The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 102

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Chapter 102
‘Ah, it was still a good life.’
I became a bakery owner, received a proposal, and gained many precious people.
Compared to my past life—struck down by a drunk driver on a motorcycle right after leaving the orphanage and deciding to start anew—this was far better.
And yet.
‘…I wanted to have a family.’
It was a small regret that I would die alone in this life too, just as I had before.
With the certainty that falling from such a cliff meant death, I found myself wondering if someone with a body as strong as Sisrain’s might somehow survive.
At least Sisrain lived. I was grateful for that.
…He had to be happy.
I closed my eyes in resignation, picturing the faces of those I would leave behind.
That instant, a flash!
I remembered receiving an order for a new menu item—a fresh cream cake.
‘―I can’t die like this.’
The entrepreneurial spirit of a self-employed baker, awakened by the promise of high sales, opened my eyes and reached out with all my strength.
A lurch.
In that moment, I felt my falling body halt in mid-air.
“…!”
―It was Sisrain.
With one hand, he precariously gripped the severed leather strap of a carriage caught on the cliff’s rocks, while his other hand seized my wrist.
Like a thick, resilient rope.
“Anette.”
His crimson eyes fixed on me as his teeth clenched.
Below us, I could see the shattered carriage and wounded Belkain Tribe members plummeting. The height was dizzying.
My spine tingled with dread.
‘What incredible reflexes.’
He’d slashed the Belkain Tribe members as he fell, and caught me in the same motion?
All while snatching the leather strap with his other hand.
“Sisrain!”
“Hold on tight, Anette. Don’t let go.”
Creak―eeeeak.
The leather strap Sisrain gripped began to stretch as if it would snap.
Ah, we’ve reached the limit.
“Sisrain! Let me go. You’ll fall with me!”
“Don’t say such nonsense.”
“Think logically. At least one of us has to survive!”
The veins in his forearms bulged as if they might burst under the weight of both our bodies.
The leather strap continued to stretch helplessly even now. The futility burned in my chest.
“Sisrain! Please let go…!”
His crimson eyes gazed directly at me.
“I won’t let go of this hand, Anette, not even in hell.”
“….”
Why was he holding on so desperately?
‘I’ve done nothing for him.’
Even if it was all for Heinrich’s sake, I abandoned him in that Forest and fled.
So I left you alone to endure all those long years, never knowing what you were doing in the Crevasse, blindly believing you’d be happy while I lived contentedly on my own.
…You fool.
Whether as a child or now, only I ever reflected in Sisrain’s eyes.
Creak, snap.
The leather cord was on the verge of snapping, and the fierce wind that howled—whiiing—sent my skirt and hair fluttering wildly.
Below the cliff lay only jagged rocks and pitch-black sea, and the dark waves crashed violently, as if begging me to come down and become their meal.
This was a moment that demanded cold judgment.
In the end, I drew the short blade I’d always carried because of Gerard.
“Sisrain, I’m sorry.”
―It was a blade I’d carried to protect myself.
I never thought I’d use it to protect you.
And with all my strength, I slashed Sisrain’s wrist with the blade.
“…!!!”
But I didn’t fall.
Even as blood flowed steadily from his wrist, that massive hand held me with desperate determination.
As if releasing me
would sever his own life.
“….”
Creak, snap―
Crimson drops of blood fell onto my cheek.
Sisrain’s sharp eyes narrowed. He looked down at me and smiled faintly.
“I told you. I won’t let go, not even in hell.”
“…Sis.”
Tears welled up inexplicably—tears I hadn’t shed even when I left the Forest, separating Heinrich and Sisrain.
“Anette….”
It was just as Sisrain was about to say something.
Screech—crack! Snap!
The leather cord snapped completely.
* * *
“Damn it, everything’s gone to hell!”
When Larva and the others arrived near the in Bayonere, they could sense the commotion unfolding in the distance.
Kyle stared down at the sword that had fallen to the ground.
It was a sword breaker—a short blade adorned with distinctive patterns and decorations, its blade carved with unique grooves that tore flesh upon impact.
―A Belkain Tribe blade.
As he’d anticipated, the strays he’d sent to the outskirts were merely a distraction, while the truly vicious stray had been sent to the village where Anette was.
From a distance, I heard the villagers’ agonized screams tearing through the air.
‘Anette.’
Flames ignited in Kyle’s eyes.
“We’re heading to the village immediately!”
“Yes!”
The Larva operatives all rushed toward the village. They had grown attached not just to Anette, but to the villagers themselves, and hearing they were in danger made their pace swifter than usual.
But when they arrived at the village, an unexpected sight unfolded before them.
Countless members of the Belkain Tribe were kneeling in unison, their faces pressed to the ground, trembling violently.
Before them stood a beautiful man with striking violet eyes, his face twisted into a chilling smile as he trampled the hand of one of the Belkain Tribe members.
“…Tsk, why do these insects keep swarming like this.”
His crimson lips twisted with irritation.
“Gaaaahhh!”
The Belkain Tribe member let out a cry of agony but could not pull his hand away.
Under that surreal pressure, his entire body felt utterly overwhelmed.
“Someone must have caught the sweet scent. …But I’m sorry—that honey is mine to savor.”
