The Male Lead Has Gone Mad Over the Troublesome Villainess - Chapter 69

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The Male Lead Has Gone Mad for the Villainess 069
It was a scream that woke Kael.
The moment his eyes opened, he knew something was terribly wrong. That premonition one feels when something that should never happen has come to pass—a sense of déjà vu born of dread. Fear flowed down his spine like ice water.
“Your Highness! Your Highness!”
The air itself reeked of something foul. Millers burst through the door, his face drained of all color, and shouted.
“Monsters are pouring in like mad!”
The silence that had held until now shattered like the calm before a storm—a warning bell tolled with violent force.
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The moment Kael climbed onto the Castle Wall, his mouth fell shut.
Below was nothing but darkness.
Monsters trampled over one another, clawing their way up. Creatures of different species and sizes writhed together in a tangled mass, hurling themselves against the stone.
Thud, thud. It was not the sound of Kael’s heartbeat. It was the thunder of monsters’ bodies striking the wall.
“Your Highness!”
Seraphine came running from the other side.
Instead of answering, Kael drew his sword. The Golden Aura he conjured blazed across the Castle Wall like midday sun, and the overwhelming surge of force sent the monsters tumbling back into the void.
“What is the situation now?”
Millers, gasping as he caught up to Kael, answered.
“Several people, including the sentries, have not awakened. The healer examined them and believes Sleep Incense was used.”
“Will they not wake?”
“No, their lives are not in danger. Once the Sleep Incense wears off, they should awaken. However……”
Kael turned to face Millers with an icy gaze.
Thud.
In that instant, something heavy fell—his own heart. Millers’s brows were drawn downward, his eyes filled with a dread whose source could not be named. Anxiety rose in Kael’s throat like bile.
“Speak.”
“Their target appears to have been Princess Rosana, and also Sister Lillia, as well as the women and children.”
Millers answered quietly, his expression betraying disbelief even as the words left his mouth. Kael’s jaw clenched.
Rosana? That name—it shouldn’t appear here now, should it? Kael blinked slowly. All sound seemed to vanish. All warmth drained from his blood.
Rage receded, and in its place came a cold, crystalline reason.
“Listen to my words carefully. Millers, go now—take two knights with you and bring Kalad here.”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
“Seraphine, gather all able-bodied knights and prepare Fire Arrows. Order Register to bring oil—douse the creatures in it and burn them alive.”
A siege offered one advantage: Fire Siege Tactics could be employed without limit.
“They’re still tangled together, so dilute Toad Secretion in water and pour it over them—make them stick to one another.”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
Seraphine nodded, her face taut with urgency. Kael’s eyes had flushed a dangerous red. He appeared to barely contain the fury rising within him. The killing intent that radiated from him was so piercing that her fingertips went numb.
“They don’t swarm mindlessly without reason. They’ve been driven to this—Kalad will know. Hald may know something as well, so bring him too.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Millers bolted away like a horse with its tail on fire.
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The siege had begun. The monsters that swarmed forward, drool streaming, all reason abandoned—their behavior was undeniably aberrant. It was impossible to venture outside before they were repelled. Clearly, something was drawing them in.
The stench of burning oil mixed with the reek of Toad Secretion spread thick through the air. An acrid, suffocating miasma coiled through the night. Soon after, Kalad and Hald were dragged before him.
As Kalad was hurled to the ground, Hald flinched beside him, squeezing his eyes shut. He recognized the scent wafting through the air—he had worked long beneath Kalad once before, and he knew what that odor meant. Hald swallowed hard.
‘So he’s finally done it.’
Kalad grinned wickedly, eyes fixed on Kael.
“Princess Rosana is gone, isn’t she? The Black Raven has succeeded!”
Kalad shrieked in his rasping voice.
“There is someone here who helped you. Who?”
Kael bent forward, his voice quiet.
“Does it matter? Princess Rosana will be sold soon enough! Even a great lady like her couldn’t escape!”
Kalad’s eyes went wild with hysteria. He had already surrendered everything. There was nothing left to fear—not Kael’s hands seizing his collar, not the fist that came crashing down.
“Ahhh!”
Pain was fleeting; ecstasy burned through his veins. To someone from the gutter, pain meant nothing. After all, this man walked the path of honor—a knight of the daylight world. His status as crown prince would only constrain him. What more could he do than kill? But Kalad had overlooked the road Kael had walked.
“Millers.”
“Yes.”
“Cut off his toes. Start with the big one, then one by one. And you—go to the healer and bring back Awakening Agent.”
The knights moved swiftly. Kalad’s face went deathly pale.
“This—this is madness! What crown prince does such things?!”
Kael smiled, tilted and terrible.
“Aaaahhh!”
Between sprays of blood, Kael’s smile gleamed. Kalad heaved and gasped through the agony while Awakening Agent was poured relentlessly into his mouth. His mind reeled. Pain threatened to drown him. Through the haze, his collar was seized once more.
“Now, let me ask again. Who helped you?”
“M-M-Mirel…… It was a woman named Mirel.”
Kael’s mouth thinned to a cold line, and his gaze shifted to Millers. The order was silent but clear: detain Mirel. He’d left the useless parasite clinging to them unchecked, and now she was feeding on human blood.
Cold water poured down over Kalad.
“Next question. Why are the Monsters swarming like that?”
“W-Wall.”
Kalad’s breathing came in ragged gasps. The agony threatened to drown his mind entirely. His voice barely a whisper, he forced out his answer.
“They… they must have smeared the females’ secretion on it. Only they can sense it.”
Kael’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded. Hald, who had been watching Kalad’s state, opened his mouth, his face drained of color.
“I know how to neutralize that, Your Highness.”
Kael’s attention turned to Hald, and Hald found himself holding his breath. Beneath those eyes that seemed almost vacant lay a fury too deep to measure. Could a person harbor such depths of emotion? His frame looked like a corpse, drained of everything, yet within it burned a rage that lived and breathed.
Hald exhaled and spoke.
“If you spray the wall with water mixed with spice, a strong smell will mask theirs, and they’ll retreat. Imported pepper works well—hot chili would help too.”
Kael barked orders to his knights. As they departed, Hald gripped the wooden staff he used with white knuckles.
Kael spoke quietly.
“Hald.”
“Y-Yes, Your Highness.”
“Do you know the way to the Black Raven Hideout? The Black Raven’s lair.”
“Y-Yes. I can guide you there.”
Even if both legs were shattered, even if the wounds festered and rotted, it seemed he would have to go. Kael smiled with eyes black as death itself.
“Good.”
There was nothing left to extract from him now.
Kael seized Kalad by the collar and dragged him to the Castle Wall. When he hurled Kalad over the rampart—Kalad, who spat saliva and tears alike—his hand did not hesitate for even a moment.
Not a single Monster that swarmed that day crossed the Castle Wall.

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