The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 108

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Episode 108

“Sister.”

“…!”

I woke up from sleep, feeling a hand gently shaking my body.

“Why are you sleeping on the sofa?”

What kind of dream was that?

…After 3 years, I had another dream about Rose.

“Sister, are you alright?”

When I remained silent, Yurta gently grabbed my shoulder.

At that moment, the emotions Rose felt in the dream came rushing in.

Terrible feelings, disgust, all kinds of emotions mixed together made me feel like I was going to vomit.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Sister, you don’t look well.”

“…Take your hands off my body.”

Even when I tried to take deep breaths to calm down, I couldn’t control my emotions at all.

The emotions boiled up as if they were dominating my brain.

“Sister, look at me.”

“…Please stay away from me right now.”

“…Sister.”

However, Yurta wouldn’t listen to me at all.

The moment he reached his hand toward my face as if worried, my emotions finally exploded.

“I told you not to touch me!”

Those were definitely not my emotions.

Smack!

His head turned roughly.

Dominated by the surging emotions, I unknowingly struck Yurta.

“…Sister.”

When those blazing red eyes looked back at me, my body trembled involuntarily.

【If you want to leave, hurry up and eat, Sister.】

Yurta’s red eyes overlapped with those eerie eyes I saw in Rose’s dream.

While waiting for the pain to come, I heard a low sigh from above.

“Sister, please tell me if there’s anything making you uncomfortable.”

Contrary to my expectations, he showed no signs of anger despite being slapped by me.

“…You’re not going to hit me?”

“Why would I hit you, Sister?”

Yurta frowned as if he couldn’t understand.

“…But you tormented me before.”

Not me exactly, but Rose to be precise.

Yurta’s face hardened.

“…Do you still hold those times in your heart?”

“If you were treated that way, would you forget?”

Unlike before, Yurta’s face darkened.

Could he possibly be feeling guilt?

“…I promised I would never do that again.”

“….”

“You believed me too, and I haven’t done it since….”

Did he make such a promise with Rose?

I had no way of knowing since I didn’t know what kind of life they lived together.

The more I talked with him, the more the emotions that were hard to control seemed to calm down.

‘Anyway, he wronged Rose, not me.’

But did I really have a reason to be angry?

Yurta is a disturbing person. So I should avoid him, but there’s no reason to be angry about the past.

‘Besides, I decided to humor him until we pass through the checkpoint.’

As my rationality returned and I thought things through, I felt somewhat stabilized.

I raised both arms and wrapped them around Yurta’s neck.

When I embraced him, Yurta’s body stiffened.

“…Sister?”

The voice calling me trembled.

“I’m sorry for hitting you, Yurta.”

I pulled back slightly and gently stroked his cheek.

“Did it hurt a lot?”

“…It didn’t hurt.”

“Your face is red.”

“….”

Even the part I didn’t hit. Looking closely, his neck was also slightly red.

“I had a nightmare.”

“…A nightmare?”

“Yes. I dreamed about my childhood.”

“….”

“You hurt me.”

His lowered black eyelashes seemed to regret the past.

He really does seem to feel guilt.

If so, that’s good.

I should use anything I can use.

“…What should I do for you to forgive me?”

Even though I said 3 years ago that I would never forgive him, Yurta didn’t give up.

‘It’s ridiculous for me, who isn’t even Rose, to talk about forgiveness.’

It’s something that happened to Rose. Is there anything for me to forgive?

“Just stay by my side, Yurta.”

His red eyes wavered. He looked surprised as if he never expected Rose to say such words.

“Stay with me.”

“…Yes, Sister.”

* * *

“Is the book interesting?”

“Yes. It’s not bad.”

When I said I was bored, Yurta brought me a book.

I read it to pass time without much expectation, but surprisingly the book was interesting.

Yurta said he prepared it according to my taste.

He put some thought into it.

But the ‘my taste’ that Yurta knows must refer to Rose….

‘We have the same taste.’

