The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 65

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Episode 65

Bang.

The iron door closed right before my eyes.

Things got tangled up again.

I stared at the iron door in dismay.

This morning, Rihardt was dragged to the annex where construction had finished. It happened so suddenly that I stood dazed in front of the iron door.

‘He suddenly started construction on the annex…’

To think he’d already make ‘that thing’.

Arzen, this crazy bastard.

Arzen created a ‘punishment room’ as if he was planning to seriously domesticate Rihardt.

‘In the original work, it appeared later so I wasn’t paying attention to it…’

Perhaps due to Rihardt’s frequent escapes, the events were moved up.

This morning, Arzen barged in with knights and dragged Rihardt to the punishment room, saying he would discipline him for causing disturbances lately.

【Punishment is medicine for a mad dog.】

【Since he struggles even when his body hurts, I should break his mind instead.】

He left with lines befitting a crazy male lead from a tragic novel.

The punishment room was a place that mentally tormented people, just as Arzen said.

That room had a curse cast on it. It recreated a person’s trauma and amplified it several times over.

I know Rihardt has strong mental fortitude, but…

Will he be able to endure it?

In the original work, he endured it well, so won’t he get through this time too?

I’m worried.

Moreover, I was the one who told him to act crazy… This is driving me insane.

Things have already gone wrong twice right before my eyes.

Come to think of it…

【It seems I won’t be able to see you soon, miss.】

Rihardt had said something like that.

Did he predict this situation? It seemed like he knew about the punishment room’s existence beforehand…

Since Rihardt’s spy worked at the annex, the spy could have noticed.

However, there was no way for Rihardt to know. Unless the spy conveyed that information to him.

‘How was the spy communicating news to Rihardt?’

It seemed Rihardt had already guessed that he might be put in the punishment room.

…Even knowing this, he deliberately acted crazy because that way Arzen would be fooled.

I looked at the iron door.

More precisely, at Rihardt who would be suffering beyond that iron door.

I wanted to ask if my words were correct. However, this place was heavily guarded by gatekeepers.

“Roji, I heard you don’t need to come here for a while. Didn’t you get the news?”

This voice is…

I sighed and turned around toward the man.

“It’s been a while, Eric.”

“Why don’t you at least pretend to be happy to see me?”

“I’m happy.”

When I answered halfheartedly, Eric’s eyebrows twitched.

“Why do you keep standing here? Did you grow quite fond of him after becoming the monster’s personal maid?”

It seems Eric harbors ill feelings toward me due to our last encounter.

“But what can you do? I heard there’s a curse cast on this room.”

I know that too.

“Until the ‘punishment’ inside ends, the door absolutely cannot be opened no matter what force is used. So Roji, even if you miss that monster, you can’t see him.”

“Then why are you here, Eric?”

“Well, I was assigned here.”

What rotten luck.

I just nodded roughly for now.

Talking with him would only be tiresome, and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him.

“Then will you be delivering meals, Eric?”

“Didn’t you just hear? The door won’t open until the punishment inside ends.”

“…Then how will he eat?”

“We put food inside beforehand.”

…Ah, I see.

I don’t need to worry about Rihardt starving.

“Are you worried about the monster?”

“Since my role was as his personal maid, I was just curious. My business is done, so I’ll be going now.”

I looked at Eric and casually scanned the faces of the gatekeepers stationed here.

…From what I could see, they didn’t seem to be of very good quality.

The way they exchanged subtle glances with Eric during our conversation felt suspicious.

Sure enough, while I was away, some rather unpleasant things happened here.

* * *

It was when I came out of the annex.

“You’re Maid Roji, correct?”

A servant approached me.

“Who are you?”

“I’m a servant who serves the eldest young master of Herthas.”

…Dillen Herthas’s servant.

Why on earth did he come to me?

‘…Seeing that he doesn’t recognize that I’m Rose, he probably hasn’t served Dillen for long.’

Should I be grateful for this fact?

“What business does the servant of Young Master Herthas have with me?”

“The young master I serve wishes to meet with Maid Roji.”

“…Damn it.”

