The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 89

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Episode 89

“Miss, you haven’t taken your medicine yet, have you?”

“…Yeah.”

“I’ll prepare it for you, so please take it quickly. You’re not feeling well, so you need to take it on time.”

“…Alright.”

Michelle’s spirit had been somewhat broken.

She sat obediently and took the medicine I had prepared for her.

Usually she would complain that it was bitter and refuse, but now seeing her take it obediently was quite satisfying.

“Rina.”

Michelle, who had swallowed the medicine, called my name.

“It’s just the two of us here. Call me like you usually do.”

“I’m doing that right now, Miss.”

Michelle had now become the Master, unlike a few years ago.

However, the title “Miss” that I had called her with affection for so long wouldn’t easily leave my lips.

The word “Count” just wouldn’t become familiar at all.

“Not that. There’s something else.”

Michelle said sullenly, her ear tips turning red.

Normally I would have teased her a few times before calling her that, but today I decided to just do as she wanted.

“Michelle.”

When I called her name, Michelle smiled happily.

…Seeing that expression reminded me of a certain man who had asked me to call his name long ago.

Even though three years had passed.

There was no time to get sentimental.

My leave had also been ruined. Completely ruined at that.

When Michelle threw a tantrum from the morning, I cleanly gave up my leave and stayed by her side.

‘I’ll ask to take the day I couldn’t rest off later.’

When I cheered Michelle up, her face looked much better.

Still, she couldn’t shake off her melancholy mood.

It must be because of the maid selling her mother’s keepsakes.

She seemed quite bothered by not being able to concentrate properly on work.

“Don’t worry, Miss.”

“…About what.”

“You keep worrying about the keepsakes right now.”

“…That’s not it.”

Sure it’s not.

It’s written all over your face.

Michelle’s pride reached the sky.

She absolutely didn’t want to show weakness to others.

She could be honest about things like this though.

“Liar. Have I only served you for a day or two? It’s already been three years.”

“…”

“I can tell what you want to say just by looking at your face now.”

I hadn’t just casually observed her for three years – I’d seen her every day, all day long.

I had become so skilled at handling her that noticing her mood was nothing at all.

“You can speak honestly.”

“…You’re right, I am worried.”

“See. I was right.”

Her face crumpled as if she was about to cry.

I sighed and patted her back.

“I was going to tell you – I’ll find the keepsakes for you, so don’t worry.”

“…What?”

Michelle looked at me with surprised eyes.

“I met that maid earlier. We had a nice, comfortable chat. So she confessed everything.”

I had cleanly threatened her when Michelle wasn’t around.

Since it was an urgent matter, I went a bit hard like a neighborhood thug.

When I said I’d eliminate all of the maid’s family members, the maid who had kept her mouth shut even when Michelle hit her finally spoke honestly.

I was really dumbfounded then.

“I found out where she sold them, so I’ll go and retrieve them.”

“…Rina.”

“So don’t worry and just work. You trust me, right?”

Michelle nodded with her eyes completely red.

Then she whispered softly.

“…Thank you.”

Michelle saying thank you – this was quite unexpected.

According to what I’d learned in three years here, nobles never express gratitude or apologize.

Especially not to their subordinates.

Michelle was no exception. She was an arrogant noble to her bones.

Somehow I felt proud.

I smiled with my eyes curved into crescents.

“Don’t mention it.”

* * *

It was three years ago.

Just a few months after settling into Sablewin Manor, I was fired by Michelle.

However, exactly two weeks later, Michelle came looking for me.

Somehow knowing where my house was, she barged in as if she would break down the door.

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

And she asked me point-blank.

After being fired from the manor, I couldn’t find decent work and was looking through job postings in my newly rented house.

I put down the job posting and asked.

“What is?”

“Don’t play dumb. It was you.”

“I’m not sure what you mean, Miss.”

I caught on to what Michelle was saying, but I didn’t want to get deeply involved so I played ignorant.

Honestly speaking, I didn’t want to get entangled with Michelle.

If Gilbert found out about this, I would have a hard time keeping my life.

“Do you think I came here without knowing? You’re the one who sent that letter to the Howard Family.”

