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Atonement

WARNING: This is a Translation of a draft for an alternate end for the game 'The House in Fata Morgana

Also known as the redemption route

*This is a concept/pilot, not a side story. Please note that it is not written in detail.

*This contains spoilers for the primary and side stories of Fatamoru, so please be warned if you have not played Fatamoru yet.

The route is what would have happened if Jacopo had decided to abandon his plan of keeping Morgana trapped in the tower to use her blood.

Jacopo abandons his original plan at the tower's top floor. (After Yukimasa's line "What then, my lord?")

He tries to take the delirious Morgana back to the Lord's mansion.

*I will not reveal myself as the young man who was a slave.

He tries to shake off Barnier's hallucinatory voice and get Morgana out and away from the tower. Whether he reveals the truth or not can wait.

He then sends Yukimasa on his way, with the understanding that he will be rewarded for his work at a later date.

Yukimasa is sure that he will be stubborn about the issue of the nuns, so that we will talk about that later, too, he said.

Believing Jacopo is Lord Barnier, Morgana vehemently rejects his attempts to touch her.

He tries to convince her to be quiet and that he does not want to hurt her anymore, but his desperate attempts do not work because her mind is already broken, and she continues hallucinating.

She may wear out and die if she continues to rant and rave.

However, if I took her outside in this state, the eyes of the people in town would be focused on her. It would be too late to take her back to the Lord's mansion.

Jacopo chokes up as Morgana continues to scream, "Don't touch me! Let go of me, or I'll curse you!". Then, he takes specific measures to force her to be quiet.

It was to frighten her.

"Shut up!"

He didn't want to say this; he didn't want to hurt her anymore, but he couldn't think of any other way. He only knew how to use force to intimidate and threaten. He used to not be like that, but he doesn't know how to do anything else.

Morgana is frightened by the threat of Jacopo.

Jacopo grits his teeth and continues his threats.

"Rant any longer, and I'll hurt you in worse ways than I did seven years ago!"

Morgana glared at the Lord with hatred. Then, in a low, calm voice, she said, "Go to hell."

As a youth, she told me many times to "go to hell."

But the barbed words also contained a softness that made it clear that she was joking.

There is no hint of softness like that in her words now.

It was a hell of a lot of heartfelt hatred.

Jacopo begins to descend the watchtower with her in his arms. He puts his shawl over her and tries to be as inconspicuous as possible as he exits.

We left the church and entered the carriage waiting for us on the street.

"My lord, you're back earlier than expected--...... eh!"

The coachman was stunned by the sight of Morgana.

"Get the carriage moving!"

Then, they return to the Lord's mansion on the hill.

The entourage and servants are taken aback by the Lord's expression and the state of the girl he is carrying.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I'll explain later. Call the doctor!"

"Ha, ha!"

The doctor stationed at the manor arrives quickly, carrying Morgana into the bedroom.

"What the hell happened to this girl ......?"

"I used to know her! She got injured like this for a reason. Get her treated as soon as possible!"

"Oh, yes, sir."

A cloth is wrapped around the stump of Morgana's severed left arm that Yukimasa had used to stop the bleeding.

The doctor strips off the cloth to check the wound.

Once again, Jacopo despairs that his orders have hurt her so much.

Still, he continues to act nonchalant because he is in front of others.

By that time, Morgana is also exhausted and falls unconscious.

The bedroom remained noisy, with doctors and servants hurrying in and out.

After a while, the doctor tells me there was little he could do for Morgana, with a look of concern on Jacopo's face. Fortunately, the cross-section was clean, and he said that if I kept changing the disinfectant and hemostatic clothes day after day, the wound would eventually close up.

Now we just have to wait and see.

The doctor, his entourage, and the servants all stand back, and Jacopo sits beside her as she sleeps.

How did this happen? What should we do from now on? What should we do?

His heart was filled with anguish.

◇◇◇

Two days later, Morgana regains consciousness.

But as soon as she sees Jacopo - the Lord's face, she shows intense fear and anger and falls into a near panic.

No matter what he says or how much he denies it, she cries out, "Stop humiliating me any further!"

She even begs Jacopo to kill her.

At first, Jacopo tries to speak kindly to her, but gradually, he too becomes cornered by her words and eventually yells back.

Just as he is about to become exhausted from this repetition, Yukimasa comes to seek an audience with him.

He is almost entirely out of his mind, and his face shows his upset at Yukimasa's visit. It's not like him.

Forcing himself to remain calm, he says, "If it's about the reward, wait until we call you here," but Yukimasa says, "It's not about that. I told you there was a mistake. I thought I'd better tell you that."

Yukimasa then tells me he used a third party to capture the witch.

Jacopo is stunned.

"I told you to keep things private!"

"But I wasn't going to be able to catch the witch by myself."

"Then you shouldn't have come back then! Then she wouldn't be in this state!"

"My Lord. You told me that you knew the witch from long ago, but is there more to it than that?"

"......tch......"

"Because you looked more than horrified by her state."

“Ugh, shut up and stop prying into my affairs!"

"If I had known the witch was important to you, I wouldn't have done what I did. Because the witch was a little special to me, too."

"What the hell ......?"

Yukimasa speaks of what happened four years ago. He told Jacopo that Morgana was there when he killed the carriage of slaves. He also told Jacopo of what she told him at that time. She said it was hard for her not to say thank you to the people she cared about.

Jacopo was stunned.

"I don't think that was you."

"........."

I can't even answer that. I wanted to scream back that it wasn't, but it would all fit if I said it was four winters ago. She, too, cherished those days.

And yet, my orders have driven her to this point.

The person who should have done it least had done it.

"............ lord...... hey, lord."

My consciousness jolted back to normal. My heart tightens. My breath is labored. Despite the pain, Jacopo tries to go back to his usual self. But he could no longer make his usual mocking face.

"Who is the third party that you involved?"

"He's a young man. If you need to keep him quiet, order me to do it. It will be no problem to kill him."

Jacopo, unable to think straight, thinks it might be better to kill him. But he stops and asks for a description of the person he is dealing with. He learns that the young man is a noble and becomes increasingly bitter.