It wasn’t that surprising to coincidentally share a taste or two.

I read the book without much thought.

“Sister, I prepared dessert in case your mouth feels bland.”

Yurta placed dessert on the table.

The dessert covered in chocolate looked incredibly sweet at first glance.

“I prepared your favorite dessert, Sister.”

So Rose likes chocolate cake too.

This is just like me.

The cake melted smoothly in my mouth.

After finishing the dessert, I sprawled back on the sofa.

Crackle crackle. Who knew the sound of the fireplace burning could sound so cozy.

It was peaceful.

I don’t want to admit it, but this confined life seems to suit me surprisingly well.

However….

“I want to go out.”

“That’s not allowed.”

This is the biggest problem.

Pretending to grant everything I want, when the very existence of this place tramples on my will.

“I just said it because I felt stuffy.”

At my excuse-like words, Yurta looked relieved.

He naturally sat down next to me. When he sat, the sofa sank deeply to one side.

“It’s nice being together with you like this, Sister.”

“So it seems.”

It was a quiet afternoon.

Though my body was comfortable, my insides were rotting away.

Yurta didn’t leave my side for even a moment.

Like a baby bird calling for its mother, he kept calling “Sister, Sister” beside me, and I can’t describe how annoying it was.

Just when my patience for playing the good sister act was reaching its limit.

“Lord Yurta! The knights of Evantes have attacked!”

An urgent voice came from outside.

Yurta, who had been buried in the sofa and pleasantly clinging to me, frowned and sat up.

“An attack?”

“Yes. That’s right. You need to come quickly right now.”

“There’s no way Evantes knights could come all the way here… That’s strange.”

Despite the urgent knight’s words, Yurta didn’t move immediately and muttered to himself.

Then he looked back at me with a troubled expression.

“Go ahead and see. It’s urgent business.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Leaving those words, Yurta left the room.

He doesn’t need to come back at all.

Once Yurta left, I muttered to myself.

I casually scanned the room with my eyes.

Before I knew it, white snow was falling outside.

In the past, I would have gotten up to take a look, but now I didn’t have the energy for that.

Was it because I barely escaped from Rihardt only to meet Yurta, or because my stamina had been pushed to its limit and my body was exhausted?

Right now I just wanted to lie still and rest.

There wasn’t really any other option anyway.

‘Whether it’s Yurta or Arzen.’

It’s like the difference between curry-flavored shit and shit-flavored curry.

Thud.

As I was lying listlessly sprawled on the sofa, I heard a sound from somewhere.

When I turned my gaze in that direction, it was toward the window.

I think I heard some sound from over there, but am I mistaken?

However, my body had already risen from the sofa.

I instinctively looked for something that could serve as a weapon and gripped it in my hand.

The cold touch of glass met my hand. The vase would make a decent weapon.

As I turned my gaze back toward the window, thud, I heard the same sound from before again.

It seemed like someone was outside.

But this is the 4th floor.

Perhaps worried that I might escape through the window, Yurta had brought me to the 4th floor.

Even so, fearing I might go crazy and jump out the window, he had prepared windows that absolutely wouldn’t open.

Thud. The sound came again.

It sounded like it was coming from the outer wall, but not knowing what it was made it frustrating.

‘Should I call Yurta?’

I wasn’t very inclined to do so.

Having no choice, I approached the window while gripping the vase tightly.

The cold air seeping through the window cracks felt like it was creeping up from my toes.

I thought it would be fine since there were bars installed, that I’d be safe, but at that moment a hand suddenly shot up from below with a flash.

“…!”

I was startled and stepped back.

As I thought, someone was outside. I opened my mouth to scream, but the ‘hand’ grabbed the window bars.

And finally the owner of the hand showed their face.

But it was hard to see clearly because of the robe covering them. A suspicious person.

There should be knights waiting outside, so I should scream right now….

At that moment, the man removed his hood.

Dark brown hair and red eyes. How could I forget that handsome face?

I quickly closed my mouth.

“…Dillen?”

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