The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 154

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Episode 154

“What?”

As expected, he doesn’t remember.

Since I had transformed from a shabby appearance into a noble young lady, Dillen couldn’t recognize me.

“It’s nothing.”

At that moment, I let go of Dillen.

The boy who smiled at me and extended a helping hand no longer existed.

Only a boy filled with malice who wielded nothing but violence remained.

Sometimes memories kept to oneself alone are beautiful.

* * *

And some time later, I learned Yurta’s true nature. The way he cruelly dealt with those who insulted me.

Naturally, I didn’t want to keep someone who could swing a sword at any moment by my side. I earnestly avoided him.

“Sister!”

However, he persistently followed me around.

What once felt endearing now felt terrifying.

“Why exactly are you avoiding me?”

“You’re asking because you don’t know?”

Yurta seemed to not understand my words at all.

He showed no signs of regretting his actions and thought his behavior was justified.

That’s why I couldn’t bring myself to point out what was wrong one by one.

He already had twisted values, and a few words from me wouldn’t change that, nor did I see any reason to make such an effort.

“…What should I do then?”

Without even knowing what he had done wrong, his eyes showed he was willing to make concessions.

I clicked my tongue inwardly.

“Don’t do anything. I want some time alone.”

“If I wait, will you look at me again?”

No. Even if you wait forever, I’ll never look at you again.

You should have just hit me like Dillen did.

Then I might have seen you as somewhat human.

“Who knows.”

And so I became alone again.

When I returned to my room and collapsed weakly, Selline embraced me.

“Roji, my daughter. Why are you so dispirited?”

“…”

“My beloved daughter.”

It felt suffocating.

It was more painful because I had unknowingly given my heart to Selline.

The only person in this world who cared for me and took my side.

Knowing that those feelings were directed toward her real daughter, not me, how did I end up giving my heart away?

And to a woman who was nothing more than a paper character.

While I was at a loss in her embrace, a small wound showed through Selline’s sleeve.

“Why are you hurt here?”

What expression did Selline make then?

“Mother was foolish and accidentally scratched it somewhere.”

Was explaining the reason for her injury such a difficult thing to say?

Selline answered with strange bewilderment.

Why didn’t I question that face even after seeing it?

* * *

I tried to avoid Yurta as much as possible.

If only I hadn’t heard that Yurta’s condition was critical.

“…So Yurta is desperately looking for you.”

When even Count Herthas came to tell me to meet Yurta, I had no choice but to stop avoiding him.

‘It’s not an act, is it?’

This thought came because my trust in Yurta had hit rock bottom.

However, when I met him in person, I could clearly tell it wasn’t a lie.

“Sister…”

Seeing him reach out to me pitifully while breaking out in cold sweat, I couldn’t help but approach.

“Take your medicine.”

I heard he was in pain because he wasn’t properly taking his magic suppressants.

“…I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to take medicine? Why are you being so stubborn?”

“…Sister touching me is better than taking medicine.”

“What are you talking about?”

Yurta pitifully grabbed my hand and made a surprising confession.

“…You don’t hurt when you make contact with me?”

“…Yes.”

Naturally, I didn’t believe those words at first.

I didn’t know why he was so obsessed with me, but he was obviously lying to stay by my side.

‘Should I just play along?’

Seeing the young child groaning in pain and pleading with me softened my heart.

Even though I knew the shell might be young but the contents were different.

‘Should I forgive him?’

Living in the same house and never encountering each other for life would be difficult.

“Yurta, how old are you?”

“Ten years old…”

Young, so young.

Hearing his age, I could only sigh.

“Shall we make up?”

I resignedly brushed back his sweat-soaked hair.

Then Yurta’s eyes lit up.

“Let’s make up, Yurta. I think I was too harsh during this time too.”

I didn’t really think I was harsh, but I just said it.

“…Sister, I’ll behave well from now on.”

Yurta buried his cheek in my hand as if acting cute.

Still, since my heart hadn’t completely softened, that sight felt a bit unsettling.