"Don't kill him, It could get nasty. Anyway, threaten the man as much as you can. If he has a weakness, make the most of it. Don't let him talk about what happened. I'll give you the money, all right?"

"If it's a job, I'll take it. I need the money, too."

Jacopo nodded and, in a self-disappointed manner, rewarded him for capturing the witch.

"I don't need that," Yukimasa said.

"You're the one who said you need the money."

"I guess we've had our differences on this one," he said. "I realize I'm an outsider, but I still think it's wrong to accept money in this situation. To put the current situation in perspective, I'm talking about this: You almost sacrificed your precious woman for money without knowing it."

"............"

"If you give me the money, you will corner your conscience even more."

"Don't...... talk about me ...... like you know me ......."

"I don't know anything about you, but I can see it in your face."

"............"

"I don't have anyone to tell. I don't even want the nuns to know."

"............"

"My lord."

"What the hell."

"I have to go. I will report on the nobleman later, and you will reward me. Is that clear?"

"Oh"

"You should go back to your room and look in the mirror. You look horrid."

".........."

Jacopo would cut off all his official duties for the day and leave them to his entourage. He would never have done such a thing under normal circumstances because he thought that no one was capable of proper politics. He had to realize that, at the moment, he was more useless than anyone else.

In his interactions with Yukimasa, he is reminded of the magnitude of the sins he has committed. He thought of those important people. In this state, there is no way he can confess that he is the young man from back then. The young man who had once saved Morgana is now dragging her into despair - her heart would break even more if she knew that. What would happen if things got worse than they already were? I don't even want to think about it.

Jacopo cannot tell the truth and continues to deal with the broken Morgana.

◇◇◇

They end up hurting each other. Morgana remains in an abnormal state of mind, her eyes wandering and unsteady, and she begins to hear auditory hallucinations, even screaming, when no one is in the bedroom.

'The nobles are laughing as they drink my blood!' Those blood sabbats of years past are being replayed in her mind.

If I could, I would have taken her hand and told her it would be okay, like in the past, that nothing would hurt her anymore. But I brought this on myself. How could I hold her hand after what I've done?

Still, after nearly a month, Morgana is no longer delirious at the sight of Jacopo. Instead, she looks at him with hatred. Her hatred is directed solely at the "lord."

Now that she can converse, Jacopo tells her that although she hates him as a lord, he has no intention of hurting her anymore. He wants to make amends and has no right to say this, but he wants to protect her.

"What's going on, my Lord? What are you up to this time?"

"I have no agenda. I only regret that I let you become like this."

"............"

"Please, you have to believe me."

"Yet your words change nothing."

"Is it too late to go back? Is it too late for me to do anything?"

"Go back? What do you expect to return to in this state of affairs?"

Morgana's condition was a little better - but she could still not do anything alone. This was even more damaging to her dignity. She once tried to get up and run away but couldn't walk and fell, injuring herself even more.

Jacopo tries desperately to convince Morgana. "If you want to get out of here, so be it. I'm not going to constrain you anymore. I have every intention of letting you go. But if you're going to do that, at least do it when you can move on your own, and let me take care of you until then."

And here he realizes what kind of person he is.

He can only choose one.

At that moment, he decides to abandon the plan to gain power and to continue standing as a lord.

Everything that influences him now is her, the person that she is.

◇◇◇

The opinions of the other lords, Jacopo's entourage, and his vassals also decline.

"He was arrogant, but he was good at his job. But what about now? He has become a coward since he started spending time with that unknown girl."

"I thought he would return to normal after a month, but I was naive. That man is getting more and more abnormal."

"If things continue as they are, continuing politics is out of the question."

"I've been denied an audience with him for the past month."

"......."

One day, an aide calls Jacopo. By then, he could no longer be as irreverent as he had been. No matter what was said, he could only reply with a sad look and an "ah."

"Please get a grip on yourself. The people are in trouble if you are in such a state."

But even so, just being away from the bedroom like this, I am so concerned about Morgana that I can't think about anything else.

What would Odilon do in such a situation? I was so weak that I relied on a deceased stranger in such a way.

The thought crossed my mind that I should just give up the title of Lord - yes, give it to a distant relative who could claim the title through succession - but if I were no longer Lord, I would have no way to provide her with proper medical care or nourishing food. At the current moment, all of his thoughts were focused on Morgana.

The other Lord and his entourage persuaded Jacopo to come to the audience chamber to discuss his future with him and the other vassals.

On the way down the corridor, I pass a servant.

I suddenly notice something strange as I approach the audience chamber's door. Was that servant the one who had been there before?

The aide said, "He has been here this whole time. The other lords are tired as well. Please refresh yourselves a little before moving on to business."

The aide then opens the door. On the other side, the vassals are waiting.

A bad premonition washes over him. Jacopo quickly turns away from the audience chamber and runs. His aide grabs his arm, "Wait!" but he shakes it off.

He runs through the hallway back to his bedroom. But it is locked from the inside. He kicks it open and goes inside. There, a servant raises a sword and is about to kill Morgana.

He leaps at the servant and draws the dagger he had been carrying. He slashes the assassin's throat, and there is a huge spray of blood.

"Morgana!!!!"

Jacopo tries to check on her, but she is afraid of him, who is drenched in blood, and calls him a murderer. She is scared of Jacopo. Why? I protected you from this man. I drew my weapon for that purpose. Why should I be feared more?

" No, she deserved it! It was you who was the deciding factor in destroying her spirit. It's beyond unreasonable to ask for her gratitude."

Jacopo begins to ponder the situation. Up until now, the assassins had been directed at him. But now it is she who is in the way. It is not safe for her to stay here. Who sent this assassin? Was it his entourage? If so, let's bury that close associate first, and then...

No, that shouldn't be the only reason.

Wasn't that what the vassals waiting in the audience chamber had planned?

Then what should we do? Bury them all? How? You don't even know who to order to do what at the earliest opportunity? Do you think you alone will slaughter them all?

It's a dead end.

There is no ally here!

