The Heroine Is In Love With Me

I'm Cutting Things Off

The priest mutters over and over again as he lies fainted on
   the floor.

   Topaz continues to kneel on the ground with his head pressed
   against it.

   The Saint of Light continues to smile innocently.

   And the Marshall of Darkness (me) is confused…

   Thanks to all these people, the main street that was supposed
   to be so lively, is not. Now that this has all happened, I
   wonder if I should escape reality and recall my memories with
   Mika…

   “D-De-Devil…” the priest mutters.

   “Aah! The Saint of Light is so strong, sharp-witted, and
   beautiful today as well!” Topaz yelled.

   “Marshall! Please praise me!” the Saint cried.

   … No, it’s completely irresponsible to flee reality right now,
   isn’t it?

   “Saint of Light…” I started, “yes, it’s praiseworthy to stop a
   man from firing magic that could have hit the innocent people
   of the city. But, weren’t you a little too threatening about
   it?”

   The Saint of Light gave a carefree smile as she violently shook
   her head. “Not at all!” she said. “The Saint Of Light Will Let
   Any Harassment Slide With A Smile But She Won’t Forgive Anyone
   Who Insults Her Beloved Marshall of Darkness As She Spends Her
   Days Living Out An Otome Game! Hup!”

   “Don’t say lines like the title of a web novel while you run up
   and jump on me!” I yelled as I tried to pry the Saint of Light
   off me, the increasingly customary song and dance repeated once
   more.

   As usual, the Saint narrows her eyes and frowns. “Ehh, but I
   love you so much, Marshall, why can’t I hug you?” she asked.

   “Think about what sort of feelings you have towards me, and at
   the very least consider my convenience and my feelings,” I
   said.

   Then, after my usual protest, with a confident expression on
   her face, the Saint of Light will bluntly state that she’ll be
   back tomorrow.

   “Marshall… do you hate me?”

   –Or that was how it was supposed to go.

   Yet, surprisingly, the Saint of Light asked me that with a sad
   face and a weak voice.

   Wait a minute, is this emotional manipulation?

   However, I can’t just let down a beautiful girl in tears…

   “I think you do some extreme things, but… I don’t hate you,” I
   said, speaking honestly.

   At that, the Saint of Light squeezed into me and stared into my
   eyes. “Then why act like this…?!”

   “That’s…” I started.

   Because you remind me of my lost love.

   Because I’m different from the Marshall of Darkness you love.

   I stopped myself before those words spilled from my mouth.

   I know that I should tell the straight truth to her. Even if it
   would hurt her deeply for a long time.

   But still, when I look at the Saint of Light on the verge of
   tears, the words get stuck.

   Maybe it’s because I don’t want to see her looking hurt,
   because she looks so much like Mika…