I felt like I was about to faint. No matter how much I searched, there was no reset button.
In the meantime, the prince raised his arm, which held a sword, as if he really intended to kill me.
"Wait, just a moment! Just a moment!"
I shouted hastily. The prince tilted his head and asked.
"Do you finally feel like talking?"
"Yes! I'll talk! I, I'll talk!"
I nodded frantically. The bastard lowered his arm and pressed the blade to my neck again.
Then he looked down at me arrogantly.
"Go ahead, try it."
"W, well…."
Although I had said I would talk in a rush, I couldn't think of anything to say.
What could I possibly say? I couldn't tell him I chased him to die, and without a reset button, I couldn't just die and try again.
'Should I open the choice menu?'
But the choice menu wouldn't save me.
In fact, wasn't it because of the choice menu that I had managed to survive this long?
"Can you hear the gears in your head turning?"
Just then, the prince, unable to bear my frantic thinking, sneered.
"I'm very eager to hear what you have to say."
The [Goodwill 0%] above his head flickered precariously.
"It has to be a reason I can accept, princess."
"……."
"I absolutely hate it when someone tries to stop me halfway."
The prince leaned in, pressing the blade closer to my neck. A warm trickle of blood ran down.
The physiological fear and terror of death.
It completely paralyzed my reason.
"……I, I like you!"
Thus, I finally blurted out something without thinking.
"……What?"
The bastard's red eyes widened slightly. I squeezed my eyes shut and shouted. My mouth was already out of my control.
"Because of the commotion earlier, I thought you were very hurt, so I wanted to comfort you…."
This was the most ridiculous and pathetic thing I had ever said, in any mode, normal or hard.
It was true that in the normal mode, the heroine comforted the prince when they met, but that was only because she hadn't seen him beheading the assassin.
'Forget it.'
No matter how much I lacked words, how could I say I liked such a lunatic?
But there was only one reason why a noble lady would chase a man into such a secluded maze… a story that would only make sense in a normal romantic relationship.
'Goodbye, you crazy game. If I die and return to my original home, I'll definitely give you a one-star review with some choice curses.'
I trembled in anticipation of the pain, my eyes closed.
However, no matter how long I waited, I didn't hear the blade slicing through the air.
"Hmm. So the mad dog of the duke's family has a crush on the rogue prince of the royal family."
The night breeze tickled my nose. I cautiously opened my eyes at the prince's muttering.
"That's…."
"……."
"An unexpected excuse, isn't it?"
His blood-red eyes were right in front of me. I held my breath.
The bastard looked at me with a face full of interest.
"You've never even seen me, right? At best, you caught a glimpse of me at the last banquet."
Actually, we were complete strangers. I had entered this damned game right after that.
I replied stiffly.
"Y, you caught my eye at that moment."
"What about me do you like?"
"That's…."
This time, I was completely at a loss for words.
What could I say? I had repeatedly marked him as someone to avoid!
I desperately scanned his appearance, trying to come up with a reason before his patience ran out.
"Your appearance is so outstanding…."
"Is my charm just my face? That's a bit disappointing."
"……Y, you're brave and skilled with a sword…."