The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 59

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Episode 59

I thought I should hide away in the basement where Rihardt was so I wouldn’t be caught even by chance, but that became unnecessary.

Because I had received permission from Arzen to go to the herb field, which was the Marquis House’s private property.

So I took the herb encyclopedia and went to find herbs that could ease Arzen’s pain.

“Zemeril herb…”

Under the name of protection, knights were watching me.

I kept glancing at them while deliberately delaying my return to the Count’s Manor.

Since it was a difficult herb to find in the first place, I didn’t need to deliberately stall for time.

“Found it.”

So it was only after nightfall that I could return with the herb.

The banquet would still be in full swing. Let me stay quietly holed up inside as much as possible.

Even though I thought that, my heart trembled as I entered the manor.

The building where the banquet was being held was different, so there shouldn’t be any chance of running into anyone in this manor…

Is this what post-traumatic stress disorder feels like?

“Roji!”

“Ahhh. I can’t hear you, I can’t hear.”

“Roji…?”

At this very moment, a nearby maid called out to me, making me unnecessarily anxious.

“Roji! Hey!”

“Tell me tomorrow. Today, you have no right to speak.”

“…Did you eat something wrong?”

The maid’s disgusted expression looked like she was seeing a crazy person. How harsh.

“The Head Maid is calling for you. Go quickly.”

“…The Head Maid?”

“Yes. She told you to come to the garden area.”

Having finished speaking, the maid left as if her business was done.

Is there any reason for the Head Maid to look for me? There shouldn’t be anything in particular.

…Or did something go wrong with the surveillance?

I don’t want to, but I have no choice but to go quickly and come back.

* * *

The situation was flowing not badly. At least that’s how Yurta felt.

Yurta observed Dillen.

Dillen was mingling and talking with the nobles in the banquet hall. He seemed unaware that Rose was here yet.

Yurta didn’t hide his rising irritation.

The guy who used to act stupid until he was young, who was busy tormenting his own sister.

At some point, he had completely changed.

As if his foolish childhood was just a process to bloom into a swan, he grew up and began trying to win Rose’s favor.

‘I have to prevent sister from meeting Dillen.’

Fortunately, Rose also seemed to have no intention of meeting Dillen.

From Rose’s perspective, far from wanting to meet him, she wanted to avoid him.

Even so, was calling him here meant to keep himself in check?

Yurta’s lips twisted.

Yurta watched Dillen again. He would absolutely not give Dillen even the slightest chance to meet Rose.

“Sister is heading toward the banquet hall?”

Things are really getting damn complicated.

Yurta ignored Dillen, who was glaring at him with crooked eyes, and hurriedly left the banquet hall.

Sure enough.

Outside the banquet hall, he could see a pink head.

The swaying pink hair and the fragrance spreading from her were dizzying…

Yurta was going crazy in many different ways.

He hurriedly ran to Rose and grabbed her.

* * *

Before I could even recognize that someone had grabbed my arm, I was helplessly pulled.

Without being able to use any strength, I fell into the man’s embrace. Startled and unable to even scream, I turned my head to see a familiar face.

Red eyes met mine under the night sky, glowing brightly.

“Why are you…”

“It would be better if you didn’t go in that direction, sister.”

His breathing was rough as if he had been running from somewhere far away. Huh? Now that I think about it…

He must have carefully arranged his jet-black hair for the banquet, but it was disheveled.

“…Did you run here?”

“Is that important right now?”

“What’s over there?”

“…”

For him, who always acted calm and leisurely, to run here.

I peeked my head out to see what was behind Yurta.

Then Yurta stepped to the side, blocking my view.

And then shamelessly.

“There’s nothing there.”

He said that, which was absurd.

“Don’t you think your words and actions contradict each other?”

As if he had nothing to say even to himself, Yurta only opened his mouth after a long while.

“You used to run away whenever you saw me, but now you’re treating me so casually.”

“The banquet hall is nearby, so if I scream here, everyone will hear.”

I smiled shamelessly. Then Yurta let out a soft laugh like a deflated balloon.

“I see.”

“Right.”