"Morgana ...... let's...... run away from here."

Jacopo wanders up to her side and reaches for her hand. Of course, Morgana refuses with all her might. He pleads with her, "Please, your life is in danger if you stay here! I don't want to frighten you anymore and force you to do what I say. I don't care if you hate me, so please do what I say."

"............"

"Please ......!"

Morgana's wary and hateful look didn't change, but she shut her mouth. Jacopo told her bitterly, "Thank you," and left the room with her.

Vassals rush in as they exit the corridor.

"My Lord! Please change your mind! You are now betraying us and all the other lords!"

"Please put aside your personal feelings!"

"We did not just unleash an assassin on that girl because of a personal grudge!"

"By extension, for the sake of the people, and--for your sake!"

"Shut up!" he yells, fleeing from the Lord's mansion.

They Go to the stables and take one of the horses.

Then they ride into the city streets.

◇◇◇

When I looked back, the city was a long way away.

Seeing the city in the distance drives me to another level of suffering.

This land has continued to be ruled by my hands despite numerous betrayals. Even now, merchants come and go along the streets. They can devote themselves to business this way because I have led them.

I lost everything I had built up.

No money, position, power, or anything else exists in these hands.

Jacopo forced his gaze away from the city and continued on the street.

All I can do now is protect her.

]No, protecting is a stretch.

Only to make amends with her.

They continue for a while and arrive at an inn. They rent a room and spend the night, but when Jacopo wakes up, Morgana is gone. He hurriedly looks for her and finds her outside. He then releases the horse he has hitched.

Morgana tells him that she refuses to be held by him when she rides her horse, which she dismisses as painful.

He held his head up.

Morgana starts to say that she will walk on her own. But she hasn't recovered enough to walk yet, Jacopo says. Morgana says she will still walk because she doesn't want to touch him, and Jacopo nods and says he understands.

But she was still in no condition to walk alone.

She wobbles and is about to fall. Jacopo takes her hand.

"Only my hand," he tells her, taking in her hatred. "Let me hold your hand."

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They proceeded slowly down the street. If they hurried, they would reach the next inn town, but their situation looked grim. He sold his necklace and rings for money and bought food from the peddlers.

"I'm glad we turned that town into a trading town. You can even get things on the street," he mutters wryly.

Making a fire by the side of the road, Jacopo prepares Morgana a meal of fruit and bread.

"I wish I had something a little more nourishing......"

"You are going to make me eat human flesh again ......"

"Oh! When did I do that?"

"You've made me do it in between feasts."

"............"

Oh, well, in her mind, he is still that Lord. He holds his head in his hands and resents Barnier's actions. 'He did something so horrible.... you're right to hate him with all your heart.'

The voice of Morgana, who shouted, "I will never forgive you!" reappears in the forefront of his mind. It is not wrong to receive that much hatred. 'But ...... I am not that man. The truth is that I am the person who rescued you from those horrible blood sabbats.'

"...... Morgana......I'm really......"

Can you say that now?

Her delirium is calming down a lot. It may be safe to confide everything to her. The man who once saved her from the previous lord has captured her and made her lose her arm - that fact may be too much and cause her to fall back into despair. But that was not his intention, and somehow, if you can convince her of that, you can make amends.

He makes up his mind and confides in her that he is not Lord Barnier.

But what came back was rejection.

“That young man is not an outcast like you."

“That young man would never order someone to cut off my arm."

“That young man was a gentle soul."

“He is nothing like you."

“Stop trying to undermine not only my life but my past!"

His heart is also breaking. What was initially cracked is spreading more and more.

Even if I told her, she would not believe me. His past self and his present self are so different. In her mind, those days and the person he was at that time was kind.

There is no way he can destroy those memories.

There is no going back.

I just wanted to get back to how things were with you.

A moan escapes his lips. Making amends is too high a hope at this point. I thought I could go back and start over - such a shallow wish had taken root in the corner of my mind, but that time had long passed.

Morgana gave Jacopo a fearful look and said, "Why did you start talking like that? Why did you suddenly start caring about me? What on earth are you up to?”

“What's your motive?”

“Without it, there would be no reason for you to treat me this way: ......"

"............"

“What are you up to, my Lord?”

“There's only one reason."

"............"

“I like you."

"............"

"I love you, and I'm here."

He raised his face slightly from his drooped position. Then he looks up to see her face. He knew that his confession would not be received favorably - but still, her cold gaze cut him to his core.

I didn't tell her my feelings for her to look at me that way.

"It is too sinful for someone like you to direct such feelings at another person."

"............"

"How could you do such things to me, and call that love!"

"............"

"Don't ever direct such feelings at me again!!!"

Is it no longer possible to express one's feelings? How could I take it back? How could I have stayed the same?

"Morgana......"

He tries to reach out to her. But she becomes more frightened and distances herself from him. The "love" she held for him was only an object of fear for her.

A catastrophic desire wells up within him.

If you can no longer get the message across, if you can no longer be identified with who you were, then if you are in a position to be hated for the rest of your life--

Right now, at this moment--

If you make her yours, your path will no longer be the same.

“Stay away from me."

Perhaps realizing his intentions, Morgana turns pale and tries to run away. But her legs give out, and she immediately collapses. Unable to get up quickly on one arm, she struggles to stand up.

Jacopo comes right up to her. He puts his hand on her shoulder. Then he pushes her down.

His gaze crosses with hers.

At that moment, he remembers what happened seven years ago. Like a flashback, her screams at that moment come back to him. Morgana was horrified that he had brought her to the brothel. She said she had to be pure as a saint.

Jacopo bites his lip and removes his hand from hers. He mustn't do just that. What a shallow and stupid idea I came up with. I have taken her arm. I have destroyed her heart. And now you want to defile her soul as well. Are you willing to fall that far?

“Don't be frightened. I won't step in any further. I promise. I won't hurt you anymore. Please believe that. I won't even tell you my feelings anymore."

◇◇◇

After a night, they start walking slowly again. However, they needed to figure out exactly where they should be heading or their goal.

