The Male Lead Has Gone Mad Over the Troublesome Villainess - Chapter 50

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The Male Lead Has Gone Mad Over the Villainess — Episode 50
Seraphine finally came to her senses and descended from the bed, treading on the hem of her dress and stumbling.
Seraphine fell silent.
“……What on earth is this dreadful thing? It doesn’t suit me at all.”
“Hmm.”
That wasn’t true. Seraphine possessed the beauty befitting a heroine, and the dress suited her perfectly in this moment.
“It looks lovely on you, Seraphine.”
“That cannot be. Such things suit only a young lady of noble birth.”
Seraphine let out a deep sigh. The way she scratched her head seemed genuinely awkward. Yet she did not neglect to pay me a compliment.
“You carry off the dress remarkably well. Anyone who sees you will fall for you at first glance.”
Rosana was pretty enough, so I wouldn’t deny it. Even I had to admit the outfit suited her splendidly. But that wasn’t what mattered now. I shook my head and spoke.
“A black one.”
“There is none.”
Seraphine approached the door and pushed, but it wouldn’t open. It seemed to be locked from outside. The window was no different—iron bars were fitted across it thickly.
I clicked my tongue sharply. Besides, the time was already past nine o’clock—well beyond the hour Hald had warned us about. But where were the others?
While we were searching for escape routes, a sound came from downstairs.
It was the clang of metal striking metal.
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Kael opened his eyes at the sensation of someone shaking his body roughly. Ladan was looking down at him.
“Your Highness.”
The voice was very close.
“Your Highness, you must wake.”
His eyes were open, but his mind had not yet returned. Whatever he had inhaled must have been potent indeed. It took him some time even to rise. The moment Kael became aware of his altered state, he reached for the hilt of his sword.
“What time is it?”
“It has passed nine o’clock.”
Kael rose and looked around. There had been five of them, but only three remained now.
‘Rosana.’
The final thought surfaced.
He should not have brought her. Rosana should never have accompanied him to this dangerous place. With his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles bulged, Kael turned his sharp gaze toward the window and spoke in a low voice.
“Where are Lady Rosana and Seraphine?”
“They appear to have been moved elsewhere.”
So the High Priest liked women, did he? Kael’s fists clenched tightly. He had no idea what that monster intended to do with Rosana and Seraphine, but a sickening premonition coiled in his chest.
Kael drew a slow breath and tamped down his fury. Then, alongside Ladan and Coby, he set out to find Seraphine and Rosana, leaving the room.
They stepped through the doorway and surveyed their surroundings. The vacant corridor was still devoid of any sign of life.
Then the wind gusted sharply, and the Entrance Hall swung open. Kael’s head snapped around.
A low growl rumbled forth.
A large, round moon filled the sky completely. And the Garden, which they had thought empty, was now teeming with countless shadows.
Kael understood at once what had transpired in this place.
“Werewolves! All of you, prepare for battle!”
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The sound of a wolf’s howl came from outside.
The sound from beyond the window did not end with one cry. It stretched long, fracturing at its end, only to continue endlessly. I rushed to the window.
Seraphine too stood gazing out with a face drained of color. I had heard this sound before—it must have been Alata. It was the last howl that Coras, wrapped in his blanket, had uttered as he gazed up at the sky.
The full moon filled the heavens. Cold sweat trickled down my face. Memories of werewolves glimpsed through various media flashed through my mind.
They could stand on two legs like humans, and they possessed a horrifying appearance. In their normal state they were human, but when the full moon rose, they transformed into werewolves, or so I had been told.
Damn it, how had I not realized this? The High Priest was a werewolf.
“How many do you think there are?”
Seraphine shook her head. The gesture meant countless.
High above in the center of the sky, the moonlight cast its silver radiance across the courtyard beyond the iron bars, illuminating everything.
And there they were.
I grabbed the iron bars with both hands and shook them, but they held fast. I gritted my teeth. The creatures in the Garden must have heard the noise we made—they looked up. One of them suddenly kicked off the ground and leaped, clinging to the iron bars. It thrust its yellow eyes toward me through them.
“My—my goodness!”
Seraphine and I stumbled backward together.
“A low growl.”
The creature shook the iron bars for a time, then dropped away. Drool leaked from its mouth and clung to the bars. So these bars kept us imprisoned, yet also protected us. If the outside was in that state, the inside must be similar.
Then footsteps sounded in the corridor.
Seraphine and I pressed our ears to the door. From the sound of it, there appeared to be about three of them outside. Their guttural roars echoed through the hallway. Seraphine’s eyes met mine. They were coming this way.
“Seraphine.”
“I hear them.”
“They couldn’t possibly be human, could they?”
“Unfortunately.”
Seraphine and I swept the room at the same moment.
A bed, a nightstand, a backless chair, and a vanity. And mirrors.
Mirrors everywhere.
Large mirrors hung on three walls, and another sat atop the vanity. I didn’t want to think about what kind of taste that revealed. Sick bastard. Just let me get my hands on him.
Seraphine and I were clearly thinking the same thing. We tore the bedding apart, wrapped it around our hands, and smashed the mirrors.
I picked up the largest shard—crude, but a weapon nonetheless. Seraphine and I immediately tore away the hems of our dresses to move freely. Almost in the same breath, the door was torn from its hinges and flung open.
I clenched my teeth at the sight of those yellow eyes gleaming from beyond the threshold. I had to keep my wits about me if I was going to survive this. I hurled the vanity at them, but they batted it aside with one swipe. Splinters exploded across the room.
They were wearing maid’s uniforms—aprons, headscarves, everything. Repulsive.
It hit me then: those were the maids who’d brought us here. The same ones? If so, there had never been a single human in this Mansion. They’d all been wearing human skin the whole time, already monsters long before we arrived.
The thought sent ice down my spine. Barthel lived under this roof with these things as though it were nothing. Or perhaps he was the one who’d made them into what they were.
I steadied my breath and fixed my gaze on them.
Now that they’d shed their human disguise, they reeked—a nauseating, fetid stench.
The largest one lunged first, charging on all fours. I rolled sideways to dodge and my skirt tangled around my legs. If I hadn’t torn the fabric below my knees earlier, the hem would have caught and sent me sprawling.
My back slammed into the bed frame, and the creature crashed into the mattress behind me—the sound of splintering wood split the air.
“My lady!”
Seraphine had engaged one of them.
She didn’t retreat. She charged straight at the leaping werewolf, drove her shoulder beneath its neck, and hurled it across the room with raw force.
It crashed into the mirror on the wall, and glass scattered everywhere.
“Don’t let them bite you! A single bite and you’ll be infected!”
Seraphine nodded. Blood was already streaming from where glass had embedded itself in her bare shoulder. But there was no time to tend to wounds. The battle had only just begun.
Those sickly yellow eyes fixed on us.

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