And so it seemed like my relationship with Yurta was improving again.

Though I subtly avoided him, I thought it wouldn’t be bad to continue the relationship by accepting him to an appropriate degree.

The lukewarm relationship might have continued. If only Yurta hadn’t committed another terrible act.

* * *

Before I knew it, my thirteenth birthday had arrived.

In other words, it had already been three years since I fell into this world and couldn’t return.

During that time, melancholy I had never revealed to anyone had accumulated layer by layer.

<I’ve prepared a special gift for Sister. Please look forward to it.>

I didn’t know what he had prepared, but Yurta looked pleased.

His effort was admirable, but unfortunately I had no expectations.

Even if Yurta gave me expensive things, nothing in this world held any value for me.

Around lunchtime, a carriage arrived with Yurta’s message to come carefully.

After riding the carriage for quite a while, we arrived at our destination.

Getting out of the carriage with a tired expression, I checked the outside scenery and my face hardened completely.

‘Huh?’

A devastated space spread before my eyes as if a war had taken place.

When the wind blew, debris scattered. My eyes stung as fragments got in, but I couldn’t close them.

“Sister.”

“…Yurta? Where is this?”

“This is my gift.”

“…Gift?”

Where exactly was the gift?

I looked around, but there was no gift wrapped in pretty paper anywhere to be seen.

Yurta chuckled as if my confused looking around was amusing.

“Don’t you recognize where this is?”

“…Where exactly is this place.”

“Maybe I should have destroyed it moderately so Sister could recognize it.”

Yurta muttered as if with regret.

I didn’t understand his words and still looked around.

Then familiar things caught my eye.

A cracked old brown sign buried in broken bricks, a familiar red roof…

“Don’t tell me this place is…”

“That’s right. This is where Sister lived before coming to Herthas.”

“Then this village… you destroyed it?”

He nodded as if that was correct.

“…Why, why did you do that?”

Then Yurta gently took my hand and pulled it to his cheek.

“Because they tormented Sister.”

Was he talking about what happened in the village? But how did Yurta know about that?

I had never told him about what happened in the village…

“Shouldn’t I know everything about Sister?”

At that moment, chills ran through me.

“…What did you do to the people who were here? You didn’t kill them, did you?”

“I wanted to kill them, but I thought Sister would dislike it, so I let them live.”

“Then…”

“Instead, they’ll live difficult lives from now on.”

Yurta looked at me with eyes as if waiting for praise.

As if he thought there would be no more mistakes like in the past, and that he had prepared the best gift.

“…Don’t you like my gift?”

Yurta’s face darkened as he noticed my expression wasn’t good.

I smiled and replied to him.

“It’s disgusting, Yurta.”

“…”

“Put everything back the way it was. Everything! This village too, restore the people here back to how they were!”

“But they did things to Sister…”

“When did I ever ask you to do something like this? It’s horrible, really.”

All sorts of disgusting emotions lingered in my mouth.

“I thought Sister would like it…”

“I hate it. I said I hate it. This village, the villagers, your gift, and you too.”

Yurta looked shocked.

Didn’t he expect this result?

“Don’t appear before my eyes anymore.”

“…”

“The moment I encounter you will be horrible, Yurta.”

“…I don’t understand, Sister.”

Yurta grabbed the hem of my skirt as I tried to turn around.

“If it had been Dillen, you wouldn’t have acted the same way then, would you?”

Why is Dillen suddenly brought up?

I frowned as an unexpected person popped up, and Yurta muttered blankly.

“I’m the one making the effort, so why does Sister only go to Dillen…”

Yurta expressed his sorrow, but I didn’t want to accept that emotion.

“That’s because I dislike you.”

I shook off his arm.

“I dislike you, Yurta.”

After going this far, he wouldn’t hold on anymore.

However, that was naive thinking.

“No matter what I do, Sister will dislike it, won’t you?”

“That’s right.”

The dejected boy suddenly smiled brightly.

“Then I’ll do things my way from now on.”

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