I don't even know how long I walked. I don't know how many times she cursed me. I don't know how many times I apologized.

We were both no longer in our right minds.

Soon, the shore of a lake became visible in the distance. He realizes that this is where she used to live.

As I was about to walk in that direction, I heard something fall with a thud behind me.

I turned around and saw Mel with a pale face.

"Oh, oh!"

He suddenly turns his back and flees the scene. What the hell, Jacopo is surprised. (Jacopo and Mel have never met before during this route.)

Suddenly, Morgana shouts, "Traitor!"

Betrayal? What in the world did that man do to her? The questions grow while she suddenly tries to run.

But her vision is still warped, and she soon falls to her knees.

Seeing this, Jacopo runs and tries to catch Mel. He has to get the story out of him anyway.

Catching Mel was easy in itself. But he is delirious. He kept muttering incoherently, "Why?" and "It wasn't my fault," and "I'm sorry."

Morgana, who is unable to walk straight, approaches unsteadily.

He then asks a pale-faced Mel, "Why did you betray me?

Mel frantically shouts, "I didn't mean to do that. I didn't think that man would cut off your arm.

At that moment, Jacopo also understood who Mel was. This was the "mistake" the oriental had mentioned.

Jacopo gets mad, grabs Mel by the collar, and says, "Tell me what happened then.” Mel horrified, tells the story of what happened.

That he was given the blood of Morgana for his sister, and that one day, an oriental man visited him and threatened his sibling, He threatened me, saying, "I can't lure the witch out. You have to call her out with your voice.” So he stood before a hut by the lake with the oriental man and called out to her.

“I'm sorry I've been avoiding you, but I need to talk to you--"

“That's why I opened the door to ......! I would never have opened the door to anyone but you!"

Morgana's shrieking cry echoes.

Jacopo could imagine the scene in his mind. She had lived in that shack since the attack four years ago, trying to hide her existence. She did not know why she had opened her heart to this boy, but she had let her guard down until she opened the door to him.

Because she was so wary, the oriental had no choice but to use a third party. Since he had been ordered to not kill the witch, he probably did not want to force his way in.

Then Morgana asks Mel, "What happened to my arm?” Mel's expression becomes more and more pained.

Her arm? Surely there was some reason that that oriental had cut off her arm?

“My arm must have been your share!"

Jacopo felt his blood boil and anger welled up at the same time.

I realize again that the situation that led to her becoming this way was caused by the involvement of each of the three parties.

“What happened to my arm!"

“Uh, uh, your arm is......"

"What did you do with it!"

"I dumped it in the lake."

you threw it away?

Morgana is stunned.

Then why did they cut off my arm?

What the hell did I go through all this for?

“You did what you did because you wanted my blood."

"So why did you throw away my arm?"

Mel looked desperate and said, "I never said a word to him about cutting off your arm! He threatened me and my sister with his sword! I didn't think this would happen either. I didn't think that guy would do something like that! I thought we'd at least talk it out--"

Mel's voice breaks there. Jacopo had to hold back from punching him. He straddles Mel and grabs him by the shirt, gritting his teeth.

"Did you think you were going to discuss it ......? Did you think that a man who threatens someones sister with a sword would talk things out? You must have known from the beginning what would happen when he opened the door!"

“No, no, no, I didn't, I really..."

“First, Morgana should have been isolated from others! So why have rumors of her miraculous blood been spreading to the city!"

“That's…”

“Uh-uh.”

“Tell me!”

"No, it wasn’t me, it must have been my sister..."

Mel's recollection (narratively).

Feeling better again, Nellie had heard from Mel about the saint by the lake.

That it was a saint with miraculous blood who had cured her illness.

And that person is a real saint who even saved their birthplace with the rain of grace.

Nellie believed him, and she was innocently happy.

Then, they headed together to the trading post in town to make purchases.

There was a merchant there who knew her face. The merchant asked about Nellie's condition, and Nellie smiled and answered.

The saint who lives in the hut by the lake cured Nellie of her illness. The saint with the miraculous blood is a real saint who even saved her birthplace.

She said so proudly.

The rumor became that it was a witch instead of a saint because the rumor of the witch who lived by the lake was well known. Nellie's mention of a saint was forgotten, and in the end, it was conveyed only that "the witch who lives by the lake has miraculous blood.”

“If you hadn’t had anything to do with her!”

Jacopo raises an angry fist.

Mel finally looks cornered and Jacopo exclaims, "--in the first place!"

“The Lord gave the order to capture the witch, didn’t he?”

The raised fist stops.

Mel is oblivious and rants.

“I am a victim! The swordsman wouldn't have threatened me and my sister if the Lord hadn't given that order! I wouldn't have betrayed Morgana! The Lord is the root of all this evil!"

"............"

“I'm a victim of the lord! My life is a mess because of him!”

"......!......"

Jacopo swings his fist down. Mel holds back a whimper. His fist lands right next to Mel's head.

"Yes.... I'm the root of all evil....... I've known that from the very beginning!"

“What? If so, then your-"

“I am the Lord."

Mel is confused. Why is the Lord here, and what is his relation with Morgana?

“It was indeed my order to hunt down the witch! But now that she is before you, acknowledge your crime! Make amends!”

Mel is stunned, listening to Jacopo's cries. Eventually, Mel's face turns into a distorted frown.

"Why should I be told that by you?"

“What the hell is ......?”

“Why do you demand an apology from me? You have no right to denounce me!”

“This is not an apology to me! I am asking you to admit your guilt in front of her!"

“You can't say that to me--I can't accept that!”

“You son of a bitch...!”

“No more."

At the sound of Morgana's exhausted voice, Jacopo looks up.

“I'm done."

She mumbled with a soulless look on her face.

“My lord, don't hit him.”

“But, Morgana!"

“I've had it. Yes, he's right. It's all the lord's fault.”

"............"

Jacopo grips Mel's chest tightly and then lets go, pushing him away. Mel grabs his chest, trying to suppress the pain in his heart. With a pale face, he looks at Morgana.

'Yes, yes, I didn't want to do that either. You understand."

"............"