Beneath the silver hair, Zian’s lips curved upward sensually.
At the same moment, Kyle’s expression darkened.
‘That madman.’
But at least there was one mercy.
―The villagers were safe.
Thanks to that monster.
“P-please… spare us….”
To the Belkain Tribe members pleading pitifully, Heinrich whispered with a smile, tenderly.
“Die.”
Crack!
Then, from the five kneeling figures, came the simultaneous sound of necks snapping.
Behind them, the villagers screamed.
It was the same kind of scream I had heard from afar.
…The villagers’ screams were not because of the Belkain Tribe.
They were because of him.
In any case, there was no time to waste. Anette likely wasn’t here—if she were, she’d probably be with Heinrich—so Kyle searched inside the Bakery.
As expected, Anette was not here.
‘…She has to be safe.’
Kyle quickly traced the tracks left by the Belkain Tribe and began searching with the Larva operatives.
Hot sweat trickled down his pale skin.
‘Miss Anette.’
Please be safe. Please!
Kyle suppressed his anxiety and moved again, organizing the situation in his mind.
‘He sent stray dogs to the stronghold and the Belkain Tribe to Anette’s location.’
That meant Gerard had pinpointed Anette’s exact location.
How on earth could this have happened…?
I thought I had protected her whereabouts with airtight security.
Where did the information leak from?
Kyle resolved to root out the traitor who had disclosed the information.
‘This must be Gerard’s warning.’
Gerard wouldn’t have any immediate intention of taking Anette away.
Because if he already knew her location so clearly, there was a high probability he had also deduced where Heinrich and the Crown Prince were located.
If those two, who had been desperately searching for Anette all this time, had simultaneously vanished from the Capital….
Gerard would already know.
That neither Heinrich nor Sisrain could be stopped by the Belkain Tribe.
So this was a kind of ‘warning’ or ‘message’.
It meant to abandon any dreams of a peaceful, ordinary life in Bayonere.
‘He’ll soon attempt to formally summon Miss Anette.’
―To the Capital of Eldorado.
“Move faster!”
All I could do was pray that this warning wouldn’t prove fatal to Miss Anette.
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“…!!!”
The moment the rope snapped, Sisrain’s quick reflexes allowed him to seize the jutting rock.
Supporting my weight and Anette’s with one arm, he began pulling her small body upward.
A low groan escaped him as his jaw clenched, the muscles of his chin rippling with effort.
The veins in his neck stood out prominently.
The severed leather rope, the rocks from the cliff, and droplets of blood flowing from his wrist and the flesh torn by the Belkain Tribe’s blades scattered through the air.
With a grunt―
Sisrain finally hoisted Anette onto his own body.
With overwhelming physical strength and power, and a will as relentless as it was fierce.
Anette desperately cooperated as well. In this situation, Sisrain’s very life hung in the balance.
Sisrain confirmed that Anette was clinging to him properly, then grasped the cliff face with the hand that had held her, exerting force as he climbed upward.
With a dull thud.
He pulled Anette completely over the edge and collapsed onto the cliff ground, breathing heavily.
Even so, he kept her cradled upon his own body to ensure she wouldn’t be injured. He couldn’t bear the thought of the rough earth of the cliff leaving even a small wound on her.
“Haa. Haa….”
“Sis…!”
Tears glistened in her jade-green eyes.
“What would have happened if we’d both fallen?”
“….”
“You’re really an idiot.”
His breathing was felt along her heaving, solid chest. His heart pounded as if it might burst.
Her breathing and heartbeat moved in the exact same rhythm as his.
Anette touched his wrist desperately. The wounds she had caused were vivid and clear.
By cruel coincidence, a mark similar to hers had appeared on my wrist.
“…We almost died.”
“We did.”
His sharp eyes narrowed playfully.
“I nearly lost you.”
Sisrain laughed and pulled her close, his arms wrapping firmly around her waist as she straddled him.
Was she only now aware of their position?
Anette’s cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson.
“…!”
Anette, if I told you this, you’d call me mad or recoil in disgust and flee.
But I’m intoxicated by the sight of those jade-green eyes glistening with tears as they look at me.
I want to kiss every inch of your flushed skin as you lie cradled in my arms.
In that fleeting moment when both our lives hung by a thread and we barely escaped death—
Sisrain thought to himself:
Perhaps this was the most perfect moment.
The time I spend with her is utterly unpredictable.
One morning I believed we would be together forever, yet you departed without warning.
When I was certain we would never part again, we found ourselves clinging to a cliff’s edge.
If time is unpredictable, then I wanted to seize this moment now.
“Anette.”
“Yes?”
As Anette looked up at him with tear-glistened eyes, he brushed away the tears streaking her flushed cheeks and the delicate grass clinging to her skin with his thumb.
Then Sisrain whispered—his voice devastatingly low, yet clearer than ever before.
“Marry me.”
“…!”
Anette’s breath caught.
The tears pooling in her jade-green eyes spilled down her cheeks like crystalline pearls.
A proposal made atop a cliff—with hot tears streaming down, breath trembling, wounds still bleeding and ravaged across her body, and a heart threatening to burst from her chest.
All while holding her in my embrace.
―It was perfect.
“Become my wife—the woman I will love for all my life.”