The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 113

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Episode 113

I sat down on the castle wall, hoping the cold, swirling snowflakes would cool my heated head.

Sure enough, Yurta had come looking for me.

‘I guess I really hate you.’

Strangely, whenever I saw Yurta, it felt like a terrible lump was crawling up my esophagus. It was utterly disgusting.

But now I found myself laughing.

“I’m getting engaged.”

At the thought of seeing his twisted expression.

* * *

Engaged?

What did Rose just say?

“…What do you mean, Sister?”

“Exactly what I said. Count Evantes proposed to me.”

“…”

Yurta couldn’t accept the current situation.

“…Sister, you’re joking, right?”

“Joking?”

“Such a cruel joke isn’t funny.”

“Why would I joke with you?”

Rose’s red lips curved.

It was an enchanting and beautiful smile, but Yurta, watching her, felt heat rising beneath his eyes.

If those words were true, he had no confidence he could maintain his sanity.

“Did Count Evantes threaten you, Sister?”

“Threaten?”

“Yes. I think I understand now.”

Yurta smiled brightly as he walked toward Rose, who was sitting on the castle wall.

Poor Sister.

Just like back in Herthas, without him, Sister was still powerless.

“Sister, you were threatened by Count Evantes.”

His lips trembled as he repeated the same words as if he finally understood. He absolutely couldn’t accept it.

He was terribly afraid to uncover the truth he had kept buried.

Rose looked at such Yurta with dry eyes.

“Don’t you want to believe I was threatened?”

The corners of Rose’s mouth lifted diagonally as if mocking him.

“Unfortunately, you’re mistaken.”

She lightly shattered Yurta’s delusion.

Yurta frowned.

Just moments ago, she had definitely asked him to save her.

But now Rose smiled vividly in the swirling snowflakes.

As if the moonlight in the dark night sky illuminated only Rose, she filled Yurta’s vision.

“Actually, I’ve had a crush on Count Evantes since three years ago.”

“…”

“Maybe that dream is coming true?”

It was a story like a dreaming girl’s, but he knew it was just mockery directed at him.

Rose, who hated him terribly, would try to tear at his heart in any way possible.

“…Your joke goes too far.”

“Right. It’s actually a joke. But the engagement part is sincere.”

“Do you think I’ll just stand by and watch?”

“Is that all you know how to say?”

Rose looked at Yurta as if he were ridiculous.

“What if I go crazy and kidnap you? Why are you acting like this?”

“Go back to the capital.”

Yurta frowned.

He didn’t like what his sister had been saying since earlier.

It seemed like she on the castle wall might disappear along with the swirling snowflakes.

He finally couldn’t hold back and reached out to her.

He grabbed Rose’s arm and met her gaze directly.

“Sister, you belong to me.”

“…”

“So engagement is impossible.”

As those words ended, a brief silence flowed. Snowflakes swept across the castle wall.

Rose looked at Yurta in that silence, then burst into light laughter as if it were nothing.

“Really, you…”

It was a smile that seemed about to crumble. Fragile as if it might break, yet cruelly beautiful laughter. It seemed like the viewer’s heart might stop for a moment.

“Never once do you exceed expectations.”

Rose raised her unrestrained hand and lightly poked his chest.

Though the force from her fingertip was weak, pain arose as if his heart had been pierced by a sharp spear.

“You said you’d change.”

After taking a short breath, she continued calmly.

“But you’re still forceful.”

Her gaze swept over Yurta’s face. There was no blame or anger.

“I don’t really know what’s different about you.”

“Sister…”

Yurta’s lips trembled slightly. He wanted to deny those words.

If you would stay by my side, I could change.

But you won’t even give me a chance.

Surge. The emotions that had been submerged for so long rose all at once like a collapsed dam. The inside of his chest burned hot.

Then Rose raised her hand and stroked Yurta’s cheek.

He looked at her in surprise. Rose’s hand was cold, as if she had been sitting on the castle wall for a long time.

“Are you upset?”

Her voice was gentle and soft.

“Yurta.”

“…Sister.”

“I’m sorry for getting angry.”

At those words, the surging emotions instantly subsided. The anger and resentment became blurred.

The strength left Yurta’s face. He didn’t want to lose this warmth.

“Sister.”

He slowly knelt down. With his lowered gaze, he looked up at Rose desperately.

Rose looked down at him, still smiling gently.

