The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 88

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Episode 88

I was lying in bed doing nothing, enjoying a long-awaited rest.

The leisurely and peaceful atmosphere was very much to my liking.

That’s when it happened.

“Assistant Shabrina! Please save us!”

A young maid came running to me urgently.

Damn it. Not anymore.

Here we go again.

“The Count is…!”

“Is the Count throwing another tantrum?”

“T-tantrum…?”

The maid looked at me with surprised eyes.

I smiled slightly and answered nonchalantly.

“Throwing things and causing a ruckus is a tantrum, so what else would you call it?”

“…B-but.”

The maid looked for words to object, but she seemed to already agree with me.

“I-if Lady Shabrina could stop her…”

“Alright. I’ll go see the Count.”

I answered with a deep sigh. The restless maid’s face visibly brightened at my words.

“The Count listens to anything Lady Shabrina says!”

“That’s quite an impudent thing to say.”

“…Oh.”

The maid rolled her eyes as if flustered.

“Don’t talk like that anywhere else.”

“But Lady Shabrina said the Count throws tantrums…”

“Shh. This is just between us two.”

“…Ah, yes.”

The maid looked bewildered, but quickly nodded her head.

“Then I’ll go see the young lady… no, the Count.”

I’m already getting tired.

Still, it’s been three years since I escaped from Count Evantes’ Mansion and settled here. I’ve gotten used to it now.

I sighed and trudged toward Michelle’s room.

I recalled what Michelle had said a few days ago.

【It must have been hard all this time, so feel free to rest well, Lina.】

I had been quite busy recently due to the business Michelle was conducting.

Just when I thought I could finally have a rest period…

‘You tell me to rest, you damn bastard.’

How can I rest when you’re causing trouble like this?

“Kyaaah! Master! Please forgive me!”

“Please spare me, Master!”

As I arrived in front of Michelle’s room, the servants’ screams pierced through the door and spread out.

“Assistant!”

“Yes, it’s me.”

The servants who had been restlessly standing in front of the door looked relieved when they saw me.

I felt like I had become their savior.

“Count, I’m coming in.”

Leaving only those words, I opened the door without permission.

It was an action that others would never dare to attempt.

Not only did I dare to open the door without the master’s permission, but if it were ‘that’ Michelle, she would have immediately thrown a vase.

However, I was a little different.

I was the only person Michelle treated with tolerance.

After entering Michelle’s room, I calmly assessed the situation inside.

The room was a complete mess.

The table was overturned, and broken objects were scattered everywhere like sand strewn about.

Looking naturally at the display cabinet, it was completely empty inside, as if Michelle had thrown everything she could throw.

Michelle wasn’t even properly dressed.

She was just wearing a corset, grabbing a maid’s hair and roughly slapping her cheek.

The maid’s cheek was so red from being hit that it looked ready to burst.

The maids around her were trembling and kneeling, desperately begging Michelle with their hands worn from pleading.

“Bring the whip right now…!”

“Count, I’m here.”

It seemed she was about to beat the maid even more.

However, Michelle stopped speaking and looked at me.

Her eyes widened in surprise, then she let go of the maid’s hair.

The maid who had been beaten by Michelle looked at me with swollen eyes from crying so much.

‘She’ll have bruises by tomorrow.’

I clicked my tongue and said.

“Everyone, please leave.”

“Who gave you permission…!”

“Aren’t you all leaving?”

The maids couldn’t get up immediately and looked back and forth between me and Michelle.

“Don’t worry and go out.”

Michelle glared at me with frightening eyes.

However, she said nothing.

Relief spread across the maids’ faces as they hurriedly got up, limping.

When one couldn’t stand up because her legs gave out, the other maids supported her and took her out.

The last one to leave was the maid who had been slapped by Michelle.

She cautiously glanced at me and Michelle, then hurried out.

Thud.

The door closed.

“Who gave you permission to send them out?”

Michelle’s voice was menacing. If anyone had been here, they would have instinctively cowered.

I approached Michelle and quietly took her hand.

“I was worried about you, Count. Doesn’t your hand hurt?”

