The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 94

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 94
* * *
“Have you lost your mind?”
Beneath hair black as a raven’s wing, my narrow eyes curved with quiet fury.
The feathers sprouting from my ears—the mark of the Reklus Clan—had turned a deep crimson.
It was unmistakable proof of my rage.
“Spare me the nonsense. Bring me information that’s actually useful.”
“…I am without excuse.”
“My master’s patience is nearly exhausted.”
Abilos Teje, Gerard’s adjutant, had received orders from Gerard days ago and unleashed his subordinates.
“Find out where the Crown Prince went immediately. As long as he’s human, he’ll leave traces. Find him without fail.”
Gerard had also ordered him to investigate the movements of the Grand Duke of Hyacinth.
“Dog his heels like a hound.”
“…”
“Until the woman appears.”
Yet after several days, his subordinate was spouting nothing but disappointing excuses.
The man himself bore feathers—a member of the same Reklus Clan. He bowed his head deeply in shame.
“My apologies. But the Crown Prince… he cannot even be called human. There was truly not a single trace.”
“…He must be somewhere within the Fris Empire, yet in that palm-sized territory, there’s not even one trace of the Crown Prince?”
“That is correct.”
The subordinate before me was quite capable.
Until now, he had found everything I desired.
―Yet this time, he only repeated the same excuses. Disappointingly so.
“Then what of the Grand Duke of Hyacinth?”
“…He uses magic to erase his traces. It is impossible. Kgh!”
With a harsh sound, I could no longer restrain myself and seized him by the collar.
My narrow eyes widened, revealing teal irises.
―My pupils were vertically elongated.
Those reptilian eyes, so unsettling, glared at him as though I would flay him alive.
“I told you—my master’s patience is ‘nearly’ exhausted.”
The man cast his eyes downward.
“I will remember. Next time, I will surely―!”
“Next time?”
My lips curved coldly upward. In that instant.
“…Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
The man shrieked in agony, convulsing. His vital essence was drawn into me. In moments, all moisture drained from his body, leaving only withered skin that crumpled to the ground.
“…It is my master whose patience is ‘nearly’ exhausted.”
The corpse said nothing.
“Mine ran out long ago.”
I gazed at the husk on the floor and stroked my chin.
One wrong move, and I could end up like that.
Prince Gerard would likely not grant him even the mercy of such a swift eternal sleep.
Should I seek my master’s permission and personally search through the Fris Empire from top to bottom?
In truth, I had already been there once, but came away empty-handed—as did he.
Besides, I had already deployed formidable forces to comb through the entire Continent.
“Damn it.”
It was precisely when he spat out the curse under his breath.
Knock, knock—
A knock sounded at the door.
“Come in.”
His subordinate entered, startled at the sight of the corpse, but dismissed it as routine before extending a letter.
“There was a street urchin asking me to deliver this letter.”
“A street urchin?”
Daring to approach the Crown Prince’s closest confidant?
He must have simply bought some random beggar off the streets. To leave no trace.
―A meticulous one, indeed.
It was a suspicious letter with no seal, no sender’s name written upon it.
It was not made of the expensive paper the nobility used.
‘Appears to be from a commoner or some Back Alley thug.’
Avilos thought as he opened the note.
Rustle.
Inside was written content that would perfectly save him.
「 I know the location of ‘Anette’. I wish to meet with Crown Prince Gerard. 」
“…!”
Avilos’s eyes widened dramatically.
* * *
Behind me was a wall indistinguishable from a door, and before me was Sisrain.
I opened my eyes anxiously, as though caught in a trap.
I simply could not lift my head.
‘Our bodies are far too close.’
The gap between us was so narrow I could hear the thudding pulse of my own heart.
From above, I felt an unabashedly brazen gaze.
“Why do you keep avoiding me?”
“….”
He lowered his broad shoulders and tilted his head, persistently following my gaze and forcing our eyes to meet.
Those relentless crimson eyes, gripping and refusing to let go.
“If you’re trying to make me desperate, you’re succeeding brilliantly.”
“….”
Only then did I look up at him, striving desperately not to notice that he wore barely more than a shirt.
“…I wasn’t avoiding you, Your Highness. It seems there’s been some misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding.”
“Yes. I simply thought no one would be here, so I was a bit startled when someone appeared.”
Though I’d caught quite the eyeful just now.
Anyone would be flustered by that.
“A misunderstanding, I see….”
Sisrain, who had watched me flee twice today, smiled and stroked his jawline.
Please just let this go, Sisrain.
“I’ll believe you, so don’t leave this room. Not until I’ve finished changing.”
“….”
I was done for.
But I forced myself to smile calmly.
If I panicked, fled, and cowered, he would only tighten his grip and render me completely helpless—such was his nature.
―At least, that was how the original story portrayed Sisrain.
“I will.”
I smiled sweetly and complied without resistance.
Once I escaped his embrace, I’d simply brush it off and slip away.
Only then did he turn and leave me.
“If you run away again, I’ll think you’re avoiding me, and I’ll take you straight to the Imperial Palace and keep you in my chambers.”
“…!!!”