However, there was no warmth in the pink eyes that held him. As if emotions were trapped beyond a glass wall, only coldness lingered around them.

Knowing the reason made it hard to breathe.

At the same time, he wanted to cry.

Rose was still trapped in ‘that incident.’

And he too remained unable to escape from that incident.

“…It wasn’t like that.”

His voice was cracked.

“What?”

“It wasn’t me.”

He wrapped his arms around Rose’s waist. Clinging desperately, as if she would shatter if he let go. He tightened his grip as if trying to confirm the warmth of her body in his embrace.

Nonsensical pleas flowed out, low and quiet.

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Why is he suddenly acting like this?

I was quite flustered.

I couldn’t understand Yurta, who was suddenly making incomprehensible pleas like a child in my arms.

‘Is it because I was cold to him?’

Since Yurta was a lunatic, I tried not to provoke his temper whenever possible.

I thought it was best to treat him as kindly as possible, but strangely, whenever I saw him, irritation and disgust would surge up on their own.

I belatedly came to my senses and switched to a kind attitude, but…

“…When will you trust me?”

This is what I get.

Why is he acting like this?

What on earth happened between him and Rose? I couldn’t figure it out and felt frustrated.

“Yurta, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Tell me in detail.”

I suppressed my irritation as much as possible and lifted his head.

Then Yurta looked at me.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re acting like this because of ‘that incident,’ aren’t you? Is the engagement also because of that?”

‘That incident?’

Come to think of it, he said incomprehensible things three years ago too.

I suddenly remembered the moment long ago when Rihardt escaped.

I met Yurta while coming down the stairs of the Evantes Estate.

He said he would help me, and I refused.

【Sorry, but I don’t need your help.】

What did Yurta say when I said that?

【Is it because of what happened ‘back then’?】

【…What exactly do I have to do for you to forgive me, Sister?】

A past buried between Rose and Yurta that I didn’t know about.

That fact turned my stomach once again. Along with inexplicable fatigue, bile slowly rose up.

“…That incident.”

I took a breath and opened my mouth. In as calm a tone as possible, so as not to sound sharp.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Explain it to me, Yurta.”

He couldn’t say anything for a while.

Like someone whose throat was blocked, he swallowed and contorted his face. His eyes shook anxiously before finally turning toward me.

“…Sister, it really wasn’t me.”

“…”

“It wasn’t me…”

The more he repeated his words, the thinner his voice became. It sounded like an excuse he was repeating to himself.

He looked trapped in shackles, caught in inescapable bonds.

Seeing him like that, the disgust within me receded for a moment. Instead, inexplicable curiosity raised its head.

What on earth made this person like this?

“Tell me, Yurta.”

I know this.

When I treat him this gently, Yurta can never refuse me.

He only moved his lips for a while. After swallowing his words several times, he finally lowered his head with a pained expression.

Like a prisoner pierced by thorns finally choosing confession.

“I…”

He let out a short breath with a painfully contorted face.

“You resent me because I killed ‘that woman.'”

At that moment, the room became as quiet as if the air had frozen.

The moment I heard his words, my mind went blank for a moment. My thoughts were cut off as if someone had hit me hard on the back of the head.

What is he talking about right now?

It took time to digest what those words meant.

Who was that? When did this happen? Questions arose one after another in my head. I instinctively wanted to ask more.

But there was no time for that.

Yurta suddenly burrowed into my arms.

Unable to handle his emotions, he leaned against me with their full weight. His body was trembling slightly.

“I… really didn’t, Sister.”

The voice I heard by my ear was too close, and even his breathing was unstable.

“I killed her but… no, I didn’t kill her. I didn’t kill her.”

His words became tangled and lost their coherence.

“I didn’t kill her.”

He clung like a child, repeating meaningless denials. It seemed like a plea for salvation.

Confused by this completely different side of Yurta than I had ever known, I stood still for a while, unable to push him away.

How much time had passed?

As his breathing gradually calmed down, Yurta slowly pulled away.

He steadied his ragged breathing and pulled himself together. The air in the room had settled heavily.

“…Don’t go through with that engagement.”

It was a different voice from before. Low and firm.

“What if I refuse?”

At my question, Yurta’s gaze fixed straight on me.

“I’ll stop it by any means necessary.”

That voice wasn’t a hand holding onto me, but a force pushing me toward a cliff’s edge.

Only then did I realize.

We had already crossed an irreversible precipice.

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