"The source of all this is the lord! so I'm a victim!"

I said, "Enough."

“Huh?"

"......Go away from here ......"

"...... Oh, that ......"

“I'll say it again. Get out of my sight."

"............"

Mel nods weakly and staggers to his feet.

As he is about to leave, Morgana asks him one question.

“Why did you smile when you first saw me?”

Mel only stammers. Morgana says, "Answer me honestly. Was your smile false? If it weren't for that smile, I would have remained wary. That smile made me think that you were a kind man.”

“It wasn’t fake." Mel said.

“My face is horrible," said Morgana.

"Well, yeah, but I was concerned… I thought You must be living in that shack because of your face. So I thought it would hurt you if I was creeped out by your face."

“So......"

“I just… I wanted to be friends.”

Morgana did not respond.

◇◇◇

Mel walks away, and Jacopo approaches Morgana, who is drooping, unable to stand.

"My lord, you can go away now."

“I can't do that.”

“I'm telling you to go away."

“I can't."

“You are the source of all this."

“I know."

"Get away from me"

“I'd like to at least get you to someplace safe. I can't leave you here in your current condition.

"............"

"I swear, I won't do anything else. So please."

Morgana turns over and begins to shake and cry.

“Everything would have been okay if you hadn't tried to take advantage of the witch."

◇◇◇

She says she can't move another step today. She refuses to be touched by the Lord, so she decides to spend the night under a tree by the road, even though the lake is in sight.

At night, they converse there.

Why did the lord carry out such a plan using a witch?

Jacopo tells her everything without hiding the truth.

The city has grown rapidly over the past four years. The population had grown, the number of travelers from other countries had increased, and the city had become more vibrant. However, the rapid growth made it necessary to take measures for the well-being of the people. The people tried to unite their consciousness by using their faith. For this purpose, the witch by the lake, who works miracles, was an obstacle. They decided to use her if she truly did have miraculous blood.

In this scene, Jacopo reveals his state of mind. Before he knew it, it had become natural to sacrifice someone else. He had come to think that things could only be done that way. He used to be in the habit of scrambling to free enslaved people, but now he thinks nothing of sacrificing them.

"My lord, I knew you were an outcast."

“I know."

“But I don't understand. Why didn't you keep me locked up when you had already put so much thought into this plan?"

“I should have continued with my plan if I wanted to keep my position as a lord," he said. “But in that moment, who I was as an individual outweighed who I was on the surface."

She replied, "How foolish. By making such a choice, you've lost everything and sealed your demise."

Jacopo nodded his head in agreement, what she had said was indeed true. Perhaps it would still have been easier for him to live if he had chosen to continue with the plan. Still, he wanted to believe that this choice he made could prove that he still had a heart - that he was still a human being.”

*The two are so fatigued by this point that they are no longer able to muster any intense anger or sadness toward each other.

It's exhausting to hold a grudge against someone so vehemently while they're still a person.

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The next day, we started walking again. Eventually, the lakeside hut began to come into view. She said, "I'm finally back," sounding much more relieved than before. Living in a crowded place like the city was already painful for her.

They enter the cabin. Remnants of life remain. Morgana mutters, "Thank God, no one has ransacked it."

There were bloodstains and traces of what appeared to be something dragged at the entrance. It was evidence of the horror that occurred there.

Morgana takes a moment to check out the cabin, then turns to Jacopo and says, "Why don't you sit down?

Jacopo is sincerely surprised. I mean, did she just extend a gesture of care toward him?

“Let me brew some tea and we will take a short break. I'm sure I have some leaves to help with the fatigue."

“Why all of a sudden do you care about me?"

"I hate you, but it's also true that you brought me here. It's also true that you never laid a hand on me on the journey here."

"............"

"I have to admit that does seem like you have changed your mind."

"Morgana......"

He felt saved. In her mind, he was still Lord Barnier, and it would be difficult to change that. The "young slave" has become a gentle presence in her life.

I despaired of not being understood as my old self anymore, but maybe there is hope for me one day, even in this form.

Even if she thinks you are that horrid Lord, if you continue treating her nicely for a long time, her perception will change.

It will surely be a long atonement.

Still, if I can be with her, even in the form of atonement.

It was hope for him.

He finally manages to smile. Then he calls out to her. “What have you been doing in this cabin for four years?”

What kind of life did she lead?

"Nothing special. ......" she told him.

It was as if four years of blank space were being filled in.

“Morgana..... I understand that you hate me. But, as you have said, I have changed my mind. Please let me make amends. Let me help you live your life."

After a long silence, Morgana nodded, "Yeah, okay.”

Thank goodness, Jacopo thinks sincerely. He suddenly tears up while looking at the sunlight coming in through the window.

All my life, I thought that what I wanted was in high places. I felt I needed a lot of power and wealth to get what I wanted. I thought I could protect what I wanted to protect. But I was wrong. I think I finally understand what happiness is.

She turned around and smiled. I think this was the first time i saw her smile>

Jacopo also smiled as if relieved.

Then she served him the tea.

Two people sitting at a small table facing each other.

Jacopo thanks her, takes it, and brings it to his mouth.

He remembered that pungent smell.

No way. No way. That's a lie.

Astonishment and despair fill his insides.

I look at her again. Morgana is still smiling.

But on closer inspection--

Her eyes were not smiling in the slightest.

Do you mean to say that all this time was just to catch me off guard?

He bit his lip so hard that it bled. He clutched the cup, and a shiver ran down his arm, either from frustration or sadness. He grunted, holding back the urge to start screaming.

“You didn't have to do this, if you wanted me to die, I would pay for it with my life.”

She even erases the smile from her mouth and continues to look at him with cold eyes.

"I thought you thought... that I had changed my mind.”

"No matter how you may change Lord, you will always be an abomination to me. It’s just like I swore to you back then. I will hate you for the rest of my life."

“Is it impossible to seek redemption with you in this lifetime?"

“Your redemption is to die by my hand here and now."

“oh…”

"............"

"So that's your choice.”

“Yes."

I had no fear of dying. As he had told her, he was ready to kill himself if she wanted him to die. But he had a concern.

