The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me

Chapter 201 I have to stay up. I can’t collapse here. I must go after my sister. Yurtha took out his sword and cut his hand. Clinging to his fleeting consciousness, he ran.  ***** What does he mean by giving me a chance? My head froze at the voice that didn’t sound like Dylan’s. something was off. But my injured leg slowed me down, and I couldn’t leave Dylan behind. “If you don’t go now, I… I think I’ll truly lose myself. And when that happens, I don’t know what I’ll do to you.” His trembling voice was drenched in pain but laced with an unsettling anticipation. I unconsciously took a step backwards. Then Dylan’s crimson eyes gleamed ominously as he straightened and extended his hand toward me. “Ugh… No, Rose. Don’t go.” “…….” “You don’t have to go to the plaza. Viscount Ascent is planning to kidnap Rosie. So stay here with me. Please?” Did they plan this together? Does that mean nothing is going to happen today? I wanted to ask, but Dylan was in such a strange state right now that I couldn’t probe further. Burying his face in his hands, Dylan muttered incoherently. “No… go.” “… Dylan.” “Just leave me… ha.” Don’t go. Don’t leave me. No, just go. It was clear that Dylan was not in his right mind, repeating conflicting pleas over and over. It felt so creepy that I took a few steps back without realizing it. But soon, I made up my mind. “Let’s meet again later, Dylan.” Then I turned and ran. I can’t use one leg properly, so it might be awkward to run. Still, I did the best I could. Bizarre sobs and laughter were heard behind me. ‘Where should I go?’ It was the first time I saw the road, so I couldn’t figure out the way to the plaza. I wandered aimlessly through the streets “Savior?” Someone called out to me, as if recognizing me. Damn it. A word from a passerby was the starting point, and the number of people recognizing me began to increase. “Isn’t that person the savior?” “But the savior…” Suspicion grew in their eyes. A fake impersonating the Savior. They seemed to have come up with such a hypothesis. Damn it. This is bad. What should I do? “You imposter!”Just then, a man yanked my arm. I staggered, dragged by my injured ankle. “Let go of this!” “How dare a fraud like you impersonate the Savior!” The situation spiraled out of control. I had no idea how to respond.How to deal with… “What kind of disrespect is this to the Savior?” A familiar voice cut through the tension, and I turned, startled. A man with striking golden hair stood there, radiating arrogance. “If you don’t want to lose that arm, I suggest you let go immediately.” “……!” The man holding my arm froze, then released me, trembling. The man looked at Argen with contemplation. “I-I didn’t realize it was the Savior…” Argen turned to me with a faint smile. “What would you like me to do with him, Savior?” How obnoxious. He must know I’m not the real Savior. “Go away.” I snapped at the man who’d grabbed my arm. “Th-thank you, Savior!” As I stared at the disappearing man, Argen pulled off his robe and draped it over my shoulders. “Why are you out here in such shabby clothes, Savior.” He led me to a carriage he had parked nearby, away from prying eyes. “Have you come to capture me?” “I heard that a mysterious man came out of nowhere, stormed the cellar, and kidnapped you.” “…….” “I’ve been looking for you, Rose.” He tilted my chin up to inspect my face for injuries. “Though, you don’t seem to be in much distress…” It was as if he were suspicious of what happened today. “Argen.” Now that it had come to this, there was no turning back. I had to settle things with him once and for all. First, I needed to confirm something. “Do you know what will happen in the ceremony?” “What do you mean?” Argen narrowed his eyes as if he didn’t know. Maybe, unlike Anri and his faction, he didn’t know what the Savior was trying to do. “What has the Savior asked for your help with?” “…….” “Tell me, Argen. Please.” When I grabbed his hand earnestly, he sighed. “I’ve occasionally granted some favors but haven’t done anything significant. I’ve only exchanged a few letters and met with the Savior a couple of times.” “But you collaborated to capture me in the Cursed Land.” “That was… an exceptional situation back then.” I’m dumbfounded. He cooperated with the Savior to capture me? I couldn’t understand why he was so obsessed with me. “Other than that, I had nothing special with the Savior, though she did take an interest in my mansion.” “Your mansion?” “I don’t know why.” Is there anything special about the Evantes mansion that Rosie might be interested in? “Did the Savior promise to lift the curse on you?” “…….” “That has to be it.” That’s the only way the Savior could hold and shake you.” “Why are you asking that?” “Because I need you too.” “What?” Green eyes