Adopting the Male Protagonist Changed the Genre

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“I will do that.”

 

“The desserts are terrible.
Ratchet, eat all of this crap right now!”

 

‘But what is this charred, blackened food?’

 

Hesitantly, he took a bite of the mysterious food handed to him by Belinda and popped it into his mouth.

 

The muscles in Leo’s face, stiff with tension, relaxed.

 

‘It looked like a lump of coal…… and yet it was so incredibly sweet.’

 

Back in the servants’ quarters, Leo tapped his foot and pondered the sweetness of the fondant chocolate.

 

Then he tilted his head, as if suddenly realizing something odd.

 

Is this what it’s supposed to be like?

 

Leo thought back to what he had done today.

 

A sweet nap in Belinda’s bed, fluffy as a cloud, three meals to fill his belly.

 

His hands, which hadn’t seen a drop of water or scrubbing all day, trembled with the taste of the sugar from his dessert.

 

‘And I have a name.’

 

It was the first thing Leo, who had nothing, had ever owned, and it was completely his, something he didn’t want anyone to take away from him.

 

“Ratchet.”

 

“Yes!”

 

“Ratchet.”

 

“Yes, I’m Ratchet!”

 

Every time Belinda called his name, it was like someone tickled his heart with a feather.

 

It made him so happy that he was on the verge of tears.

 

‘Belinda is a little…… umm, a little bit scary, but I don’t think she’s a bad person.
She’s letting me work in the mansion, and she’s even given me a name.’

 

Maybe this is where he can be the person he was meant to be.

 

Leo rested his head on his pillow with uncontainable anticipation.

 

***

 

“Why are you so hard on the boy? He’s just a child, unable to rebel against you.”

 

The voice was razor sharp.

 

The woman stared at her opponent, who held his sword to her throat.
With her back to the moon, she couldn’t see his face.

 

Despite the fact that her life was at stake, she remained calm.

 

“If you ask me, why shouldn’t I harass it?”

 

With a defenseless tilt of her head, a few strands of blood-red hair were cut off by the blade.

 

The man’s hand on the sword twitched, but the woman was unperturbed.

 

“Just a poor orphan.
He was once my servant, so if you ask me why I treat him with such disrespect…….”

 

For the first time, the woman’s expressionless face flashed with disgust.

 

“Well, it’s because I was born to be that way.
I’m a natural-born noble, and I’m physiologically repulsed by lowly blood of unknown origin.”

 

The woman looked up at him and smiled, as if seeking agreement from a friend.

 

“Your Highness can understand my feelings, can’t you?”

 

“……I do not understand you.”

 

Finally, the man raised his sword high.
The blade glowed eerily pale in the moonlight.

 

“I hope you will consider it my last mercy to let you go without pain.”

 

That was it.

 

The sound of a blade slicing through flesh.

 

Then the sound of something heavy rolling across the floor, and the screen faded to black…….

 

“Ugh!”

 

I woke up from my nightmare, my whole body drenched in a cold sweat.
I raised my hand to my neck and felt my head still attached.

 

What a bullshit dream.

 

 

This ending can be achieved when the protagonist participates in the annual swordsmanship tournament and performs well.

 

The crown prince, who hides his identity, gets involved with the protagonist at the tournament and, recognizing the child’s talent, becomes the protagonist’s secret sponsor in order to make him the head of the royal knights.

 

He goes to great lengths to support the child, and before you know it, he’s decapitating Belinda.

 

‘I didn’t realize it when I was playing, but the game is just selling me out.’

 

The crown prince of a country slits the throat of a noblewoman for the sake of a child he’s predicted to become a knight?

 

What the hell is that shit?

 

I dragged my heavy body up and sat back against the head of the bed.

 

I could barely lift a finger in the morning, and my head was so foggy I couldn’t think straight.

 

I can still see him.
A hallucination of some wingless angel squatting at the window of …..my room?

 

“Ratchet?”

 

“Good morning, Belinda.”

 

No, dear, what the hell are you doing here so early in the morning?

 

‘Wait.
Is that a mop that Leo’s holding in his hand?’

 

As I stood there in a daze, unable to come to terms with the reality of the situation, Leo glanced at me and then spoke up.

 

“The garden is blooming so beautifully, and I thought if the window was dirty, Belinda wouldn’t be able to see it well when she looks out…….”

 

I clamped my hands over my mouth and barely swallowed a scream.

 

It wasn’t a hallucination.
The winged angel was real – it was my Leo!