I didn’t know what Yurta was trying to hide, but I wasn’t particularly curious about it.

“Isn’t that the direction of the banquet hall?”

“…Are you interested?”

“Not particularly.”

Whether it was my imagination or not, Yurta seemed relieved.

“I have no intention of going in that direction either. Well then, goodbye. I have to go do my work.”

“Does a personal maid have other work besides monitoring the monster?”

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t need to report it to you. My master is Count Evantes.”

“My master…”

Yurta openly showed his displeasure.

I felt no emotion from that expression. There’s no need for me to care about it.

“He is my master. I’m a servant of this place.”

Yurta’s frown, which had been deeply set as if he was thoroughly displeased, smoothed out. He smiled brightly.

“I see.”

…I thought he would get angry, but his smile made him seem even more frightening.

It would be better to leave this place now.

“Anyway, I’ll be going now.”

“I’ll escort you.”

“No, get lost.”

Even at the harsh words, Yurta only sighed regretfully and didn’t force any actions. That was fortunate.

I walked quickly to hurry and disappear from Yurta’s sight.

But where the hell is the head maid anyway? She said she was in the garden.

This isn’t some hidden camera show, is it? I was muttering to myself.

Did I come too far into a deserted area? Something really felt strange.

…This is quite unsettling.

I should just go back to the manor. I’ve done enough, so it’s not my fault if I can’t meet the head maid.

It was when I was about to retreat.

Thunk.

The back of my head went numb after being hit by something, and my vision swayed greatly.

Soon I collapsed without being able to use any strength.

* * *

The union of Herthas and Evantes.

On the surface it was a good thing, but since it was an achievement brought by Yurta, it wasn’t particularly welcome news for Dillen.

Dillen welcomed, or pretended to welcome, the people approaching him as the heir of Herthas while downing drinks.

As a result, he was getting drunk.

Was that the reason?

A past event that had been coming to mind frequently lately surfaced again.

* * *

It was two years ago.

Yurta had left for the Academy as if being driven out, so he wasn’t at the manor.

It was a humid day with drizzling rain.

I was strolling through the garden when it suddenly poured, so I rushed to the manor, but I was already soaked.

I was irritably cursing when I heard someone laughing at me.

Who dares.

Dillen whipped his head around and saw Rose standing by the window watching the rain, a cigarette in her mouth as she looked at him.

“Is this funny?”

Dillen was annoyed, and Rose nodded as if she had no intention of denying it, then puffed out the smoke from her mouth.

Dillen frowned at the unfamiliar sight.

“Since when have you been smoking?”

“I tried it out of curiosity and it’s not bad.”

Roji pulled the pipe from her mouth and smiled.

“You smoke that out of curiosity? Quit it. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Well, I should quit before I get addicted.”

Dillen frowned as he looked at Rose.

She had some strange aspects even as a child, but she seemed to have gotten seriously twisted as she grew up.

“Hey. There’s actually something I wanted to ask you.”

“What is it.”

…What did she say after that?

Rose often said strange things.

So I didn’t pay much attention to it, and couldn’t remember well.

* * *

Dillen frowned as he looked at Yurta.

Then his gaze met Yurta’s red eyes in mid-air.

Dillen felt as if bugs were crawling on his skin and cursed.

Given his personality, he would normally approach confrontationally without backing down and pick a fight.

But contrary to Dillen’s expectations, Yurta suddenly turned his body away.

Where is that bastard Yurta going in such a hurry?

Normally on a day like this, he would come to Dillen with a smiling face and pick a fight.

He would be the type to dig up the inferiority complex Dillen had toward Yurta in childhood and cut him down sharply.

Today he was looking around as if he had hidden some treasure.

It was natural for Dillen to feel suspicious about this.

Dillen couldn’t contain his growing curiosity and followed Yurta.

Watching Yurta rush out frantically, Dillen let out a hollow laugh.

He’s not the type to act like that. Where is he really going?

So he carefully followed behind Yurta without being detected.

And he could see familiar pink hair swaying in the breeze.

Fuck. What did I just see?

Am I still drunk?

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