“Why do you think it was me?”

“…Because there’s no one else but you.”

To put it bluntly, Michelle was right that I was the one who sent the letter to the Howard Family.

A few years ago, the trading company Gilbert ran had suffered major losses and collapsed after being crushed by the Howard Family.

Gilbert harbored strong resentment about this.

At the time there was no way to get revenge, but problems arose when Gilbert, who appointed himself as Michelle’s proxy, ran the trading company.

Sablewin Manor’s trading company had tremendous influence in this region.

Gilbert decided to use the Sablewin Trading Company’s influence to crush the Howard Family.

Gilbert first bullied the subcontractors connected to Howard.

He cut off the supply of goods that had been delivered to the Sablewin Trading Company.

As a result, the Howard Family was cornered.

‘But the Howard Family is also the only family that can save Michelle.’

Michelle’s age is nineteen.

The Empire considers twenty to be adulthood.

Until she turns twenty, Michelle cannot inherit either the trading company or the family.

That’s why her uncle, Gilbert, is running rampant.

Unfortunately, Michelle had no authority to choose a proxy.

Except for one method.

If a proxy is found to have abused the heir, they can no longer maintain their qualification as proxy.

And then Michelle would be able to choose her own proxy.

Until now, the Howard Family had to beg Gilbert for mercy, but if evidence of Michelle’s abuse comes to light, the story flows differently.

Gilbert had never openly hit Michelle before.

He just created situations pretending it was Michelle’s fault and cleverly abused her under the guise of discipline.

However, having worked under both Michelle and Gilbert, I know all the circumstances and have evidence to prove the abuse.

So I sent the evidence to the Howard Family.

“I came knowing everything, so don’t play dumb. Tell me the truth.”

Michelle glared at me fiercely.

Anyone watching would think I was her mortal enemy who killed her parents.

“Why did you send that letter on your own?”

“…”

“I never told you to do that. Why did you act on your own?”

I know.

She never asked for help.

Helping someone without asking their opinion is nothing more than selfish behavior.

“Did you pity me?”

Was her pride hurt thinking she received sympathy?

Well. Michelle is an arrogantly born noble like Arzen. To her, I was nothing but a lowly servant.

“Do you hate being pitied?”

“What?”

“Sometimes I’m grateful even for pity.”

Michelle’s expression crumpled.

I looked at her and answered calmly.

“I hoped you wouldn’t get hit anymore. That’s why I sent the letter to the Howard Family.”

Since Michelle seemed convinced it was me anyway, I decided to just reveal it.

“You asked if I pitied you? Yes. I felt sorry for you.”

“…How dare you pity me, knowing your place?”

“You were pitiful enough for someone like me to dare pity you.”

“…I just had to endure a few more months. Then I would have inherited the authority.”

She seemed to think that way.

Michelle’s desperate endurance in that manor was surely because everything would become hers in just a few months.

But unfortunately, the world wasn’t so easy.

“Do you know something, Miss?”

Michelle’s fine eyebrows shot up.

“Cases where proxies hand over assets are rare. Strangely, heirs frequently die in accidents or go missing.”

“…”

It was very common for proxies who didn’t want to return authority to children to kill the rightful heirs.

“And a few months is longer than you think, so by the time you inherit the family and trading company, your uncle would have seized control of quite a lot.”

“…Insolent thing.”

Given Michelle’s usual personality, it wouldn’t be strange if she immediately grabbed my hair or slapped me.

However, Michelle said nothing and remained still.

“I’m sorry for making assumptions. If you don’t like my actions, you can just dismiss the Howard Family.”

“…”

Michelle was silent for a moment.

The silence continued for a while.

When the tense atmosphere loosened and became boring, Michelle opened her mouth.

“…I’ll cooperate with the Howard Family.”

“Do that.”

“I’ll drive out that snake.”

“Good idea.”

Michelle’s eyes burned with deep hatred.

It was definitely different from the weak eyes filled only with pride that I knew before.

“I need a proxy.”

“You should find one then.”

“You do it.”

“Yes.”

I, who had been answering indifferently, looked up in surprise.

“…What?”

“Be my proxy.”

Had she not awakened but just gone crazy?

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