The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 92

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Chapter 92
Heinrich’s eyes deepened like a swamp. Heat pooled in his chest.
The woman in his arms, her blonde hair disheveled so pitifully, was the real Anette.
―Not some doll.
“….”
I couldn’t begin to express how much I had longed for this sweet fragrance, the sensation of her slender body nestled against me, the sound of her heart pounding so urgently in my embrace.
Heinrich brushed away her tears with the back of his large hand.
“….”
―I felt the delicate sensation of pale, cold fingers grazing my skin.
Anette’s eyelids trembled slightly at that moment.
The words came out in a whisper, yet with absolute firmness.
“Heinrich, stop.”
“….”
With a sharp grip on his wrist, her jade-green eyes fixed directly upon him.
For a moment, Heinrich’s eyes widened slightly.
Soon his chest began to burn with ravenous hunger. He had thought she had come into his arms, but this attitude, this gaze….
Now it was Heinrich who wavered. Consumed by desire, he pressed his crimson lips together firmly in that instant.
Crash!
An enormous thunderous sound erupted, as if the door had been smashed open.
“…!”
Startled, I looked toward the door to see a man whose shoulders and back were as broad as the doorframe itself, standing with his arms crossed.
―It was Sisrain.
The door still trembled from where he had struck it with his fist—quite effective, as Anette had immediately pulled away from Heinrich.
“Tch. You startled me.”
Heinrich clicked his tongue in a completely unruffled tone, his expression turning cold. He seemed to have anticipated the uninvited guest’s arrival all along.
‘I was startled too.’
I quickly tidied my hair in surprise (though I had done nothing wrong, I felt caught nonetheless) and asked hurriedly.
“…Your Highness, what brings you here? The kitchen…?”
“….”
Sisrain regarded me silently with his dark eyes, then strolled in with leisurely strides and poured himself a glass of strong liquor.
He leaned against the wall and drank while staring fixedly at both me and Heinrich.
Heinrich looked thoroughly disgusted.
“Ugh, that barbaric bastard… just throwing his weight around without warning.”
His lips were crimson, and his elegant, beautiful face crumpled without mercy.
“I truly despise people with such foul temperaments.”
Sisrain, who had been listening silently, spoke.
“Then how much must you hate yourself?”
“…?!”
Your Highness the Crown Prince certainly has a way with words, doesn’t he?
Heinrich’s face gradually flushed red like an apple.
‘…It’s true that his nature is disagreeable, so Heinrich can’t even refute it.’
My pupils trembled.
I feel it coming. I feel it.
The crisis where my carapace—barely holding together after one year of shrimp-like existence—might finally crack.
Like how elders’ knees react before rain falls, my shrimp’s shell responded with swift instinct.
I jumped in quickly.
“So~ why don’t you head out now, Heinrich? I’ll finish tidying up here.”
I lowered my brows and smiled sweetly.
“…Sister.”
Normally, Heinrich would have thrown a tantrum about staying with me, but now it seemed he desperately wanted to avoid sharing the same space as Sisrain.
He looked at Sisrain with obvious distaste and said,
“You need to come out soon.”
“Got it!”
Heinrich glanced back and forth between Sisrain and me with reluctant eyes, then clicked his tongue with a sharp tsk and trudged out with heavy steps.
Soon, only Sisrain and I remained in the space.
‘It’s awkward again.’
Being alone with Sisrain was still an anxiety-inducing affair.
I carefully organized the items while feeling his gaze—hot enough to scorch me.
Clink—
The sound of Sisrain setting down his glass seemed unusually loud.
Loud enough to make my heart skip.
‘Why would I be this nervous over a single glass being set down…?’
Finally, I spoke first.
“Are you enjoying the party, Your Highness?”
“….”
Sisrain regarded me quietly with crimson eyes and answered leisurely.
“Perhaps.”
“….”
He plucked a grape and popped it into his mouth. The white teeth grinding the flesh and the juice being crushed were faintly visible.
His throat undulated as he swallowed the sweet juice, and he smiled as he spoke.
“It might become fun.”
‘…Why are you telling me that.’
And while eating the grape in such a suggestive manner, no less.
What exactly are you planning to do at the party that would make it fun going forward?
I’m curious.
Actually, I’m not curious at all.
“I have a question, Anette.”
“…Yes! Please ask, Your Highness.”
Sisrain looked at me and asked casually, as if it were nothing serious.
“Why do you call Heinrich by his name as before, but call me ‘Your Highness’?”
“Well, Heinrich is….”
Wait, doesn’t this question feel familiar?
Heinrich asked me the same thing.
