The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me

Chapter 199 Yurtha clenched his teeth. The Marquis Evantes must have done something to his sister or else… He was about to grab Rose’s hand. That moment. “There.” Argen, who had come down to the underground, blocked Yurtha. “Yurtha Herthas.” “…….” “What are you doing now?” “Well, Marquis, I heard you were preventing me from entering, so what is this?” “Looking at what you are doing, I should have known better.” Argen entered the room and stood between Rose and Yurtha. Yurtha’s eyebrows twitched in annoyance. At that moment, the knights who followed Argen drew their swords. Yurtha looked at the sword pointed at his neck as if they were plastic.Will he kill them all? “Don’t worry, Rose.” “Argen…” Argen hugged Rose reassuringly, and she stared at Yurtha with mournful eyes. Rose seemed helplessly and reluctantly embraced by Argen. Yurtha’s hand tightened on the sword.Let’s kill them all.That will do. At that moment when his red eyes flashed, Rose shook her head. Small lips open slightly. ‘Don’t do it, Yurtha.’ Why? She doesn’t like things to get out of hand, … and if they do, she’ll hate me even more. At the same time as thinking about that, Yurtha was perplexed. I broke her leg to stop her from running away, so what’s he worried about? Just go straight… ‘Please, Yurtha.’ The woman shot him an intense glare, tears welling up in her eyes. Ah. Yurtha put down his sword in the end, being eaten by those eyes. Damn it“Come on and get him out of here.” Even at the moment when Yurtha was captured by the knights, he couldn’t take his eyes off Rose. A strange light shone in Yurtha’s eyes as he was dragged away.  ***** A few days have passed since Yurtha was taken away. Meanwhile, the Marquis Evantes and his knights strictly prevented him from accessing the basement. Yurtha often saw Marquis Evantes go into the basement. Each time, he was overcome with the urge to pick up his sword and thrust it into Argen’s neck, but he managed to suppress the urge. [Yurtha, your consciousness is short.I heard that you’ve been causing trouble, what’s going on?] A letter has arrived from the fake, the tone seemed to suggest suspicion.As Yurtha wrote his reply, he couldn’t understand himself. If he couldn’t meet Rose like this, what had he imprisoned her for? Why was he pretending to be the fake’s brother? [My apologies, Sister. I was so upset by the fact that the fake was impersonating you, I nearly ruined everything.] Why was he doing this? Wasn’t it to get rid of Rose’s place? Yes. That’s why you have to be patient.Yurtha tried to be as patient as possible, to restrain himself. However, without realizing it, his steps led him toward the basement where Rose was… The Transcendent’s developed senses allowed him to see and hear many things. Every night he would hear Rose weep. Maybe she doesn’t know. Ah. I want to run to her right now. I want to run and hug her. Wiping the tears from her eyes… Then… The anger was directed towards Argen and the fake. Yurtha’s patience was reaching its limit. So finally, the day before the ceremony. “… Yurtha.” He heard her sobbing as she called his name. “Why did you lock me in here and leave me alone?” Hiding in the basement and listening to her talk to herself was no longer enough. Yurtha’s throat, eavesdropping like a mouse, moved anxiously. “… Please save me.” “…….” “… Yurtha.” Finally, the strings of reason he had so desperately clung to snapped.The day of the ceremony. A feverish beast was uncontrollable and rampaged.As the Marquis of Evantes left the manor to assist the savior, Yurtha put on his robe. He smiled happily and stormed the basement. Bang! He swung his sword as if to shake off the heat he had suppressed. Bricks were scattered everywhere and dust flew everywhere. His mind was filled with joy. “Sister, I’m here to save you.” ***** “… Yurtha?” “Have you been waiting, sister?” “…….” I had been aiming for a moment like this, but… I stared blankly at Yurtha who broke down the wall. His face was far more twisted with madness than I had imagined. The scene beyond the broken wall was just as chaotic I hadn’t expected him to go this far, acting like a madman without a thought for consequences. “My apologies for not arriving