The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 120

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Episode 120

“What can I do to help you?”

I expected him to refuse, but the Count readily answered.

“How can you answer so readily when you don’t even know what I’ll ask of you?”

“Didn’t I tell you before? If you need help, call on me anytime.”

The Count acted as if he would help me no matter what I said.

“Please tell me anything.”

His face truly showed he wanted to help me.

After finishing my conversation with the Count, I returned to my room. I noticed something had changed in the room from before I left to now.

‘Did I leave the window open when I went out?’

That was absolutely impossible.

The North was cold to begin with, so I never opened the windows.

Sure enough, there was something placed on the windowsill.

When I approached to check, there was a bottle containing some unknown liquid with a note placed underneath it.

[If Yurta does anything strange, pour this on him.

It’s supposedly a drug that causes extreme rejection reactions when it touches a transcendent.]

Dillen, perhaps.

Though no name was written on the note, there was no one else who would do such a thing.

“There’s actually such a drug?”

Even if it existed, most of these things came from the Cursed Land, so it would be hard to obtain.

“Sister.”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear – I heard Yurta’s voice from outside the door.

You’re no gentleman either, it seems.

I crumpled up Dillen’s note and threw it away.

Sorry, Dillen. I need Yurta right now.

When I opened the door, I came face to face with red eyes filled with desire like pomegranate seeds.

The man with sculptural features smiled a picture-perfect smile as soon as he saw me.

However, when I embraced him as if pouncing on him, his composure completely shattered.

I rested my head against Yurta’s chest.

As our two bodies pressed together without any gap, Yurta’s breathing became labored as if he was struggling to maintain his reason.

After quietly listening to the sound of his quickened heartbeat, I soon lifted my head.

“Help me, Yurta.”

“…Sister.”

He inhaled as if summoning his patience.

“Save me.”

“…”

“Right now, you’re the only one who can save me.”

“…Sister.”

His voice boiled with desire as if he could barely contain it. But I paid no heed and drove in the final nail.

“Kidnap me.”

Finally, his reason snapped completely.

He grasped my shoulders with trembling hands.

With a burning voice, his eyes trembling finely, he whispered.

“If that’s what Sister wants.”

* * *

After Roji left, Rihardt fell into thought.

“Grand Master, could you tell us what happened during the attack?”

The priests cornered him and bombarded him with questions, but Rihardt didn’t answer.

“Is there perhaps something wrong with your throat?”

As if.

Even if his regenerative ability had declined, he was still a transcendent. His wounds had healed considerably.

When Rihardt showed no signs of speaking, the priests seemed to think there was something wrong with his body.

However, he wasn’t paying any attention to the priests at all.

When he was betrayed by Roji and fled to the Cursed Land, Rihardt had stood at death’s door.

At that time, Rihardt had certainly been filled with rage.

He hated the woman who had whispered only sweet words with her serpent’s tongue before pushing him to the edge of a cliff. How could he not resent her?

He had been swept up in the emotions of that day of betrayal for quite a long time.

‘Why did I trust her?’

He always pondered the same worry while remaining stuck in the same place.

He kept retracing that time over and over again.

Those three years felt long and endless.

The battlefield was a continuous series of horrific scenes where people died.

Being in that place, he remembered the gentle voice that had asked if he was okay three years ago and the warm embrace that had held him.

Only that lingered in his mind.

It was enough time for emotions like vengeance to disappear as if they had been mere illusions.

Yes. He had to admit it.

Though the time spent at Count Evantes’ Mansion hadn’t been particularly good, that woman he had discovered within it stirred quite a bit of emotion in him.

Three years.

Memories tend to be beautified, and anger gradually faded.

Only the thought that he simply wanted to see her remained.

When they met again…

Should he just forgive her?

When he harbored such thoughts, he was standing in the middle of a battlefield covered in blood from head to toe.

The enemy forces were annihilated, and the war had finally come to an end.

The clean sword that had once reflected silver light was now dulled from cutting through flesh hundreds and thousands of times, stained with blood.

Somehow, he felt disgusted with himself.

He had never enjoyed slaughter by nature. Rather, he disliked it.

The smell of blood in particular was sickening and the stench made his head ring.

He thought again. Why had he crawled into such a quagmire?

If she had kept her promise and not betrayed him, he wouldn’t have been in this place.

Indeed, he didn’t want to forgive her easily.

Having endured in this place while engaging in slaughter he didn’t particularly like, he wanted her to return that time to him.

After three years had passed like that, he met the woman.

At the end of his long patience, what he felt was that the woman was too lovely.

The woman trying to deceive him while wearing a straw-colored brown wig was absurd yet quite adorable.

Certainly, he must have gone completely mad.

Though his resentment hadn’t disappeared, only the desire to embrace the woman remained, enough to push those feelings aside.

So you shouldn’t say you’re getting engaged to Count Evantes here.

Of course, Rihardt knew too. It was all behavior brought on by his selfishness.

But what if he was selfish?

He absolutely had to get that woman in his hands.

