The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 223

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Side Story Episode 13

 

Even after arriving at the Cursed Land, I ran for a long time.

 

“Hah, haah…”

 

How long had it been since I ran for this long? This was probably the first time.

 

And while carrying heavy books too!

 

It was much later that I realized no one was following me from behind.

 

At that time, I was collapsed on the ground.

 

“Ah…”

 

Maybe I should have listened to Rihardt.

 

I felt the cold sensation of the ground against my cheek.

 

‘I need to get up.’

 

I put strength into the arm that was pressed against the ground.

 

The temperature was dropping.

 

If I didn’t pull myself together, I would die.

 

I barely managed to lift my body and took out my water bottle.

 

I had to somehow wake myself up.

 

Sweat flowed down like tears, making my eyes sting.

 

I looked up at the dark sky.

 

When gray mixed with the endless black backdrop, morning would come.

 

There was still a long time before that moment, and I was only at the entrance of the Cursed Land.

 

I put strength into my trembling legs and stood properly.

 

I had decided not to live in hiding for the rest of my life. I wouldn’t dedicate my life to this pitch-black land.

 

But I was too afraid.

 

I still couldn’t forget the past when I lived as Rose Herthas.

 

I was afraid of the new life I would start after leaving this place. I felt utterly lost about how to go on.

 

I still couldn’t forget this sadness, and the thought of living normally felt like terror.

 

So I still wanted to stay in this land.

 

I walked.

 

Without rest until dawn broke.

 

Whoooosh-

 

A strong wind brushed past my cheek.

 

The night weather had become even more unpredictable. My body swayed with the wind, but I tried to stand firm.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

I heard footsteps from behind.

 

I wasn’t alone in this land.

 

Realizing this fact, I immediately turned around.

 

“…”

 

There stood a man in a robe.

 

I moved my lips.

 

“You, don’t tell me…”

 

Even without seeing the man’s face, I felt like I knew who he was.

 

Swoooosh-

 

Wind swept across the dry earth and rose upward. The robe fluttered, revealing the man’s face.

 

“It’s been a long time, Sister.”

 

…Yurta Herthas.

 

He had come.

 

“…So you were alive after all.”

 

After returning, I often thought of Yurta.

 

…Because I had tried to leave for my world by sacrificing him.

 

There wasn’t a day I didn’t wonder if he was still alive.

 

“Yes, Sister.”

 

He smiled very brightly. With a beautiful but cruel face underneath.

 

“I have come.”

 

Those words were heavy.

 

“You ran away so desperately…”

 

A mocking groan escaped, and he covered his mouth.

 

“So. This is it?”

 

“…”

 

“I wondered what kind of amazing place you were going to that you stabbed a knife into my chest. But this is all…”

 

His red eyes flashed.

 

“…Yurta.”

 

Even after calling his name, I hesitated, not knowing what to say.

 

“One year. That’s how long I’ve been desperately searching for you, Sister.”

 

“…”

 

“It was a truly terrible time.”

 

At that moment, he took a step. He strode toward me.

 

“You always run away, and I always chase after you. But that won’t happen anymore.”

 

“…Yes. You chased after me relentlessly.”

 

To a sickening degree.

 

If we hadn’t met here, you would have searched for a lifetime.

 

“I know very well that Sister finds me utterly detestable.”

 

“…”

 

“I know that nothing I do will change that. So…”

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

“…What?”

 

At that moment, Yurta’s footsteps stopped.

 

Come to think of it, this was the first time I was apologizing to him.

 

I had always been busy pouring only resentment and hatred on him.

 

“I’m sorry, Yurta.”

 

“…”

 

“…That day.”

 

When Dillen pierced through his chest, I left him behind and departed.

 

I didn’t care whether he lived or died.

 

…Because I hated you so much.

 

Because I thought Mother died because of you.

 

“…Ha!”

 

The groan turned into rough laughter.

 

“How ridiculous.”

 

“…,”

 

“You’re always like this. When cornered, you try to deceive me with sweet words and run away.”

 

He was right.

 

There were many days when I tried to coax him with pleasant words and escape.

 

“Because that was all I could do.”

 

Back then, I was…

 

“I hated you. Whether I told you my true feelings or lied to you. Those were my only choices.”

 

At the same time, it was amusing how he would fall for it when I whispered the words he wanted to hear.

 

“So you’re saying it’s different now?”

 

“No. I still hate you now.”

 

How could I possibly like him.

 

No matter how much I covered and buried the countless past events, there were things that could never be completely hidden. There existed sensations that dominated me like specters.

 

“But… I think there might have been another way.”

 

I had that thought far too late.

 

I hated you. Terribly so.

 

But I should have tried to have a proper conversation at least once.

 

Even if we couldn’t understand each other or reach an agreement,

 

I realized it far too late.

 

“Another way, you say?”

 

Yurta took a step toward me. The distance between us narrowed further.

 

“What kind of way do you mean.”

 

With a cruel voice, he mocked me.

 

He continued to approach.

 

“You think there exists a way for you not to hate me?”

 

“…”

 

“Lies.”

 

He had completely realized it.

 

So his face showed no more hesitation. That this relationship could be changed.

 

“…Have I ever told you the reason why I hate you?”

 

I asked him. At that moment, his face contorted.

 

“The words you’re about to say are nothing more than-”

 

“I don’t think I ever have.”

 

I hated him so much that I wouldn’t even talk about that.

 

“I don’t want to hear it.”

 

“…”

 

“Even if I heard such reasons…”

 

“See.”

 

He only begged me not to hate him…

 

He never tried to find out why I hated him.

 

“What you want to say is just one thing anyway, isn’t it.”

 

Yurta’s voice was low.

 

So low that it sounded even more dangerous. Something was writhing beneath the surface where emotions were suppressed.

 

“…”

 

“To tell me to leave.”

 

After taking a breath, he continued speaking.

 

“To never see each other again.”

 

The moment those words fell, the air tightened invisibly. My breathing became labored as if invisible hands were slowly strangling my neck.

 

“…Yurta.”

 

He slowly tilted his head at that call. Then he smiled, filled with anger.

 

“The result will be the same anyway, won’t it, Sister.”

 

I realized.

 

We had come too far, and now there would be no more chances.

 

He had finally found me.

 

And he would drag me away.

 

To a place darker than the cursed land.

 

He came even closer as if to grab hold of me. Now was not the time to hesitate.

 

“Don’t come any closer, Yurta.”

 

“I refuse.”

 

“Even like this?”

 

I pulled out a cold piece of metal from within my clothes. It was a dagger I had brought for self-defense.

 

The sharp blade grazed my neck. At that moment, Yurta’s footsteps stopped.

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