The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 121

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Episode 121

As the transparent liquid touched his skin, Yurta screamed and collapsed on the spot.

“…Haah, Sister.”

Seeming to be in considerable pain, he hugged his own body and writhed like a trampled insect.

Strangely, watching that sight even made me feel a sense of satisfaction.

Even though I had never enjoyed seeing people suffer before.

How strange indeed.

Why do I dislike you so much?

“…Why.”

Yurta asked, seeming bewildered.

“Dillen suffered just like you.”

I don’t even know why I’m this angry about Dillen’s situation when I’ve only seen him a few times.

Indeed, when I get involved with these people, I only end up acting abnormally.

“You still have no intention of lifting the curse?”

“…”

He didn’t answer.

“Both Dillen and you are so stubborn. In a bad way, of course.”

“…That damn Dillen.”

Yurta buried his face in the snow and muttered as if fed up.

Soon his body trembled finely.

When he raised his head, I realized he wasn’t trembling simply from pain.

Yurta’s eyes were red.

“What do you have to be so sad about?”

You and I can never be victims.

“…If I had been cursed by Dillen instead, you wouldn’t have gone this far for me, would you Sister?”

Why does he ask questions about things that will never happen?

It’s all pointless.

I no longer wanted to continue talking with Yurta.

As I tried to step away, he grabbed my ankle.

And looked at me with fierce eyes.

“…Did you think I would let you go so easily, Sister?”

While complaining of pain as if his whole body was burning, he gripped even tighter as if to bind me.

“Let go, Yurta.”

“…You planned this from the beginning, didn’t you Sister?”

“I’m sorry for using you. But I don’t think I’ll regret it.”

I roughly pulled my ankle free from his grasp.

“It’s only fair that you feel it too.”

I turned my back without hesitation on the beast with a wounded expression.

You have no right to be hurt.

“Sister, you’re being deceived!”

Then Yurta shouted as if making a last desperate attempt.

“Do you think Dillen is as good as you believe him to be?”

I stopped walking.

“At least I showed you all my worst sides, but you don’t know how evil that bastard is.”

Is he trying to drive a wedge between us?

But does he know? Even in this moment, badmouthing others makes him look truly ugly.

“Everyone has a dark side. Why wouldn’t Dillen have duality and contradictory aspects too?”

“…You really only see what you want to see and hear what you want to hear.”

“It’s not that I only want to hear certain things, but I don’t trust the words of someone who curses his own brother.”

Yurta seemed to want to say something more to me, but it only looked like nonsense to my eyes.

It was the limitation of a relationship built entirely on distrust without even shallow trust.

“You’ll find out someday too, Sister.”

Even while dying, he spoke with force in his voice.

“That Dillen is absolutely not someone you can trust.”

Well. As if you’re any better.

I sneered at Yurta.

I didn’t listen to his nonsense anymore and started walking.

After cursing his own brother and throwing him into burning agony.

To tell me not to trust the brother he cursed so helplessly. I was simply astounded.

I left Yurta behind and wandered through the forest.

I wanted to turn around and check how far I’d gotten from Yurta, but I didn’t dare in case he was still within my sight.

I just walked silently.

Seeing that Yurta hadn’t been able to follow me so far, the drug’s effect seemed both strong and long-lasting.

“It should be around here.”

The place I promised to meet the Count.

If you enter the forest and start running straight, you’ll come to a crossroads.

The Count told me to take the right path.

Then there would be a noticeably large tree that seemed to pierce the sky, where I was to meet the Count’s knights.

Since Rihardt put on that crazy charade of framing me as a demon worshipper, shouldn’t I play along too?

‘I just need to say I’m also a victim.’

I could say I was kidnapped by demon worshippers and nearly killed.

I had also roughly decided on the reason why demon worshippers would target me.

Evantes has been loyal to the royal family for generations, a family that has given great power to the imperial house. They have been the main pillar supporting imperial authority for ages.

Demon worshippers naturally don’t like the royal family that rejects them.

So if I made up that they tried to harm me, Arzen’s fiancée, as a warning, wouldn’t that make a quite plausible reason?