“…He’s comfortable, like a younger brother, and emotionally close to me.”
“Close to you?”
Sisrain seized on that single word and asked quietly, his gaze settling upon me.
In that moment, his crimson eyes grew noticeably darker.
‘…Did I say something wrong again, you wise ones?’
I felt a touch of injustice.
If I called him informally, he’d grow jealous. If I used formal speech, he’d grow jealous of that too.
‘Sigh, my poor back.’
I thought ruefully.
If I’d done the opposite, he surely would have been jealous either way.
His dark eyes, tinged with crimson, narrowed dangerously as he asked with subtle menace.
“So you call people you’re close to with affection.”
“….”
Gulp.
I barely managed to swallow. How could I answer without provoking him?
That was precisely when it happened.
A voice of salvation—it sounded almost like an angel’s song—called from outside the kitchen.
“Anette~! We’ve run out of food here, could you take a look?”
“Oh! Yes~”
I lowered my brows and wore the ‘I have no choice’ expression I’d used before.
“Then Your Highness, I shall take my leave.”
“….”
Sisrain smiled faintly and stroked his chin with his large hand.
His gaze held the persistent thought: ‘Running away again?’
The flustered shrimp pretended not to notice that look and hurried outside.
* * *
The table lacking food belonged to Winston’s Shield.
“My goodness, the food was so delicious we scraped the plates clean.”
“Honestly, this is the first time I’ve ever tasted stew this delicious in my entire life.”
“…It’s truly amazing!”
One of them was even licking his plate.
Really? To that extent?
Either way, I was delighted they were enjoying it so much.
I smiled brightly and said.
“Thank you. Please, eat as much as you’d like, Shields. There’s plenty of food prepared in the back!”
‘But where is Kyle?’
As I glanced around, I spotted Kyle kneeling on one knee before a child in the distance.
He was tending to the fallen children, dusting off the twins’ knees with gentle pats.
‘…Ah, good heavens.’
After being tormented by Heinrich and Sisrain just moments before, Kyle appeared almost angelic.
‘He’s probably the most well-behaved of the three.’
Among these three, that is.
Just then, Kyle noticed me and waved with a smile.
I smiled back and waved in return.
‘What a relief.’
In this blazing party, to have even one ‘peaceful deer’ present.
I smiled all the wider.
* * *
Moments later.
Someone approached the table that no one dared near—the one where Sisrain sat—walking straight toward it.
―It was Kyle.
“….”
At the sound of his footsteps, Sisrain’s crimson eyes regarded him with an expressionless gaze.
Kyle approached him with an air of aristocratic courtesy and respect.
“Your Highness the Crown Prince, I am Marquis Kyle Winston. It is an honor to make your acquaintance.”
“….”
“Might I impose upon you to sit for a moment?”
Sisrain gave a slight nod without offering a verbal response. His dark eyes, containing those crimson irises, seemed oddly intrigued.
Like watching a living beast entering the maw of a monster.
“Marquis Kyle Winston.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Kyle sat down and faced him directly.
His jade-like eyes held no wavering. Despite his impeccable courtesy, there was something sharp about the way he seemed to assess his counterpart.
Meanwhile, Sisrain, lounging loosely in his seat, betrayed no emotion whatsoever.
Sisrain asked in an expressionless tone.
“I heard that Winston’s Shield is officially stationed in the Capital of Eldorado.”
“We are traveling. I am granting the Shields respite after ten years of exhausting battles against magical beasts.”
“Yet ‘specifically’.”
Sisrain’s crimson eyes shot forth a piercing gaze for a moment.
“Bayonere seems to be quite the resort.”
Sisrain, showing no emotional disturbance whatsoever, felt like a fortress built of iron.
Kyle’s eyes darkened.
―And yet, he became certain of it.
From the nature of the question, the Crown Prince suspected a connection between himself and Kirke. That he and Winston’s Shield were protecting Anette.
So that false order was intentional too, you bastard.
Making him travel all the way to the Northern Snowfield to search for a griffin that didn’t even exist.
For the commander, it could only feel like mockery.
“Bayonere isn’t the only destination worth visiting, Marquis.”
“….”
“Then what reason keeps you lingering here?”
“I’ve taken a fancy to a certain young lady.”
That was when it happened—Sisrain’s crimson eyes, which had remained so carefully composed throughout, flickered with the faintest spark.
“I simply couldn’t bring myself to leave her behind.”
“….”
A faint flush crept up Sisrain’s neck, betraying the composure he’d maintained.
The predator’s jaws, clearly heated by the provocation, had just been fed candy by a smirking herbivore.
“I’m speaking of Miss Anette.”

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