you let me?â
She wondered how much effort she had put in to hear that sentence.
(Phew⦠finally.)
To be honest, even Mary, who prides herself on being a great actor, had difficulty with Ryoma Ryuzaki.
It would take no ordinary effort to make someone fall in love with someone who is so insensitive, whose favors are not conveyed, and who so easily tramples on oneâs feelings.
That is why she was so excited to hear this one word.
Maryâs body shook at this moment that had finally arrived.
She was excited.
She was fidgeting.
She was itching.
She was nervous.
She wanted to explode with emotion as soon as possible.
But not yet. If she peed her pants here, the catharsis would wear off.
She must be rushed a little bit more. If she doesnât take advantage of this perfect timing, she wonât be able to recover the degree of âSuck it up.â that she missed because of the mob character.
Thatâs why she is so excited.
â⦠I am so glad you feel that way, Ryoma!â
First, a light jab. Ryuzakiâs cheeks relaxed as if he was somewhat relieved at the words of affirmation.
With that one word, he was convinced that he had won.
Itâs not a bad idea to push off here, but ⦠not yet, Mary said, getting even more impatient.
âItâs like a dream come true, to be with Ryoma for the rest of my lifeâ¦!â
âNo, itâs not a dream. Iâll make Mary happy. So, please â¦take care of me.â
Ryuzaki was already in the mood.
He stepped up to hold Maryâs shoulder.
(Itâs here.)
She smiled.
Ryoma Ryuzaki was feeling very conceited after all the patience, impatience, and pretension.
Now was the right time, she thought.
It was now or never to âbetrayâ him.
So she finally saidâ¦
ââ¦Iâm sorry.â
Ryoma Ryuzaki did not react to that answer.
ââ¦Hmm?â
He tilted his head as if to say that he did not understand what was said.
He probably didnât expect to be rejected.
She repeated it once more to him who was so conceited like that.
âIâm sorry, Ryoma? I love Ryoma, butâ¦. I have found someone I love even more!â
Explain firmly.
Choose words that leave no room for interpretation.
Immediately, Ryoma Ryuzaki lost his expression.
ââ¦â¦â¦â¦What is ⦠that?â
The twisted words were tinged with a single emotion.
That despair was exactly what Mary wanted.
(More, more, more â¦!)
She was starving. She wanted more of Ryoma Ryuzakiâs misery.
It wasnât enough. She wanted more, more, more!
As if to pluck Ryoma Ryuzakiâs despair.
More words were added.
âRyoma, youâre a little late⦠I really liked Ryoma. But after todayâs play, I found someone I like even more. So, Iâm sorry, okay?â
âWait, wait. Thatâs a lie⦠Are you kidding!? Is there someone you like more? Ah, itâs impossible⦠Who is that? No, because there is no one who is closer to Mary than I amâ¦â
He was about to say something.
He looked at me with wide eyes, as if remembering.
âNo way, are you kidding me â¦â¦? You like someone from todayâs play? Hey, that canât be true, right?ãHow could it be him, of all people? Hey, Mary, ⦠who is it? Who the hell is it?â
Ryoma Ryuzaki came in closer to her, yelling at her.
She looked at him distraught and said clearly.
âIâve fallen in love with Kotaro.â
âWith that one statement, it was over.
ââ¦â¦â¦â¦!!!!!â
Ryoma Ryuzakiâs face was filled with anger.
He was breathing hard like an animal and clenching his fists tightly.
âHim, of all peopleâ¦! That guy again! Donât be a fool, ⦠donât be a fool. Donât interfere with me, Nakayama!â
If Kotaro Nakayama had been there, he would have punched him.
Ryoma Ryuzaki, who showed that much anger, didnât see Mary anymore.
âS**t⦠S**t, s**t! Damn it!â
He shouted, kicking a nearby desk.
He continued to reap several desks, messing up the empty classroom, and then fled the scene.
Mary stared at the scene.
Finally, the moment had arrived.
It was the âbad endingâ she had been waiting for.
She laughed at the fall of the harem protagonist who had been blessed with everything.
âThis is the end of Ryomaâs story, isnât it?â
She muttered and tried to close with her usual one-liner.
She spat out the decisive line and tried to bask in the afterglow of having finished making up the story.
âSuck it upâ¦â
But she couldnât finish that one sentence until the end.
â⦠Huh?â
She suddenly realized.
The usual feeling of clarity was not there.
No, on the contrary, there was a small pain in the area of her ⦠chest.
(What is this?)
The unexpected event was puzzling.
The unexpected event was bewildering.
As she was perplexed in this way⦠a mob character, who had been hiding, came out.
â⦠Hey, youâre kidding, right?â
He looked at Mary and rolled his eyes.
But his expression immediately relaxed, and immediately he laughed.
âAha⦠ahaha⦠ahahahahaha!!!â
He was truly having a good time.
The mockery that should have been Maryâs is now being done by a mob character.
The reason, she couldnât figure out.
She glared at him, wondering what was so funny.
âKotaro? What are you trying to say?â
Ask. She strongly urged him to give a short answer.
Finally, he told her.
âYouâre hurting, arenât you? Itâs painful, isnât it? You must be in ⦠shock, hurting that guy, rejecting his confession.â
That was the worst possible outcome for Mary.
âIf you havenât noticed, Iâll tell you. Mary⦠youâve unconsciously fallen in love with Ryuzaki.â
Itâs like a mummy-taker becoming a mummy.
âWhat creator are you ⦠just a subcharacter for leverage. In the end, you were fascinated by the main character, Ryoma Ryuzaki.â
So there was no catharsis.
She fell in love with Ryoma Ryuzaki, so seeing him unhappy and hurt didnât refresh her.
She couldnât say, âSuck it upâ â¦
Because she had fallen in love with him.
âYou fell in love with Ryoma Ryuzaki, just like all the other subheroines.â
Mary was stunned by that statement.
All her life, she had thought of herself as a creator. She had thought she was close to God.
But no.
She was, after all, a character.
When Mary was reminded of this, she could only be stunned.