After all, they don’t act rationally to begin with.

‘The Count’s knights should come to get me soon.’

【Please send knights that the Count trusts. And have them testify that I was severely injured when they found me.】

I had asked the Count to do that.

I was planning to put on my own charade roughly like that.

How truly bothersome.

I pushed aside dry branches with my hand and looked around. How much further do I need to go?

At that moment, I heard the dull sound of a tree branch being stepped on and breaking behind me.

Sensing a presence I hadn’t felt until now, I turned around in surprise.

Had Yurta followed me?

But when I looked back, no one was there.

Only dry branches swaying bleakly in the wind.

‘Did I sense it wrong because I became too sensitive?’

That could be it.

I turned around again and continued toward my destination.

Before long, I heard the rustling sound of clothing brushing against grass blades behind me and the sound of kicked dirt rolling on the ground.

Then snap. A clear sound echoed through the forest as if another branch had been stepped on.

‘It’s not my imagination.’

Someone is following me?

Who could it be?

I secretly drew the self-defense knife I had hidden in my clothes and turned around.

As expected. There was no one behind me.

Then what the hell is it?

【The northern lands are cold and barren, so the forests are no different. There’s nothing particularly worth digging for, so hardly anyone enters them.】

So the Count had asserted that we wouldn’t meet anyone on the way to the meeting place.

Then who on earth…

An ominous feeling crept over me, and I immediately thought I should run away.

Just as I was about to look straight ahead and run, a white hand suddenly shot out from thin air.

“Ah!”

It happened so suddenly that I couldn’t offer any resistance and just fell over.

The assailant didn’t miss that opportunity and rushed at me.

I tried to escape even by crawling, but the assailant grabbed my neck first.

I couldn’t move at all.

Wearing a robe that covered their entire body, only the lower part of their face was barely visible. I had no idea who it could be.

“Ugh, urk… Let go! Gah!”

When I screamed to let go, the assailant began roughly strangling my neck.

I clawed at the assailant’s hands and struggled to break free, but they wouldn’t budge.

My breath was cut off and my mind began to turn white.

That’s when I saw a fallen sword in my field of vision.

I somehow reached out my hand to try to pick up the fallen sword.

The assailant put more force into it and leaned their upper body forward as if to definitively cut off my breath.

At that moment, I saw hair flowing out from the gap in the woman’s hood.

‘Pink…?’

The exact same color as mine.

Why?

At that moment, the image of the physician and nobles from Persen Estate being surprised the moment they saw me flashed through my mind.

No way. My heart sank with an ominous premonition. I held onto my fading consciousness and reached out with trembling hands to pull off the woman’s hood.

Flutter.

The hood fell back and moonlight illuminated the woman’s face. I froze without even being able to scream.

A face I knew all too well.

A face I could never not recognize was here.

At the same time, a face that shouldn’t be here.

It was so shocking that I even forgot the fact that I needed to escape from the moment of death.

Vivid terror crawled up my entire body.

“…Did you enjoy using my body all this time?”

That voice was chilling.

“Then die.”

* * *

“She didn’t come?”

At the Count’s gloomy words, the knights silently nodded their heads.

They had waited for hours at the promised location, but Roji didn’t come.

Had some problem occurred?

“Let’s wait a bit longer. For now, secretly deploy search teams.”

I hope she’s just running late.

The Count hoped his wish would come true.

However, one day passed, and even after two days passed, Roji was not found.

Not anywhere.

And then problems erupted from another direction.

“Count! The Demon Worshippers have invaded!”

* * *

Rihardt became anxious.

He had intuited that the plan was going strangely awry from the moment Roji ran away.

However, even in the situation where Demon Worshippers had invaded, she was still missing.

He didn’t know what relationship the Demon Worshippers had with Roji.

That’s why he was even more anxious.

Had the Demon Worshippers taken her?

All sorts of theories overflowed in his mind. Eventually, Rihardt left the estate.

To find Roji.

Even then, he never imagined he would discover her corpse.

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