The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 112

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Episode 112

Arzen had been searching for me for 3 years.

I couldn’t understand why he had searched for me so obsessively.

Because he failed to stop Rihardt from escaping?

“Roji…”

Calling my name languidly, Arzen grabbed my chin.

Despite his leisurely-sounding voice, there was force in his grip, making my chin hurt.

Arzen lifted my head up to fix my gaze. He made me look only at him.

“Roji.”

Why do you keep calling me.

“You should answer, Roji.”

“…Yes, Count.”

Crazy bastard.

“Good girl, Roji.”

“…”

“You were good 3 years ago too, but you hit me in the back of the head and ran away.”

What nonsense is that?

When did I ever hit you in the back of the head.

Don’t tell me he’s describing my escape as being hit in the back of the head?

Though I was dumbfounded, I didn’t bother opening my mouth to defend myself.

Because I know Arzen’s insane temperament well.

He doesn’t like it when those he considers beneath him speak carelessly.

“Still, since you’ve been caught by me, it would be best not to dream of escaping again.”

Crazy bastard.

* * *

What’s going to happen from now on.

Captured as a criminal, I was dragged straight to Arzen’s room.

Tied up tightly and forced to kneel, I had to look up at Arzen sitting comfortably on the sofa.

I didn’t like how he was looking at me with boredom.

“Now that we’re alone, shall we have a proper conversation.”

“…”

“Roji, Shabrina. Both were fake identities. What’s your real identity?”

He grabbed and lifted my chin.

He probably investigated me thoroughly. There’s no point in telling him pointless lies here.

“My real name is also Roji.”

His eyes showed disbelief.

Ah, what am I supposed to do.

“Then why did you deceive about your identity? What was your purpose in entering the Count’s Manor?”

“…Rather than saying I deceived my identity and entered the Count’s Manor with some purpose, it’s more accurate to say I got a job at the Count’s Manor to make a living with a changed identity.”

What grand purpose could Rose have had.

Arzen still had eyes that found the answer unsatisfactory.

“How did you know about my curse,”

“…”

Because I saw it in a novel.

“I know what you told me before was a lie. When I investigated the region you mentioned, there was no one afflicted with such a curse.”

What is Arzen talking about right now?

To remember what he was trying to say, I had to trace back my memories from 3 years ago.

【It seemed to have good efficacy in calming the seizures when applied during each episode. Someone with this pattern in my hometown did that.】

【I came from the edge of the Empire.】

Ah. Come to think of it, I had told such lies to deceive Arzen.

Since I was planning to escape anyway, even if he investigated later, I mentioned a distant place so it would take the longest time…

Wait. Then…

Was the reason he chased me for 3 years not because Rihardt escaped, but because of that curse?

“I hate lies, Roji.”

…He warned me as if telling me to tell the truth, but I had no story to tell him.

“Well… it doesn’t matter.”

It doesn’t matter?

Arzen’s smile was ominous beyond measure.

Sure enough, he began unbuttoning his clothes in front of me.

Why are you suddenly taking off your clothes?

Are you crazy?

Soon fabric fell to the floor and his pretty muscular body was revealed.

The moment I tried to turn my head away in confusion, Arzen got up from the sofa.

I instinctively wanted to step back, but my body was tied up tight so I couldn’t retreat.

As I watched with anxious eyes, Arzen picked up a knife.

“…Count?”

“Stay still.”

What on earth are you trying to do…

Don’t tell me you’re going to kill me for saying I don’t know?

“Wai…”

I tried to call him with an urgent voice belatedly, but Arzen cut the rope that was binding my body.

What are you doing?

“Follow me.”

Arzen moved to the bed.

He picked up a box by the bedside and handed it to me.

“What is this?”

“Open it.”

The moment I opened the box at his words, a terrible herbal smell wafted up. It was a familiar scent that was suffocating.

“It’s the herb you applied to me 3 years ago.”

“…Why do you have this.”

“Apply it, Roji.”

What on earth are you thinking?

I almost grimaced from the absurdity.

I really don’t understand any of this, but I need to please Arzen, so I should do what he tells me to do for now.

I silently climbed onto Arzen’s bed.

As he instructed, I applied the herb to the place where the pattern was carved, just like 3 years ago.

‘I don’t think it was this big back then.’

The curse pattern seemed to have become darker and larger than 3 years ago.

Looking at that pattern reminded me of Dillen.

“…I’ve applied it.”

When I finished what I had to do and withdrew my hand, a faint smile appeared on Arzen’s lips at that moment.

“…Ah.”

A short breath-like sound flowed from between his lips. It was an excessively languid, pleased-sounding noise.

“Ahahaha!”

At the sudden burst of laughter, I stiffened in surprise.

It was a rough and honest laugh, unlike his usual aristocratic smile.

“So it was you.”

Words whose meaning I couldn’t understand flowed out.

“Right. How could this damn curse be affected by such a trivial connection?”

Arzen’s gaze pierced straight down at me. At those eyes that could only be described as madness, chills spread up my spine.

“Roji, let me make you a proposal.”

Unable to guess what he might say, my heart beat rapidly.

Arzen’s green eyes curved gently.

It was a pleasant smile, rarely seen on his usually stoic face.

“Get engaged to me.”

…What?

At that moment, I almost blurted out loud asking if he was crazy. The words I barely swallowed got stuck in my throat.