“How are you going to live with that body?”

"That won't matter much to me. I will live in this hut as a witch for the rest of my life."

All by herself.

"Is there anyone else you can rely on?"

"There is no such person.There is no such thing as an ally for me anymore."

He is silent. He is lost. I wanted to think of a way to be with her without inciting her anger. I wanted to insist that I was on her side. But she had said it. My atonement is to die by her hand.

"...... will this save you?"

Morgana nodded.

There, his decision was made.

He wonders, if he could go back in time, what could he have done to avoid this outcome?

But now, he finally understands what he should have done.

It was not good enough for me.

It was someone else who would save her for she could not save herself.

If even my love destroyed her, then she should have left.

I cannot save her, protect her, or make her laugh.

No one can bring her this salvation but me.

He resolves. If it's a decision about death, it was made long ago.

However, he understands that the "death" she needs here and now is to see "Jean-François Barnier, the lord whom she hates, die.

From the previous exchanges, he realizes that for her, connecting the fact that he was the slave boy who had saved her would destroy her spirit.

As such, the memories of the "slave boy" must be kept beautiful in her mind.

We must protect our memories.

That is the last shred of redemption he can take.

“Do you have any final questions?” Morgana says.

He is troubled for a moment. He wants to ask her to call him by his real name.

But he shakes his head. “Nothing”, he replies.

He took one breath and tightened his grip on the cup.

And somehow, he managed to make himself smile. At least smile at her. Let her know that I have no hatred for her killing me. Let her know that I accept everything.

“Goodbye, Morgana.”

Then, in one gulp, he drank the poison.

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Morgana looked down at her Lord, who no longer breathed.

Her vision is still distorted. The ringing in her ears worsens.

She confirms that he is dead and tries to make a cross with her fingers. But realizing she can't, she moves closer to the window and kneels beside the light to beg.

“O Lord God, my loving Father, I have sinned. I have just committed the unthinkable sin of a child of God. I have killed a man with my own hands. I had to do it even in defiance of your noble teachings. My heart was so far from purity. I am no longer your child. I am just a person. No, I am a sinner. I became a mere sinner. I no longer have the heart to live as a condemned sinner. I am going to commit another sin, and I am going to hell. Father, please punish this poor child.”

She looks up at the light.

“Father, hear the sinner's prayer for the last time. I am about to go to hell with my hated Lord. But the young man who saved me and his friends, please lead them to the Kingdom of Heaven. Father, please guide them."

Then she stops praying and pours the boiled poisonous herb into her own cup.

As she picked it up, she suddenly murmured.

"Now that I'm just a person, I can understand such bothersome feelings…”

“I loved that young man."

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At this moment, she has a gentle dream.

The only reason she was able to dream of it was because Jacopo made sure that her tender memories were not harmed.

It was a dream from her days in the brothel.

She headed to the cemetery as usual. Meeting with the young man who is a slave, and back at the brothel, I see Maria and Ceren. Those happy days, just as they used to be.

*I'd like to make it loop-like if possible production-wise. A happy dream repeats itself over and over, and by choosing an option like "I'm done dreaming," she ends the dream and dies.

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Footsteps approach and open the door to the hut.

Looking around the small room, he finds two dead bodies.

"...... heart-to-heart? No, you're too far apart for that."

It was an oriental man - Yukimasa - who muttered this.

He was on a search following the disappearance of his Lord. Not because he wanted to, of course, but because there was a reward for finding him.

He didn't expect to find them alive, but he didn't expect to find them both dead. He checks both the bodies of the lord and the witch.

“But then again, all I find today are dead bodies."

I remember this morning. That flaxen-haired brother and sister also lived near this hut. He had received an order from the lord, and for the first time in a long while, he had also gone to their hut.

On the bed was Mel's sister, who seemed to have died of an illness. Holding hands with her was her brother, Mel was dead due to a knife to the heart.

“I don't know what kind of anguish could cause one to commit suicide”

Muttering this, he begins to pick up the dead body of his Lord. But Yukimasa pauses in silence. Then he turns his gaze toward the witch.

Yukimasa notices something strange as he approaches the witch's corpse.

The witch's face, exposed to the gentle sun, had lost that ugly deformation.

The face of the girl dying in her sleep was beautiful and smiling.

I don't know what happened here, but at least it made me think that the witch's end was happy.

He carried the dead bodies of the Lord and the witch out of the hut. Then, he found a shovel in the shed and began digging a hole.

He was a man who never took pity on anything, but he had a special feeling for the witch. She probably would not have ended up like this if he had not cut off her arm. I understand that. But even so, he did not feel guilty.

However, as long as he understood that fact, he thought he should at least do this.

He threw the two corpses into a makeshift grave. Only the head of the Lord, however, was cut off. The people of the city want to know what happened to the Lord. He must bring back at least the head.

When the two corpses were lined up like this, both seemed like mere mortals. One is a lord who was the ruler of the city. One is a witch with miraculous blood.

(For me, the witch’s voice was more of a miracle than her miraculous blood.)

At that time, she even felt like something personal and special to him. But now she is just a human being. She is just a dead girl.

No, maybe she became a human being just before her death.

He covered the corpses with dirt and then made a cross out of tree branches.

Only the unmarked grave remained there.

Note from Keika Hanada:

I was hoping to add a redemption route to the main story, but due to various reasons, it was rejected.

Even after I rejected it, I liked the story so much (wow, despair! I love stories that only lead to suffering) that I wanted to give it a chance to see the light of day, and I considered adding it to the Vita version.

We had to choose the modern version (Reincarnation) because the characters are too biased, and the Vita's additions are already so depressing. We had the voice actors working with us, but what was the point if neither Michelle nor Giselle were in the game? The depressing part of the story is also not as redeeming as I would have liked.

However, the modern version is also on the current version, and it is not just a happy-go-lucky story, so I think you will enjoy it. It was an absurdly difficult task for me because of the different way of creating the story than I have done in the past. I like this kind of journey-to-doom story, and I hope I can write it somewhere else, even if it's not about Fata Morgana.