widened in surprise, as if hearing an unexpected story. “If you took the Savior’s hand because you wanted to break the curse, switch allegiances and work with me instead.” “I’ve told you before, Rose—” “Stop talking about marriage. Do you think you can have me with that kind of force?” “Have you forgotten you’re already in the palm of my hand?” Argen reached out and grabbed a lock of my hair. This is in Evantes’ carriage. Then let me clarify. You could have me—but only as a rotting corpse.” “What?” “If you try anything now, I’d rather bite my tongue and die. If you want me so badly, take my lifeless body.” Argen’s brow furrowed like someone who had just heard something terribly uncomfortable. What will he do now? Get angry? Mock me? Instead, his face took on an unexpectedly serious expression. “… Then what should I do?” I was shocked. This wasn’t like him at all. Not with his pride and overwhelming arrogance. “I told you, I’m not going to give you what you want, so tell the Savior what you heard, and I’ll lift the curse.” “…….” “Maybe it would be better to keep a good relationship like this, because it’s too ridiculous to hold the Savior’s hand and expect him to be with you.” If he agreed to join forces, I was willing to stay with him until his curse was lifted. Argen closed his eyes slowly, seemingly deep in thought. “The Savior said the curse could be broken through prolonged physical contact or… more intimate interactions.” “…….” “But I doubt you can break my curse without running away.” That’s how I’d guessed all along, and that’s why he’d asked me to marry him. “Prove it, Rose.” The crack of distrust widened with misplaced trust. “Prove…?” I wanted to say we could draw up a contract right now, but there wasn’t much time. Instead, I leaned forward, placing my hand on his thigh to steady myself. I felt the muscles beneath his skin tense as he sharply inhaled. I pressed a soft kiss to his lips and drew back. He stared at me, slightly dazed. “…You’re truly…” His voice cracked as he spoke, a mix of frustration and admiration. “Devious.” A dark desire shines in his green eyes. “What do you want from me?” Finally. “So what I want is….” ***** “Oh, no, I’ve got blood on me.” Rosie muttered. As she stepped out of the carriage, the first person she saw was Anri. As expected. But things went by ridiculously fast. “… What are you.” Anri gasped, collapsing against a tree. Blood spilled from his lips as he coughed violently. They were in a dark, deserted forest, far from any other humans. The knights who had been sent to kidnap Rosie lay lifeless at her feet, all slain by her hand. “… You never had this kind of power before.” Rosie smiled brightly at Anri’s words. Thanks to Lee Shi-eon, her body had been reforged, stronger and more durable than any ordinary human. But back then, it was not as powerful as it is now. “You already know, Anri. I was trying to draw power from the cursed land.” Perhaps it was because demon blood had once been spilled there, but the energy from that land was unique. Raising her pale hand, Rosie displayed the dark energy surging and swirling around it. “You’ve already absorbed its power?” Anri stammered, stunned. “There shouldn’t have been enough sacrifices to do that… How did you…?” Anri’s voice trailed off, disbelief etched across her face. Hadn’t today’s ceremony been meant to open the ‘Gate’ and summon the energy? Rosie then smiled. “The sacrifices have already been made, Anri.” “What…” Anri knew exactly how many sacrifices Rosie had offered. That was why he couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Maybe you deceived me…” “No. I didn’t deceive you.” Rosie’s tone was light. “The final sacrifice was me.” “…What?” Anri’s eyes wavered, unfocused. He staggered backward, as though struggling to process the revelation. “Time’s up,” Rosie said, her voice cold. “I need to get going.” Without a backward glance, she left Anri behind, gravely injured and bleeding. The wound was fatal. Anri would most likely die on his own. If you’re lucky, you might live. It was a final act of mercy that she didn’t cut off Anri’s breathing. She turned toward the plaza where the ceremony would be held. -Stop. At that moment, a voice intercepted her in her head. Lee Shi-eon. -This is your last chance, Rosie. She ignored Shi-eon’s words and walked. Last chance? How laughable. Her last chance had passed long ago. Rosie arrived at the plaza and heard a loud shout. “The Savior! It’s the Savior!” The crowd was wild with praise, chanting and celebrating. But Rosie was hardened. Like a supporting character standing behind the stage. The reason was clear. The one receiving all the praise and adoration wasn’t Rosie. Why… why is Rose standing there?At the center of the plaza, basking in the crowd’s admiration, Rose was giving a speech as the Savior.