“…I don’t understand what you mean so suddenly.”

“Was asking you to get engaged such difficult words?”

His tone was far too nonchalant.

Because of that, my brain processing was a beat slower.

“Ah, right. Roji, did you say you wanted to marry someone you love?”

When did I ever?

I tried to trace back Arzen’s words. However, no such memory came to mind.

Why does he naturally assume I would remember every detail from three years ago?

How does Arzen even remember such trivial things in the first place…?

“Being by my side wouldn’t be too bad for you either.”

“…”

“As Count Evantes’ fiancée, you would also gain that much power. Wouldn’t it be good for Seiblain’s future as well as for you?”

Arzen’s words seemed to have no flaws, but…

I don’t like him. Also, I wasn’t particularly interested in power.

“But I need you, Roji.”

“Count, I…”

“Very much.”

Before I could finish speaking, Arzen interrupted first.

His grinning face was excessively gentle… and therefore more ominous.

“It would be best not to refuse.”

* * *

The room in the northern castle was spacious, but the thick stone walls held the cold.

I remained standing in place, unable to move for a while.

【…Please give me time to think.】

At my words, Arzen smiled.

【It’s not even a difficult matter.】

He acted as if the conclusion was already decided.

‘Could I escape?’

I turned my head and surveyed the room.

One door, one window. Simple furniture. Outside the window led to high castle walls and a snow-covered courtyard. It would be over the moment I jumped down.

Even if I managed to save my life, this was the north. No roads, no people, no place to hide.

I grabbed the door handle just in case. Since escaping through the window would be impossible…

‘Huh.’

The door handle turned.

I looked around. There wasn’t even a knight guarding the door.

I wasn’t locked up. I could leave the room anytime.

‘I guess I’ve gotten too used to confinement lately…’

These crazy lunatics.

Though I could leave anytime, I let go of the door handle and returned to the window. It would be useless to go out anyway.

【…What happens if I refuse?】

【It would be hard to forgive the fact that Baron Seiblain hid a criminal.】

He threatened me by mentioning Michelle.

【Though you know my secret, the reason I’m keeping you alive is because I need you.】

【…】

【I’m showing you great mercy.】

Mercy?

I don’t know what mercy means, but seeing how he captured and confined Rihardt without reason, leaving me alone might really be Arzen’s version of mercy.

【But you’d better remember that my patience has reached its limit after enduring for three years.】

My head throbbed.

Frost had settled lightly on the window. The cold night air seemed to seep through the glass.

That’s when it happened.

A commotion arose from outside the window. Instinctively, I couldn’t take my eyes off the window.

Strangely, one side of my chest grew cold. An inexplicable sense of déjà vu slowly crawled up my back.

And soon, the familiar figure of a man came into view outside the window.

His hair whipped roughly in the fierce wind. Even in the wind mixed with snow, it was a silhouette I could recognize at once.

…Yurta.

He had come.

* * *

Both before and now, bugs swarmed around Rose.

Yurta didn’t like that.

So he tried to kill that damn holy knight or his own brother right here.

Everything was irritating.

If Evantes and the northern knights hadn’t burst into the forest, the fight would have continued until someone was on the verge of death.

Yurta traced the long wound on his face with his finger.

His eyes grew coldly sunken as he recalled the sword Dillen had thrust.

“I need to hurry and get Sister…”

Dealing with those damn bastards comes later.

The most important thing is just bringing Rose back.

“Lord Yurta! This is terrible!”

Then a knight rushed urgently to Yurta.

“What’s wrong?”

“Count Evantes has taken Lady Rose!”

“What?”

Damn it…

The situation had become thoroughly tangled.

Poor Rose. To be captured by such a madman. She must be trembling with fear by now.

Despite the knights’ attempts to stop him, Yurta hurriedly went to the northern castle.

Rose was there.

“Prince Herthas, where are you coming from?”

The count of the northern castle looked surprised seeing Yurta with such fierce momentum.

Yurta had entered thoroughly as a guest of the north.

That way would be more convenient for rescuing Rose when any situation arose.

“Was there some urgent matter?”

“It’s nothing the Count needs to worry about. It was nothing serious.”

Time was of the essence now.

Yurta gave a perfunctory answer to the count and hurriedly entered the castle to find Rose.

Where is Rose…!

As he ran urgently, a brain-numbing fragrance brushed past his nose.

Rose…!

Yurta ran toward the direction of the scent.

Rose was sitting on the castle wall, brushing down her pink hair.

Why is Rose there?

I heard she was dragged away by Count Evantes…

“…Sister.”

Rose turned to look at him.

Her pink hair fluttered in the wind.

The snow continued to fall without stopping. The vivid pink hair fluttering in the harsh wind and snowflakes was beautiful.

“Yurta.”

Calling his name, Rose curved her eyes.

Sister had smiled at him.

That fact and her blindingly beautiful smile made Yurta’s chest swell with emotion.

“Why are you sitting in such a place? It’s dangerous, Sister.”

“Yurta.”

“Yes.”

She called to him while sitting on the castle wall, showing no intention of coming down.

Yurta listened attentively as if ready to pay close attention to her words.

She spoke while smiling more brightly than ever.

“I’m getting engaged.”

“…”

“To Count Evantes.”

Rose smiled brightly as if extremely happy.

Yurta’s insides rotted black.

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