T/N: Oh boy, this was an absolute pain to work on, It's been a while since I've done translation work, so I'm more than a bit rusty lmao. I also just got way too lazy to keep going over and editing this time and time again, so this is all I'll do. I did this translation because I saw that no one else had translated this alternate ending draft (to my knowledge) and thought, why not? More people deserve to read it. Anyways, I hope this wasn't too painful, and if you did cry, then know you are not alone.

#the house in fata morgana #fatamoru #Morgana #jacopo bearzatti #Yukimasa Aida #Mel/Mell #Nellie #ファタモルガーナの館 #Keika Hanada

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Meandering Souls - Day 2: Door 2 - Gardening and Botany

Fandom: The House in Fata Morgana

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationship: Giselle & Yukimasa Aida, Yukimasa Aida/Pauline Asama, Yukimasa Aida & The White-Haired Girl

Summary: Until their souls cross path once more in the boundless sphere of fate.

The Maid teaches Bestia how to plant flowers; something he might've done before, a long time ago.

[A collection of unrelated one-shots for the @fata10thanni prompts:

Day 1: Door 1 - Mirror

Day 2: Door 2 - Gardening and Botany

Day 3: Door 3 - In the Shadows]

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Link on Archive of Our Own

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Notes: I’ve actually hesitated for a while to write something with Javi for this one. I went with Yukimasa in the end cause it’s still *his* door, you know? But I don’t really like it in the end so I wonder if I would’ve done better to go with Javi instead like I planned initially… Oh well. Sorry Javi, one day I’ll write something about you, I promise.

Also, just like in the first prompt with the Rhodes parents, Pauline’s mother’s name Filippa here is also her official name, in case you didn’t know.

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The manor’s garden didn’t look much like an actual garden and more like some untreated, wild forest.

Bestia didn’t know where he’d got this certitude, given he’d obviously never seen a normal human’s garden before, but somehow he was sure of this. A fact he was aware of innately.

Maybe he’d noticed without realizing it when he’d stopped at that village—

But no, he would not dwell on this.

Just thinking about the village was enough to make him nauseous.

Instead, he reported his gaze on the Maid, sat next to him, who was currently dirtying her hands in the ground .

“Do you understand now, Master?” She asked, after pulling out some more herbs and burying yet another seed. “Come on, give me a hand here. I might be a maid, but it is only the two of us here; and it is quite rude to watch someone work without helping, would you not say?”

Bestia did not understand. The Maid had solicited his help for gardening, but he couldn’t make sense of the reason why she bothered with this. She was weeding out , digging a small hole , then putting a handful of seeds into the ground. She did this almost every day. It seemed so useless to him.

“Why?” He managed to articulate, words still so foreign to him.

The woman stopped, then looked up at him. “Why am I doing this?” She inquired.

She was always surprisingly astute to understand him even when he barely managed to put together comprehensible sentences. Her hand, as white and ethereal as the moon, came resting on her cheek in a thoughtful gesture. Bestia thought about how strange it was that her skin was completely clean despite the fact she’d been twiddling dirt for over an hour now.

She truly didn’t feel human at all, even when she was doing the most basic of tasks.

“My, that’s a good question. Gardening can be useful to grow food, but what we are planting here is not food, so I can understand your bewilderment. Indeed, I suppose you could say there is not much purpose in planting flowers…”

A melancholic expression spread on her face, and Bestia felt more and more confused by the minutes. Why was she even spending time on this if she agreed it was useless ?

As if she’d just read his thoughts, she quickly continued: “There is no purpose… and this land has been cursed and dead for centuries. I doubt anything would be able to grow in it anymore, to be honest, but…”

Suddenly, she looked at him; jade eyes shimmering, enrapturing . “But I love roses. They are the flowers of love. And I know she loved them , too, so I am doing it for her.”

“For her.”

The Maid looked down at the ground, face perfectly blank, but an odd little smile stretch ed her red lips.

“For when she’ll come back.”

Bestia did not ask her who she meant by that.

Not because he was not curious, but because there was something, somewhere, in her voice, that told him it was a secret he had no right to be privy to.

So he simply helped her plant the seeds in silence.

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“Tsubaki?”

Yukimasa nodded at Pauline’s curious tone and eyes while she stared at his bag of seeds.

“This is what they’re called. That’s the name for Japanese camellias.”

“Ooh.” Pauline blinked at the seeds, looking at them fixedly as if she was trying to find something hidden in there. “But why does that has anything to do with me?”

He sighed. Sometimes, some part of his mind thought that if he was a normal man, he probably would feel embarrassed by this of interaction with Pauline.

“I… wanted to give you flowers,” he admitted. “And… because you always asks me so much about my home country, I thought… maybe you’d like some Japanese flowers…”

Not like Yukimasa knew much of anything about those , even less so about Japanese ones. Or about gardening, really. He'd always been a man of the sea; he'd never really had to deal with working the land before then.

“…But it’s not like you can just find those around here, so I asked your father, and he told me about how your mother has a garden and loved gardening, so…”

As the words finally started to get to Pauline’s head, a big smile spread on her face and her dark eyes shined with excitement.

“Yes, she has! Does that mean you’re asking for us to garden together?!”

“Well—”

“That sounds like fun! I’m not all that good at it, Mom always tells me I just make a mess of everything and so she generally want to keep me away from the garden— but if you’re here with me then she’ll probably agree! C’mon, let’s ask her!”

Before Yukimasa could reply , Pauline pulled on his hand and hurried him inside the family house. Her mother Filippa did seem quite reluctant at first to let Pauline anywhere near her garden, but with the condition Yukimasa had to keep an eye on her they finally got access to it.

Although Filippa had initially been a gainst her daughter having a foreigner for lover, she’d quickly warmed up to Yukimasa because of “how well-mannered and gentlemanly” he was, and she’d been very amiable towards him ever since. Sometimes, she even actively favored his opinions over Pauline’s and was also very enthusiastic at the prospect of them getting married.

