The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 230

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Side Story Episode 20

 

The past year spent searching for Rose.

 

That time had been a terrible nightmare and endless punishment for Yurta.

 

When he opened his eyes, she wasn’t there.

 

That single fact alone turned the world into a colorless hell in an instant.

 

Even when he breathed, his lungs felt like they were burning, and though his heart was beating, he didn’t feel alive.

 

He would have preferred her to despise him.

 

If only she would look at him, even with eyes full of disgust, that would be enough.

 

But…

 

The cabin at this moment was unbelievably peaceful.

 

So much so that it felt like nightmares and reality had switched places.

 

“Oh, this is something I bought before… it was here?”

 

Rose brought over a box covered in thick dust from the corner.

 

What she poured onto the floor were hundreds of puzzle pieces.

 

“Yurta, I’m bored. Want to do this puzzle together?”

 

“…”

 

“Don’t want to? Never mind if it’s bothersome.”

 

“…No. I’ll do it.”

 

The cabin with just the two of them.

 

Outside the window, a tornado raged as if it would devour the world, but inside the cabin was eerily quiet.

 

As if the storm had avoided only this space.

 

Yurta sat across from Rose and placed his hands on the table. His large hands carefully picked up a small puzzle piece.

 

‘What’s so special about this.’

 

It was just a childish game of fitting picture pieces together. Yet his heart was beating foolishly.

 

This trivial daily routine was unbearably sweet to Yurta.

 

He wasn’t looking at the puzzle pieces, but staring blankly at Rose’s white fingers as she selected puzzle pieces.

 

“Yurta. You worked hard putting magic power into the artifact.”

 

Rose stopped working on the puzzle and smiled at him.

 

A smile without any wariness, a gentle voice spoken casually.

 

“No. I only did what I should have done.”

 

“Come here.”

 

She gestured to him.

 

Had Rose ever asked him to come to her first?

 

Yurta leaned forward as if entranced.

 

It was hard to tell whether this place was reality or a final fantasy before death.

 

“You must be very tired. Your face is pale.”

 

A cool palm covered his hot forehead.

 

“…Ah.”

 

Rose brushed back his hair and gently pressed his temples.

 

An ecstatic sensation pierced his mind.

 

The poison of the Cursed Land continuously gnawed at his blood vessels, carving pain into every joint.

 

But the moment her touch reached him, all that pain disappeared like a lie.

 

It was like drug-like peace.

 

“…Sister.”

 

“Yes, Yurta.”

 

“…Please, keep touching me.”

 

It was a dreamlike time.

 

He wished time would stop like this.

 

He would rather that tornado never stop, trapping him with her in this cabin for life.

 

But at the same time, Yurta knew.

 

Rose’s kindness always had a purpose lurking behind it.

 

The gentler her touch, the more Yurta’s insides burned.

 

He was afraid of what words would flow from the end of this touch.

 

He couldn’t even guess what bitter medicine was hidden behind this sweet candy.

 

* * *

 

Two days had already passed since the tornado occurred.

 

I was sprawled lazily on the sofa with nothing to do. Daily life with Yurta was more peaceful than expected.

 

‘Come to think of it, I should tell Yurta soon…’

 

The story I had been putting off and putting off.

 

Then a pitch-black shadow fell over me.

 

Yurta in casual shirt attire was standing in front of me.

 

His firmly built muscles were naturally revealed below sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

 

“Sister, as you instructed, the window was shaking so I repaired it.”

 

“Yeah, good job.”

 

Even at my halfhearted praise, a pleased smile formed on his lips.

 

Enough to make me feel sorry for responding so carelessly.

 

For two days, Yurta hadn’t tried to do anything particular to me. He just obediently followed my wishes.

 

‘This isn’t like him?’

 

I was momentarily confused by his strangely docile behavior…

 

But thinking about it again, Yurta had always acted obediently when we were alone together.

 

Of course, sometimes he did wrong things. Like cutting out the tongues or breaking the arms of nobles who bothered or ignored me…

 

‘…There’s no bigger lunatic than him, is there?’

 

…Anyway, when I warned him not to do something, he would stop that behavior. Though he would cause other trouble.

 

Only then did I realize the fundamental problem in my relationship with Yurta.

 

When I tried to push him away, or when someone interfered in our relationship, Yurta would act frighteningly cruel.

 

“Yurta, I’m going to wash up.”

 

“I’ll heat the water for you.”

 

“Okay.”

 

I watched Yurta’s broad back as he headed to the bathroom while lying on the sofa.

 

See, he’s being obedient.

 

But this peace wouldn’t last long.

 

Rihardt would come in a week…

 

When that time came, Yurta would rampage like a madman again.

 

‘What should I do…’

 

I kept worrying but couldn’t get a clue about what to do.

 

Unless I’m going to live alone with him forever, that temper will be eternally fucked up…

 

I let out a sigh.

 

“Sister, I heated the water as you instructed.”

 

“Mmm. I’m coming.”

 

I got up from my seat and headed to the bathroom.

 

* * *

 

The sky of the Cursed Land was howling as if it would tear apart.

 

The tornado that started a few days ago still raged violently as if it would devour everything on earth.

 

It was a hellscape that not only people but even beasts would avoid approaching.

 

However, into that hell, a single silver flash was piercing through.

 

“Stop him! That crazy… no, stop the Grand Master!”

 

“Grand Master! You mustn’t! If you go there, you’ll die!”

 

The knights’ shouts scattered, swept away by the storm. Rihardt’s blue eyes had long since lost all reason.

 

“Move aside.”

 

With those low, sunken words, his holy sword swept horizontally.

 

Kwaaaaang—!

 

A single strike.

 

The elite knights were flung into the air like fallen leaves without even a chance to resist.

 

And so Rihardt entered the Cursed Land without hesitation.

 

‘Rose.’

 

She was in there.

 

Something terrible must have happened to her in that place.

 

‘I can’t be late.’

 

Rihardt gritted his teeth. The taste of blood spread in his mouth.

 

There was no hesitation. He threw himself straight toward the eye of the storm.

 

Rose might be cowering in a corner of the cabin, crying in terror. The mere thought made his heart clench.

 

How long had he run?

 

A faint light appeared beyond the storm.

 

It was the cabin.

 

Miraculously, even within that massive tornado, the cabin stood intact.

 

‘Found it.’

 

Rihardt gasped for breath and ran straight toward it.

 

Rainwater lashed his face and muddy water splashed up, but he didn’t stop.

 

Even as he grabbed the handle and threw open the door, his heart pounded as if it would shatter his ribs.

 

As the door opened, warm air greeted him first.

 

But…

 

The scene inside the cabin was strange.

 

For a moment, Rihardt’s movement stopped ever so slightly.

 

Something caught the corner of his vision.

 

It was a coat.

 

A black men’s coat was carelessly draped over the back of a chair.

 

It looked as if it had just been taken off.

 

Rihardt’s gaze slowly hardened.

 

“…No, not there.”

 

Then Rose’s voice could be heard.

 

“I don’t know. I really don’t understand. Please teach me one more time.”

 

Along with a familiar man’s voice.

 

…The place where both voices were coming from was the bathroom.

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