He wanted to know what he had dreamed of during those three years.

He wanted to know just what kind of ripples she caused in him, enough to gauge that weight.

“Grand Master! Something terrible has happened!”

At that moment, another priest burst into his room.

His eyebrows rose slightly at the unwelcome voice that interrupted his thoughts, and then the priest made a shocking statement.

“Count Evantes’ fiancée has disappeared!”

* * *

Anyone would be flustered by my sudden request to run away with me, but Yurta followed my words without a moment’s hesitation.

Of course, there was some back and forth.

【Please wait a moment, Sister. Let me prepare quickly…】

【No. We have to go right now.】

I tightened my arms around him and whispered as if sobbing.

【You must have heard about what happened today. That’s why you came to find me.】

【…I was just worried about you, Sister.】

【Right. Of course.】

I muttered bitterly.

Then Yurta patted my back soothingly.

【Sister, you’re not like that. This kind of trap is…】

【I am like that.】

Yurta looked flustered.

【…I was so panicked then that I couldn’t handle it and just ran away. That’s why I need to escape right now.】

Upon hearing those words, Yurta immediately carried me and escaped from the castle.

Being a transcendent, he swiftly left the castle without being detected by anyone.

That’s why I chose Yurta.

And so, presently.

Yurta carried me and fled deep into the northern forest.

The snow-covered forest was freezing cold. I exhaled white breath and thought.

‘This should be far enough.’

Yurta’s usefulness ended once he got me out of the castle without being detected by anyone.

I glanced up at him.

Pale white skin, ruby-red eyes. Yurta also had quite outstanding looks.

At this point, I was curious about the faces of the parents who passed such genes to Dillen and Yurta.

‘No, wait. Is this really the time to be distracted by faces?’

I shook my head and hurriedly came to my senses.

“Sister?”

Yurta looked at me with confusion.

“It’s nothing.”

I looked around.

After running for quite a while in his arms, the northern castle was no longer visible.

“That’s enough, Yurta. Put me down now.”

“We need to go further, Sister.”

“I know. But I’ll walk on my own feet. We’ve already come far enough.”

He seemed reluctant, but eventually put me down.

His attitude was much gentler than before. Was it because I chose him in this moment?

When I thought about it then, I considered Yurta to be perfect.

He was the person who could get me out of the northern castle in the shortest time without being detected.

That’s why I chose him.

Of course, there was another bigger reason. A reason why it had to be him.

“Yurta.”

A fierce wind blew.

“The curse you put on Dillen, what exactly is it?”

Dillen. When that name came up, his gentle eyes turned cold.

“Dillen suffers when he’s in the same space as me.”

“…Even at this moment, is it still about Dillen for you, Sister?”

He asked helplessly, then looked at me with eyes that seemed to realize something.

“Don’t tell me you asked me for this favor for that reason? Because of Dillen?”

“…”

“I see I’m right since you can’t answer.”

“Yurta, Dillen is your brother.”

At that moment, he frowned as if he’d heard something unbearable.

“How can you put a curse on your own brother? Are you in your right mind?”

“You should have chosen me from the beginning, Sister. Instead of going to Dillen.”

There’s that again.

Yurta looked hurt even by his own words.

It was a pitiful sight, but I absolutely wouldn’t be swayed by that wretchedness.

Because there were more pitiful things beside me, and I truly knew what real pitifulness was.

How dare the one who cursed make such a face while leaving the cursed one behind.

It only added to my disillusionment with Yurta.

“What curse did you put on Dillen?”

He pressed his lips together as if he had no intention of telling me.

I expected as much, but…

“You’ll never lift the curse, will you?”

Yurta’s red eyes flashed.

“Why would I lift the curse? For whose benefit?”

He spoke as if spitting blood and smiled cruelly.

“Come to think of it, this is the first time Sister has chosen me.”

He seemed lost in thought for a moment, as if savoring his own words.

“If it weren’t for the curse, Sister would have chosen Dillen today, wouldn’t you?”

“…No. I would have chosen you.”

I gave Yurta the answer he wanted, but it wasn’t true. If Dillen hadn’t been suffering, I wouldn’t have chosen Yurta.

As he said, I would have asked Dillen.

From my perspective, wasn’t Dillen better than the repulsive Yurta, even if I felt a little sorry?

“That can’t be true.”

Yurta seemed to know that fact well and denied my words.

He made an expression as if lamenting his own miserable situation, then burst into laughter.

“I should have done this from the beginning.”

“…”

“Then Sister would never have gone to Dillen even once.”

I was disgusted once again by his attitude that showed not even a hint of regret.

When I betrayed him, did I appear as selfish to Rihardt as this?

Though I had babbled whatever came to mind in my panic, I at least felt regret.

But Yurta did not.

“You always have to have things your way to be satisfied.”

“….”

Yurta remained silent.

He would never break Dillen’s curse.

“Fine. I understand.”

Without hesitation, I sprayed the liquid that Dillen had given me, which I had been hiding.

You can writhe in agony too.

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