Maybe he should feel a bit bad over deceiving Filippa so overtly when he was anything but an ideal future son-in-law, but it wasn’t like it was in his interest to try to disprove her.

He’d been deceiving Pauline for longer than that too, anyway.

“Okaayy, so they’re in! Do you think we need to do anything else now…?”

Pauline spoke cheerfully before patting the ground in a gentle way, as if she was afraid of disrupting the task she’d just accomplished.

They had finally put into the ground the seeds, and it had… certainly been interesting to watch Pauline make such a mess around her in so little time. Not only were her gloved hands completely covered in dirt, but so were her hair, face and clothes; and this despite her mother having insisted for her to take on an apron to protect herself. Yukimasa could now definitely understand Filippa’s initial reluctance about letting her daughter anywhere near the fresh ground .

But he supposed he shouldn’t be that surprised — Pauline was always like that, after all. So deeply e arnest and intense about everything she was doing that it ended up scattering this energy everywhere around her.

“Those are just normal seeds,” Yukimasa finally replied. “There’s no need for anything else. Just water them.”

“Hmm, I see…” Pauline patted the freshly-covered hole a little once again with the tip of her fingers. Yukimasa was the one who had no experience in gardening, and yet Pauline was always asking him for instructions. “Heheh, well, I can’t wait to see them finally bloom! I wonder what they’ll look like… and when they’ll bloom…”

As she seemed to get lost in thought, Yukimasa stared at her in silence. Her round, pale face was peppered with brown mud all over. It didn’t suit her, he thought, to be dirty like that.

Pauline had to always be clean and pamper, that’s just how it should be.

So before he could think about it, he reached out towards her and wiped out the mud off her face. Pauline, snapping out of her reverie , shrieked in surprise and blushed heavily, her cheeks feeling suddenly very hot under his fingers.

“Y-Yukimasa— What are you—”

“You were dirty.”

“O-Oh… Right…” After realizing what he meant, she giggled awkwardly. “I-It’s always like this with me, right? I just can’t seem to do anything right…”

“You planted the seeds right enough.”

“H-Huh? Oh…” For some reason, she appeared surprised at his comment; and then a gentle smile spread on her face. “Right, I guess so…”

She then looked around her, as if checking if there was not her mother or anyone else around, and then leaned in; briefly putting a small kiss on the corner of his mouth, as feeble as a butterfly.

Yukimasa could feel from here some dirt residual rest on his cheek as a result of this, but as Pauline pulled away and smiled shyly at him, he decided he didn’t mind it much.

“I don’t… know when they’re supposed to bloom,” he finally declared, then looked down at the seeds now deep in the ground.

Captain Asama had been the one to tell him those were red camellias, but he had not added anything else. A long time ago, Yukimasa had heard from his grandfather that red camellias in their culture symbolized a noble death for Japanese warriors, as well as love.

Romantic notions that didn’t fit him in the slightest.

But he had thought they fitted Pauline.

“Oh… well, that doesn’t really matter.”

He lifted his eyes towards the young woman in front of him, the lover he didn’t love , and she was smiling at him, like always.

“I’m sure they’ll be here when you come back either way.”

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“What are you doing in the garden?”

A soft, gentle voice shook him out of his thoughts, and when he raised his head a blur of green and white greeted him.

Michelle was looking down at him, curiosity printed all over her face; although he knew she technically wasn’t able to actually look at anything at all.

Bestia hesitated for a moment, not certain of what he should reply, because he wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing. The one who had dragged him out there in the first place to take care of the garden — the Maid, or the Witch, or whoever she was — had been nowhere to be seen; so to say the truth, he had no need to go there anymore.

But he’d noticed something unusual today, so he had to check it out.

“The flower,” he finally said.

He could see Michelle tilt her head in confusion.

“Flower?”

“Rose,” he clarified. “She… The rose planted there, it bloomed.”

The young woman’s red eyes widened in understanding, and they seemed to shine in excitement. Bestia wasn’t really sure why, as he should be the most surprised out of the two of them. The Witch had made sure to tell him this land was dead and cursed and that nothing could grow in there anymore. It was strange this single rose had managed to bloom, then, wasn’t it?

W ell, it wasn’t like he had any experience in gardening before anyway. He was just a beast.

“My, you planted roses? It sounds wonderful. I didn’t know you liked gardening.”

He didn’t. No more than anything else. It was the Witch that had planted them, but somehow he didn’t know how to properly explain it to Michelle.

(Or, at least, he didn’t think he liked gardening, but—)

The woman knelt down next to him, not caring about sullying her pretty green dress, and then with svelte fingers she patted around delicately, searching for the flower. At some point, Bestia decided to help her out, and with his much bigger hands he grabbed hers, pulling them towards the rose.

“Oh my,” she said, her small fingers gently caressing the petals. “It seems very pretty. What color is it?”

She raised her head, and for a minute, Bestia suddenly saw the figure of another person.

Another young woman, with black hair, earnest eyes, covered in mud from head to toes.

“I’m sure they’ll be here when you come back either way.”

“…White.”

“White roses, huh?” Michelle brought her fingers on her lips thoughtfully. “If I recall correctly, they symbolizes purity and loyalty. My mother told me so, once. Meanwhile red roses are for love and passion.”

Bestia wouldn’t know, but somehow, that seemed right.

“Do you… want it?”

“The rose? Oh no. I think flowers are prettier when they’re left alive and in the ground, don’t you think?”

“…Not particularly.”

Michelle chuckled, then looked down, as if trying to look at the flower despite her impaired vision.

“Why did you plant these?”

“Sorry?”

“I mean, there must’ve been a reason, no? Did you plant them for something?”

There was no reason, of course. Bestia hadn’t even really planted them, it had been the Witch. And even the Witch hadn’t seemed to expect for those to really bloom.

He wondered if she was satisfied even just a single one did bloom , wherever she was now. Maybe she hadn’t even noticed it.

But even so, the words left his mouth before he could think over them.

“It was for someone. When she’ll come back.”

Michelle stayed silent at that.

When Bestia came back to the garden the next morning, however…

The white rose the White-Haired Girl had touched had turned red.