I met his gaze—those crimson eyes curved with an enigmatic smile.
“Do you remember what happens when you come to my house…?”
In that instant, I recalled the voice Sisrain had whispered against my ear in the carriage long ago.
That ticklish, playful whisper.
“I might not even give you clothes.”
“…!!!”
‘Insane.’
Heat flooded my face in an instant.
At my reaction, he let out a low chuckle.
‘He was teasing me on purpose.’
You really do have terrible taste, Sisrain.
I narrowed my eyes at him in a slight glare.
“Oh my.”
His lips twisted with unmistakable delight.
“Being disliked again, am I?”
“….”
Sisrain draped a loose shirt across his broad shoulders, fastening the cuffs at his wrists while keeping his gaze fixed on me.
Even as we occupied this narrow space together, he never once looked away.
―My breath was beginning to catch.
I deliberately tried to focus my attention on the objects around us.
The table, an empty vase upon it, the sofa and the bed.
For some reason, I felt a bed and Sisrain together would be a dangerous combination—that particular piece of furniture and that man seemed to form a perilous pairing.
Unable to endure the silence any longer, I broke it first once again.
“But there’s something I’m curious about.”
It was only natural that I always lost to this madman in our silent standoffs.
Sisrain seemed utterly delighted merely by looking at me.
“Ask me anything.”
“Did you come to Bayonere simply to find me?”
“….”
Probably, it seemed that way.
But if he came to take me away, and now he cannot—what then?
He couldn’t possibly remain here indefinitely without purpose.
After all, Sisrain was the Crown Prince of Eldorado.
―Yet.
An unexpectedly different answer came.
“It wasn’t merely to find you. Not just to take you away either.”
“…Then what?”
Those inscrutable, desolate crimson eyes narrowed slightly as they smiled.
“Who knows.”
“….”
“After the party ends today, you’ll find out when you come with me tomorrow.”
…I wanted to ignore it. But I’d become far too curious.
He said he wanted to take me away and confine me. Wasn’t that supposed to be the end of it?
“You’ll breathe beside me, laugh only beside me, cry only beside me… and eventually, you’ll die beside me.”
After saying such things. He had another reason?
While I was lost in contemplation, Sisrain asked in a subtle tone.
“Will you come with me?”
―Could I even go.
No matter how much I’d once adored Sisrain, I couldn’t predict him now. What reckless thing he might do.
Then, the massive man—beautiful as a savage beast—turned leisurely toward me.
In a voice sweet and seductive as a hallucinogenic candy laced with poison, he whispered.
“Let’s go.”
“….”
Those crimson eyes were persistent yet subtle.
“Together.”
It was a whisper difficult to refuse.
‘…Anyway, if he has another purpose, he’ll reveal it eventually.’
This wasn’t a problem I could avoid.
Besides, I was curious.
“All right.”
“….”
The moment I gave my permission, Sisrain smiled like a boy.
Like that boy I had once loved.
…So my Sisrain hadn’t completely disappeared after all.
Lost in that smile, I belatedly let my gaze drift to his chest.
―There was a scar that had been drawing my attention since before.
A vivid scar running across his muscular chest didn’t appear to be from a sharp blade.
It looked as though something had torn it bluntly—a wound that must have been truly agonizing when it was inflicted.
“…What about that scar?”
He paused mid-button and spoke.
“A wound from Crevasse.”
“Crevasse?”
“Yes.”
Crevasse—I knew of that place. I’d heard of it during lessons in the Forest, but…more than that, I’d seen it in the original work.
There was exactly one scene that described the inside of it.
That hell riddled with unspeakable agony. What happened within it, how people crumbled and died.
“….”
Sisrain had been to such a place…?
Suddenly my vision darkened and my heart ached as though it were being crushed.
I wanted to suddenly ask him how he had survived.
…Why did you even go to such a place?
How could you smile so naturally, just like before, after enduring something so terrible?
Sisrain….
I thought you were living happily, but it seems I knew nothing at all.
‘A scar from Crevasse….’
It disappears cleanly upon returning to reality.
Like a tale from mythology where one is punished with new flesh sprouting even after being pecked and devoured by birds all night long.
Yet scars remained on the body in only one circumstance.
She asked in a trembling voice.
“…Why did you inflict such a wound upon yourself?”
I simply couldn’t believe it.
Before Anette, whose heart ached and trembled, Sisrain spoke as calmly as still deep waters.
“I tried to die. The pain was unbearable.”
There were moments when I wanted to tear out my own heart.
It wasn’t because of the physical agony that Crevasse inflicted.
From the moment I lost her, there was only one pain that tormented me above all else.
―Losing you.
The moment I despaired that I could never see you again.
“Anette.”
I wanted so desperately to see you again that I couldn’t even die.
“Don’t make that expression.”
Sisrain’s warm hand cradled Anette’s cheek.
Anette’s expression mirrored the anguish of her own heart being torn asunder.
He, who had longed so deeply that he’d rather have ripped out his own heart and perished, endured that yearning and lived on—and in the end, bound his heart to her.
―So that she could never leave him again.
“If you make that expression, I’ll lose myself to you even more.”

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————