“Pardon? I’m sorry, but I didn’t catch what you said.”

“It’s nothing.”

Why does Dillen want to meet with me?

“…I’m sorry, but I have things to do.”

“Then could you tell me when you’re available?”

For a noble to adjust his schedule to a maid’s availability.

Does he want to meet me that badly?

But why?

“For what reason is Young Master Herthas calling for me?”

“…I don’t know that either.”

“I see. If the young master is calling for me, I should naturally go, but unless there’s a special reason, it would be difficult.”

The servant seemed surprised, as if he hadn’t expected a refusal.

“Count Evantes probably wouldn’t like private meetings with other noble children. I hope you understand.”

“Maid Roji, please don’t be like that…”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be going now.”

The servant tried to grab me while saying something, but I pretended not to hear and left the spot.

‘It would be troublesome to meet Dillen already.’

I don’t want things to get any more complicated than this.

However, Dillen was more persistent than I thought.

It was when afternoon came.

As the personal maid, I had nothing to do since Rihardt had entered the punishment room.

So I spent time with the Head Chef in the kitchen for the first time in a while.

The Head Chef gave me leftover dessert, saying I had worked hard, and I excitedly filled my mouth with the dessert.

A commotion could be heard from outside the kitchen.

“I heard there’s a maid named Roji here, is that right?”

…Damn it.

That voice was definitely Dillen.

I looked at the Head Chef with shaking eyes.

However, the Head Chef seemed unable to understand my distress signal. Damn.

I hurriedly looked around. A hiding place, a hiding place.

I hastily grabbed a large basin and hid in the corner of the kitchen with the basin turned upside down over me.

“…What are you doing, Roji.”

Seeing me suddenly acting strangely, the Head Chef looked bewildered.

“Head Chef, please hide me. If that person comes in looking for me, absolutely! Please say I’m not here.”

“Why…”

“You’ll do it, right?”

“Y-yes. I’ll make sure he can’t even come in.”

The Head Chef looked reluctant but seemed willing to grant my request as he went outside the kitchen.

“I came because I heard noisy sounds, aren’t you a guest from Herthas. What brings you all the way here…”

“I heard there’s a maid named Roji here, is that right?”

“It’s true that Roji was here just a moment ago, but she’s not here now.”

Head Chef, well done!

I cheered for the Head Chef inwardly.

“Really? Then where did she go.”

“I don’t really know that either…”

“You don’t know.”

The situation seemed to be resolving well. However, just as I was about to relax and take off the basin.

“May I go into the kitchen to check?”

Dillen made a bombshell declaration.

What is he saying right now?

“N-no, you can’t!”

“Why not?”

“The kitchen is where we prepare meals for Count Evantes and must always be kept clean. So we cannot let outsiders in carelessly.”

The Head Chef’s desperate efforts to prevent Dillen from entering this place burned so passionately that it felt like he was a chef who ardently loved his kitchen.

Somehow I seem to have been pushed to the background.

“…I see. I’ll withdraw then.”

Fortunately, Dillen didn’t insist further.

When he left, I let out a sigh of relief and took off the basin I had over my head.

…Why is he suddenly looking for me?

I wish he would never come again.

But there was no way such a wish of mine would come true. This was only the beginning.

From the next day on, real hell unfolded.

Dillen had begun searching for me in earnest.

* * *

Everything was darkness.

The Room Showing Trauma.

Rihardt felt bewildered.

Did he have anything that could be called trauma?

This wasn’t a matter of him having strong mental fortitude or having lived a mentally healthy life.

That’s because many parts of his memory were faulty.

His memories were scattered in pieces.

He had lost memories from his very early childhood and some memories from growing up.

The point where his memories began and continued was recent.

But trauma…

When he had no memories and didn’t even know his identity…

Rihardt laughed. This situation somehow felt trivial to him.

However, he didn’t know. That this was a complacent thought.

The spell penetrated into Rihardt’s unconscious and dragged out the trauma he possessed.

Even though he had no memories, strangely painful, rage-inducing, and helpless unfamiliar sensations rose up to his throat.

That was the beginning of hell.

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