sooner. I should have rescued you more quickly…” “… It-it’s fine.” As I answered, Yurtha hurriedly approached me and hugged me. “Let’s get out of here, Sister.” As my feet left the ground, I instinctively clung to him. Yurtha seemed pleased by this, and for a fleeting moment, I nearly frowned. “Catch him! He’s intruder!” At that time, the knights who rushed in shouted at Yurtha. Yurtha, who was wearing his robes, hurriedly left the basement. It appeared that where I had been held wasn’t a prison after all; even after escaping, we were still inside the mansion. “Catch them! Quickly!” Yurtha ran while holding me, avoiding the rushing knights. He moved so quickly that the knights couldn’t keep up with them and were easily shunned. As we passed quickly, I saw another building through the window on the side of the hallway. Suddenly, there was a flash of light and a bang, followed by a burst of flames and an explosion. “Over there!” The knights who were looking for us headed to the opposite building as if they had misunderstood. I looked at Yurta in disbelief.“Was that you?” Contrary to expectations, Yurtha’s forehead was slightly wrinkled. Didn’t he do it? “Don’t worry about that, sister.” How could I not worry? But I didn’t have time to dwell on the thought—there was no opportunity to. Yurtha gripped the window ledge and leapt. “Yurtha, wait–!” He grabbed me by the waist and jumped down. I was too stunned to scream. The height of the jump was considerable. As Yurtha hit the ground, I held onto him and took a deep breath. The knights who chased after us were surprised and grabbed the window sill and watched us. It looked like they couldn’t even dare to jump off a high floor. “If you suddenly jump like that…!” “They’re coming.” Yurtha ran, ignoring my words. What’s coming! Yurtha ran across the garden. The exit was right in front of me. Then something flying flew in front of us. “Rose!” A familiar voice, a welcoming face. The moment I saw the man’s face, I knew who caused the explosion a moment ago. “Dylan!” I shouted out of joy without knowing it, but the hand on my waist was tightening. Reflexively, I looked at Yurtha. Eyes afraid of losing the valuables he obtained. “No, sister.” I won’t let you go, never.  ***** “It’s time, Rose.” It was none other than Count Herthas who called her, who was sitting in Rose’s room in Herthas’ mansion. He also agreed to attend this ceremony. Thousands of people gather to worship his daughter on the day of the ceremony. A sacred ritual, a venerated savior, such a proud father. It was a satisfactory picture. “I raised an exceptional daughter.” Count Herthas smiled very happily. Rosie smiled back at him, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m just happy to be your wonderful daughter, Father.” Rosie’s eyes were empty as she said that. But Count Herthas didn’t notice it at all. “My mother would have liked it if she had been here with us.” At Rosie’s words, Count Herthas hardened. But soon he smiled kindly and responded calmly. “I’m sure she would have. It’s a shame she couldn’t be here.” His blurry eyes turned red. If anyone saw him, he would think of him as a poor man mourning his lost wife. Knowing that, Rosie’s eyelashes trembled. “She was such a kind woman, your mother.” “…….” “You wouldn’t know this, but she was quite capable. She helped me a lot with my work.” Rose’s gaze turned icy in an instant. “I am very, very sorry.” I just wanted to say something right away. But she held back, saving the best for last. She clenched her fists with all her might.The hem of Rose’s skirt was badly wrinkled after Count left. “Oh dear, I need to change.” As she pondered this, there was a knock on the door. “Savior, I’ve brought the Shaman, as you requested.” Rose’s lips were full of color. Soon the ‘shaman’ entered. “You’re the one who cursed Dylan, aren’t you?” Yurtha had told her long ago about the curse. A curse that brought excruciating pain whenever Dylan was near her or thought of her. That he would be consumed by madness at the end. On the surface, Dylan seemed very normal. Perhaps he’d been holding it together all this time. ‘You don’t need to endure anymore, Dylan.’ I’ll make it easy for you. “Amplify the curse.” Let him be consumed completely with madness.