“…”

“It must hurt. Especially when you’re not feeling well…”

I made a sad face as if worried and gently stroked the back of her hand.

Michelle’s anger seemed to subside and her furrowed expression relaxed.

Her face, devoid of any expression, was like an angel’s.

Looking at her like this, Michelle was as beautiful as an angel descended from heaven.

Her appearance was that of a kind-looking beauty, but her personality was the complete opposite.

The servants here would sometimes mutter like folklore that perhaps a demon had created Michelle to bewitch people, but since she was a demon’s child, her personality remained that of a demon.

“Why are you suddenly smiling?”

…Oops.

I must have smiled unconsciously thinking about what the servants say.

…It’s strangely funny, you know.

“Just because. I’m happy to see you, Count.”

But where haven’t I experienced social life once or twice? I can get through this much without any trouble.

Michelle doesn’t show it, but she must be feeling good as she smiled slyly.

“Stay still. I’ll help you get dressed.”

I sighed while looking at Michelle who was only wearing a corset.

Young lady, please put on some clothes before doing anything.

I brought over the clothes that were draped over the chair.

Michelle didn’t refuse and let me attend to her.

“That child from earlier, why exactly did you hit her? I told you not to use violence carelessly.”

“But…”

Michelle hesitated like a child who had done something wrong, then opened her mouth while watching my expression.

“That girl dared to touch my mother’s keepsake.”

“Did she steal it?”

“Yes. And not only that, she even sold it.”

Oh my.

I immediately understood why Michelle had caught the maid using excessive violence without even dressing properly.

I had been wondering about it.

No matter how far Michelle’s personality had deteriorated, she wouldn’t treat innocent people badly.

“That child was in the wrong.”

“Right? This isn’t my fault.”

“That’s right. It’s not the Count’s fault.”

Michelle brightened up like a child who was happy not to be scolded.

“But I did tell you not to hit the servants carelessly.”

“You said that child was bad too!”

Michelle shouted back, seeming upset that I wasn’t completely taking her side.

I spoke calmly while tying the ribbon strings behind her back.

“That’s right. That child was bad. So does that mean you need to become the villain?”

“…”

“That child did wrong. It’s natural to scold her. But the servants don’t know that.”

“…Whether they know or not, what does it matter.”

“You… no, the Count would become a bad person who assaulted an innocent person. Why wouldn’t that matter?”

“I’m not good-natured to begin with. And whether others think I’m a bad person or not…”

Michelle glanced at me.

“It’s enough if you know. I only need you.”

This young lady, really.

Still, I’m a little touched…

“And they’re all insignificant things anyway. What’s important about what such things think?”

…What touching moment.

Are all nobles like this?

I recalled the arrogant men I had seen long ago.

Arzen and Yurta. Those bastards were exactly like that too.

“Then am I insignificant too?”

“What?”

“I’m also a commoner, young lady.”

“You’re different!”

Michelle shouted as if absolutely denying it.

After tying all the strings on Michelle’s clothes, I let go of my hands and said.

“They and I are the same. Though you might think differently.”

“…”

“I’m not forcing you to think this way. But please refrain from acting like this in front of the servants.”

“…”

“Reputation will surely prove useful at some point after time passes.”

“…I understand.”

Michelle had a sullen face but nodded her head.

Now it was time to give the carrot.

“And I don’t want you to become a bad person to others.”

“…I understand. I’ll pay attention to my reputation, okay?”

“It’s not because of reputation. Do you know how upset I get every time I hear bad things about you from people around us?”

“…Upset?”

“Yes.”

Michelle had a face that said she didn’t understand.

“You’re not that kind of person, and I know that you’re a good person.”

“…”

“Every time that happens, I get so upset I could go crazy. You don’t know how I feel, do you?”

Michelle looked like she was about to cry, as if her heart was heavy.

Judging by her expression, it seemed like she would listen to me well for a while.

‘Will it last a week?’

I really hope so.

What I said was also true.

I had gotten angry more than once or twice when the servants spoke carelessly about Michelle.

Despite everything, Michelle and I had been together from the days when we had no one until now.

Even if we pretended otherwise, we only had each other to rely on.

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