The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me

Chapter 203 I suppressed the expression that was about to twist across my face as I looked at Yurhta. The situation here seemed to be settling, but there were still many unresolved matters left for me to handle. “Sister.” Yurhta called me again. That’s when I noticed the wound on his hand. Why was he bleeding like that…? “Yes, Yurtha.” I reluctantly called out his name. His eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn’t expected me to respond this way. Shi-eon’s eyes sank as he watched us. “I’m fine. Why don’t you help wrap things up here?” I needed to have a proper discussion with Yurtha now. “Yurtha, shall we move somewhere else?” As I grabbed his hand, his black eyelashes trembled. “Okay, sister.” I took Yurtha to a safer location. It seemed there was a waiting area nearby that had been set up for the nobles. After seating Yurtha, I brought some bandages. The number of injured people was high, so there were plenty of medical supplies lying around “Does your hand hurt a lot?” “… It doesn’t really hurt.” “How did you get hurt? I’m worried.” “… Worry?” Yurtha shrank sharply, as if my friendly demeanor was unfamiliar and awkward. “All done. Don’t get hurt anymore. It’s painful, isn’t it?” “…….” “Anywhere else that hurts?” “This hand, too.” Yurtha extended his other hand. “…This one hurts, too?” It only had a small scratch, hardly enough to call it painful. “Put some medicine on it, sister.” It’s hard to even call it a wound here…? Yurtha’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. Ah, so he wasn’t really in pain. He was acting like a spoiled child seeking attention. I pretended not to notice and applied medicine to his hand. “Blow like you did when we were kids.” Now this was crossing the line… No. Calm down. I leaned in and gently blew on his hand as he’d asked. “Get well soon. Abracadabra.” It adds a childish spell. He was the one who asked me to do it, but he wiped the back of his hand with a blushing face as if he didn’t know he would do it. “Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?” Abandoning him and going to Dylan. He was spitting out words of resentment, but his red eyes were full of anticipation. He must have been entertaining some foolish dream about the future. “I just feel a little sorry for you.” “……” “So I want us to get along better.” I put my hand on the back of Yurtha’s hand. The man, once consumed by madness and rage, now looked at me with the face of an innocent boy. The sight made me feel strange. I never expected to see such a refreshing side of him. His face, flushed like an unripe apple, was strangely pure and unguarded. I leaned in closer. Looking at Yurtha whose breathing became rough, I carefully brought out the main point. “So Yurtha, please stop Dylan’s curse.” “… What?” “We’ve cleared up the misunderstandings between us now. I won’t push you away anymore, and you don’t need to hate Dylan anymore either.” At that moment, the innocent-looking boy disappeared and a familiar madness in his eyes. “… Hah.” “…….” “Of course, you haven’t changed. I should have known something was off.” Desperate to bring back the gentler version of him, I squeezed his hand tightly. Instead, Yurtha used that moment to pull me closer. “That damned Dylan. So it’s all because of him again?” “…….” “Ha… How much do you have to make me miserable before you’re satisfied?” “Yurtha, that’s not what I mean…” “If I lift Dylan’s curse, you’ll accept me out of charity? If that’s not degrading, what is? Did you think I’d be happy with that?” Not a single thing he said was wrong. Even though we had resolved the misunderstanding about him not being Celine’s killer, I still disliked him. Emotions that have been accumulated for a long time cannot be easily untangled. “What makes Dylan different from me? He stood by and let the woman you loved die, yet you still cherish him. Why?” “Don’t mess with it, Yurtha.” “Are you mad?” Hah. Yurtha looked at me with a frustrated face. It was then. A knock on the door was heard. “I… Young master Dylan Herthas is here to see you.” Yurtha grabbed my shoulder and leaned in, his lips brushing close to my ear. “In that case, let’s do this, Sister.”  ***** Dylan entered the waiting room. “How did you get here, Dylan?” Unlike his earlier manic behavior, he seemed somewhat composed now. “I thought you’d go to the plaza, so I came here. Then I heard you entered the waiting room with Yurtha… but you’re alone?” “Yurtha went a long time ago. I couldn’t stand the sight of him, so I kicked him out without a word.” “Is that so?” Being near me again seemed to worsen Dylan’s condition; beads of cold sweat appeared on his brow. It was sad to see him, but I made up my mind to call him. “Dylan, I know now.” “…You know?” He looked confused, as though he didn’t understand what I was trying to say. “Why did you do it?” “What are you talking about, Rose?” It was time to confront him. “Why didn’t you say anything when you saw Celine’s death?” Even as I said it, I couldn’t believe the accusation I was making. How could I even think Dylan would… Wait. Strangely, Dylan’s face had gone completely pale. I suppressed my anxious mind and thought. I don’t think Dylan could do that. It must be because he was in pain “What are you talking about, Rose?” Dylan’s denial gave me a strange sense of relief. Of course, he couldn’t have. But an ominous feeling continued to grow in the back of my mind. “Don’t deny it, Dylan. Do you think I’d say this without proof?” “…You have proof?” He seemed unbearably anxious. Still wrestling with uncontrollable emotions, I pressed him again, my voice more serious this time, as though trying to extract the truth. “Dylan, why did you do it?” “Rose, I…” “Then what is it?!” In the end, he uttered a word with difficulty. “I’m sorry.” My head went numb. sorry? why? why are you sorry <Test Dylan.> <He’s weak when it comes to you. If you confront him strongly, he’ll eventually apologize.> <I have to say that he have an obsession to pretend to be good until the end while doing terrible things.> Why had I followed Yurtha’s suggestion, even though I didn’t believe him? I couldn’t even understand my own actions. But… that tiny seed of doubt had ultimately led me to act on Yurtha’s words. Even as I repeated to myself that it couldn’t be true. “Why are you apologizing?” Why? “I’m sorry.” So, you really just stood by and did nothing? “…Why did you do it?” “…I…” Dylan opened his mouth as if searching for the right words, but then lowered his head. “… I didn’t mean to do that on purpose.” “Of course you didn’t. If you did it on purpose… would you even be human? Answer me.” “I just… I didn’t want you to get hurt.” “Is that all?” If I’d heard that before testing him, I might have believed it. But now, his words carried no weight. Finally, he confessed the truth. “When that incident happened, you told me how much you despised Yurtha. So I…” “…You’re not saying—” “I thought it’d be better if you hated Yurtha forever.” I stared at Dylan, utterly at a loss. Was Yurtha really right all along? “How could you do that to me?” “… I’m Sorry.” “I trusted you, Dylan.” To the extent that I only share my secrets with you. “You were the one who gave me hope. You were the one who told me how to return home.” Dylan was the one who told me I had to kill the transcendent to return to Korea. “And yet… you deceived me?” My head was still spinning. Why did it have to be you who betrayed me? “…You were everything to me.” “…….” “You were all I ever had. I had nothing else. So… I couldn’t bear to lose you.” The look of Dylan reminded me of a boy a long time ago. A boy standing alone and lonely without anyone to talk to. But that pitiful boy had disappeared, and in his place stood the detestable man who now confronted me. “You were the only one who stayed by my side.” “……” “That’s why, honestly, I regretted giving you information about how to return to the place you came from. I was afraid you’d disappear forever.” “…Then why did you give it to me?” “Because I thought it would make you like me more.” Before I realized it, Dylan was crying. His voice was filled with desperation, as if pleading with me. But there was only one thing I could say to him. “I can’t look at you anymore.” “… Rose, don’t do this.” “You should’ve known this would happen if you were found out.” I tried to walk past him indifferently, but he grabbed my wrist. “Let go.” “… Rose.” “Let go of me…” At that moment, Dylan’s red eyes gleamed strangely. As if the leash has been released. At that moment, a thumping sound came from the window. It was Yurtha who was hiding outside. He drew his sword and stepped forward. “Enough. Let go of sister, Brother.”