The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 50

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Episode 50

Maze Garden.

According to the setting of this novel, among the countless maze gardens that exist in the empire, Count Evantes’ mansion is said to be among the most complex.

Not only is it large in size, but the interior is quite difficult or something.

However, in truth, this garden hides a secret that only Arzen knows.

The reason this garden is complex is not only due to its design, but because magic has been cast on it.

Magic that makes people who enter this place lose their way.

The design itself was already difficult, but with magic added on top, it was the worst maze garden.

I stared blankly at the maze garden.

…In the end, I’m going to enter here.

“Are you afraid?”

Yurta, who was standing beside me, asked.

“Why did you come here?”

“With the heart of a younger brother, I came because I was worried about my sister. Is there some problem?”

“Yes, there is a problem.”

In the first place, Yurta was the one who contributed the most to Rihardt’s escape.

To explain the situation, it’s like this.

Since Yurta had a record of catching Rihardt before, he stepped forward saying he would help this time too.

Of course, it wasn’t Yurta but me who caught Rihardt last time, but since only Yurta, me, and Rihardt know this fact, let’s let it slide.

I couldn’t hide my gloomy expression as I stepped into the maze garden with Yurta.

‘Will I be able to come out alive?’

This place has quite a notorious reputation…

“If you’re scared, I’ll hold your hand.”

“You shut your mouth.”

“Your language has become quite rough while I haven’t seen you, sister.”

It seems the original Roji had quite refined speech.

‘I was originally refined too…’

Life became difficult, so I ended up like this.

I ignored Yurta and walked ahead of him with quick steps.

Still, I decided to think positively that my survival rate had increased because Yurta came instead of the knights.

Under the assumption that Yurta doesn’t harbor other intentions, that is.

“Sister.”

Yurta, who had been following behind with leisurely steps, called out to me.

“Do you know where you’re going that you’re hurrying like that?”

“What difference does it make whether you go ahead or I go ahead?”

“I thought sister was going ahead to lure the monster with your scent.”

Ah, right! That’s how it was.

I quickly took a backstep.

When I stood quite far behind him with backward walking, Yurta burst into laughter.

…Is it funny?

I picked up a long branch that had fallen nearby and kept distance from him equal to the length of the branch.

Yurta quietly watched what I was doing.

“What is it?”

“The distance between you and me. Hurry up and start moving.”

You could call it securing a safe distance.

I poked him with the branch.

Yurta let out a chuckle as if finding it absurd, then grabbed the branch and pulled it.

“Ah!”

I, who was holding onto the branch, was also dragged along by the rough force.

“You’ve become playful.”

Snap, the branch broke under Yurta’s strength and rolled on the ground.

It was quite a thick branch, yet it broke so easily.

I seriously calculated my survival probability. It seems to have hit rock bottom.

“Since it’s just the two of us, don’t you think we need to have a conversation?”

“…What conversation.”

“How did you know?”

I wasn’t unaware of the meaning of his question. Nevertheless, I kept my mouth tightly shut.

Since this was a topic I had deliberately buried until now, I had to be careful.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You know.”

So playing dumb is useless?

“They say the gatekeeper took the lead in catching the arsonist, but I don’t think so.”

“…”

“The letter, you have it, don’t you, sister?”

This is why I hate perceptive guys.

“Do you have evidence?”

“It will come out soon. I ordered them to search your room while you were out with me.”

Yurta seemed certain that the letter would be in my room.

Poor thing.

“Fine. Search well.”

At my calm tone, Yurta furrowed his brow.

He must be curious about where my composure comes from.

Whether it’s composure from trying to deceive him, or composure from really not having it.

Well, it doesn’t matter if he’s thinking something else.

“Seeing you say I have the letter, what Philip said must have been true. That you ordered him to do it.”

“You already know.”

“I just found out. Why on earth did you pull such a crazy stunt?”

No matter how I think about it, I can’t understand the reason.

“There’s nothing good about making an enemy of Arzen.”

“I would have preferred not to as well, but an exception arose.”

His red eyes curved round as he mentioned the exception.

Ah. Could that exception be me?

“How long are you going to keep playing maid in this place?”

“I’m a lady’s maid now.”

“…Is that what’s important right now?”

“Do you want me to return to Herthas?”

Yurta seemed to dislike me working in this place.

Then he could just inform Herthas that I’m here.

But Yurta didn’t do that.

“No. I hope sister doesn’t return to Herthas.”

“…Why?”

It was the answer I expected, but I was curious.

What kind of place is Herthas exactly?

“Well…”

For the first time, Yurta, who had been speaking without hesitation until now, hesitated.

“…You know.”

Know what?

Yurta furrowed his brow deeply.

“…I hate sister being in Herthas. I hate it. I really hate it.”

…How many times did the word “hate” come up in that?

This was the first time I’d seen him show such extreme dislike. He must really hate it.

“No. To be precise…”

Yurta’s face, which had been calm all along, contorted. He looked extremely pained.

Why? What made you like this?

“I hate seeing you with Dillen, sister.”

“…Dillen?”

It was an unexpected name.

The eldest son of Herthas, and the young boy who had extremely hated Roji in the dream I’d seen before.

The way he struck Roji’s head had been quite memorable.

“…All this time, it was me who made the effort, not that bastard.”

“…”

“But why do you only care about that bastard…!”

Yurta shouted as if bursting with resentment.

Since he had never shown such strong emotions before, I was flustered.

These were all stories I didn’t know – how was I supposed to react?

However, Yurta quickly became aware of his state and composed his emotions.

The dark shadow disappeared and his face became clean again.

Yurta closed his mouth and walked.

I silently followed behind him.

For the first time, I felt sorry for him consuming his emotions like that.

‘I’m not Rose anyway.’

What’s the point of all this?

I followed Yurta while looking up at the sky. A small bird was flying through the air.

It was the first animal I’d seen in This Place.

“…Are you still very angry with me?”

While I was walking and looking at the sky, Yurta, who was walking ahead, spoke to me again.

I still couldn’t say anything to him.

What Yurta was saying seemed like things that had happened with Rose, not me.

“I don’t know. Don’t ask.”

I wished he wouldn’t tell me Rose’s stories.

If he kept doing that, I’d have to contemplate deeply about my existence.

“Sister.”

“What.”

“Actually, when I heard the news that you had disappeared from Herthas, I didn’t entirely dislike it. No, maybe I was even glad.”

“…Why?”

If you were glad I disappeared, then why did you search for me?

“Dillen is at Herthas, so you running away would mean you no longer needed Dillen.”

“…”

That damn Dillen.

Dillen seemed to have extremely hated Roji.

“That’s why I was glad.”

“…”

It would be nice if I could escape this situation.

I felt frustrated as only stories I didn’t know kept coming up.

And the fact that I wasn’t Roji continued to suffocate me.

That’s when it happened.

Bang!

With a loud noise, dark smoke rose into the sky.

“Over there!”

The voices of gatekeepers could be heard from somewhere in the Maze Garden.

They seemed to be the gatekeepers who had entered the Maze Garden for the morning shift.

“It’s that way, sister.”

Yurta also seemed to want to go in that direction. I too unconsciously tried to follow Yurta in that direction.

“No.”

“Sister?”

“It’s not that direction.”

Yurta looks at me with puzzled eyes.

“I think I know where she is.”

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