The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 152

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Side Story: Kyle and Marriage (3)
Balrok, the deranged murderer leading Larva, was chasing the wagon with frenzied desperation.
“It’s Balrok! Balrok has appeared…!”
But that wasn’t all.
Her father-in-law, who had vanished somewhere, was now abandoning his ornate oven and pursuing the wagon at tremendous speed.
“Aaah, M-Marquis Biije is chasing us too!”
“Hyieeeek!”
They’re charging at us like crazed rhinoceroses!
Balrok, the leader of Larva, had murderous crimson eyes gleaming behind his distinctive mask, and her father-in-law’s gaze—now burning with maximum combat intensity—was equally terrifying.
Where did Balrok suddenly emerge from, and what was with this awakened father-in-law?
…I’m going to die… If they catch me, I’m definitely dead!
“Where the hell did those two come from all of a sudden, Jack?!”
“Beats me, you bastard.”
Jack spat to the side as he spoke.
“Still, only two of them are chasing us? Bilbo, look at those idiots! They’re underestimating us. Especially that noble—he’s too proud to call for backup.”
“R-really?!”
Hope bloomed across Bilbo’s face.
“Even if it’s Balrok, Larva isn’t here right now, and hasn’t that marquis been retired from his position as knight commander for ages?! …This is totally doable!”
Because.
They weren’t just two people.
Jack brought his thumb and forefinger to his lips and let out a sharp, piercing whistle.
Normally, he would never call out the bandit gang’s name—it was too embarrassing—but now was the moment to shout it proudly.
“Golden roosters…! Come out, all of you! Today we’ll take the heads of Balrok, leader of Larva, and Marquis Biije, and raise the prestige of our Golden Rooster Bandit Gang!”
Thundering hoofbeats—the hidden bandits emerged on horseback. Some leaped from rooftops and landed on the wagon’s roof.
“Kahahaha!”
Jack, brimming with newfound confidence, laughed loudly.
“So, what now? What exactly are you going to do?!”
Balrok, his eyes sharp as a blade, drew his revolver.
Bang—!
A single shot. The bandits standing in a line were pierced straight through.
They hung there like skewered chicken on a stick.
“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
The retired knight commander’s skill was equally extraordinary.
Even while galloping at tremendous speed, he fired with pristine precision, emptying the wagon in an instant.
Watching his marksmanship, Bilbo muttered, forgetting the situation entirely.
“Damn, that’s incredible…”
“You wretch! My daughter-in-law, whose fresh beauty even the flowers of Taran Boulevard envy, the great hero who saved the Empire, always kind to her father-in-law, with a heart as smooth as silk, so beautiful and lovely and perfect—why won’t you hand her over at once…!”
And there he was, boasting about his daughter-in-law!
His daughter-in-law, hearing her father-in-law’s voice, covered her face in embarrassment as she sat in the wagon.
That was when.
“Tch.”
Jack grabbed Anette’s forearm and yanked her up roughly.
“Get up, you wench!”
Then he drew a crude dagger with a chipped blade from his pocket and pressed it against her throat. So, did she have some precious little rabbit she wanted to protect?
Then he would threaten her.
“Come any closer and I’ll paint this honey-gold hair and pale skin crimson with blood…!”
Go on, scream for me, you wench! That’ll send those chasing after us into a frenzy, won’t it?
Jack’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as he laughed.
Anette sighed.
“Sigh.”
Her expression was utterly bored.
“I suppose there’s no helping it.”
The bandits had overlooked something crucial. What they’d loaded onto their cart wasn’t a rabbit—it was a ferocious beast the size of a house.
On Taran Boulevard, no one was stronger than her. She was the successor of Exordium, her abilities perfected.
Anette whispered. Light and elegant, like a songbird’s melody.
“Um.”
Whoooosh—!
“Aaaaaaahhhhh!!”
“P-please spare us, we’re sorry…!”
I watched the bandits scrambling through the flames with my arms crossed.
Hmm, perhaps I should let them reflect on their actions for a moment.
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The moment the commotion on Taran Boulevard settled, Father-in-law acted as though the world had collapsed.
Upon seeing the faintest scratch on my arm.
“How dare they wound the precious skin of my esteemed daughter-in-law! I shall personally tear off the heads of every last one of those ignorant, feather-brained bandits!”
This time, my husband agreed. He murmured coldly about exterminating three generations of their bloodline.
‘He’s exterminating three generations far too often.’
Hadn’t he threatened to do the same to some information broker’s family before?
All because they’d touched my bakery.
While I was recalling my own (questionable) memories, Father-in-law vanished without giving me a chance to protest, insisting he would finish off those villains and procure a “mental stabilization elixir crafted from the tears of a snow wolf” because my complexion looked pale.
After all the chaos subsided, our outing came to an end.
We returned to Marquis Winston’s Estate.
Kyle insisted several times, and I found myself sitting carefully on the treatment bed—the kind reserved for critical patients at the mansion.
I spoke to Kyle, who appeared visibly anxious.
“I really am fine, Kyle.”
“I should summon a priest.”
“It’s merely a light scratch on my arm. Using a priest for this would invite ridicule. And that potion you’re about to use is overkill.”
That potion could regenerate someone pierced through by a bullet—it’s far too expensive.
My wound would heal with just saliva.
“…But still…”
Kyle adjusted his glasses and carefully cradled my arm in both hands, as if to examine my wound more closely.
Long lashes cast a shadow over his emerald eyes, as though his heart ached. My husband, truly… was remarkably beautiful.
That innocent doe-like face of his was displaying an even more poignant beauty now that his feelings were hurt.
‘Since when does a face attack happen out of nowhere?’
I’d made the right choice marrying such a handsome man.
It was simply entertaining from time to time, a face like that.
He murmured quietly.
“I should have killed them…”
A slight flinch.
Though he didn’t state the subject, I knew exactly whom he meant.
The two bandits from the Golden Rooster Bandit Gang who had kidnapped me earlier.
I had stopped him from killing them outright, saying it was excessive (I was afraid of a catastrophe on Taran Boulevard) and that we should hand them over to trial according to proper procedure.
Kyle asked with darkened eyes, a faint smile playing at his lips.
“If you think killing them is excessive, what if we break their arms and legs in the opposite direction and force them into a posture of lifelong obedience…?”
Oh no, the carnivorous deer has emerged again!
But I’ve grown somewhat accustomed to it by now.
I just… think of him as a madman… and let it go at that.
“They’re already under arrest, so they’ll be handed over to trial. Father-in-law said he would handle the remaining members of the bandit gang, so it will serve as sufficient warning, Kyle.”
I soothed him gently with a smile.
“First…”
I knew very well how to turn my innocent little doe back from carnivore mode.
“Will you treat my wounds? Directly, Kyle?”
The anger vanished completely from Kyle’s face. The tips of his ears flushed slightly as our eyes met.
“…Very well, my wife.”
So easily embarrassed, this one.
With his large, pale fingers, he gently caressed the area around my wound.
‘…It tickles.’
It was always like this whenever he touched me.
Even expensive glass sculptures would be handled less carefully, yet he devoted his entire attention to me.
Of course, he had focused on me like this on our wedding night as well.
It was truly extraordinary…
That was when the true nature of the carnivorous deer truly showed itself…
“Does it hurt?”
“…!!”
Behind those transparent lenses, his eyes gazed up at me intently, and now it was my face that felt like it was flushing.
“N-no, it doesn’t.”
Surely not.
He didn’t catch what I was thinking about, did he?

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