The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me

Poor thing. That’s what Rosie thinks when she looks at Dylan. Of course, Rosie doesn’t completely sympathize with Dylan. She looked at him with some hatred. The woman who stole my body when I was a child came to Herthas and was given the name Rose. Her name was Rosie, but the existence of ‘Rosie’ was erased. Rose had done it. Rosie watched every scene, talking to everyone, trying to somehow prove that she was alive. But no one heard. It was the same when my mother died. She screamed to herself that she might die like this, but no one listened. That’s why Rosie hated the Herthas. But Dylan was a bit of an exception. Rosie knew. Dylan often leaves flowers on her mother’s grave. He’d tormented her to death, and she half-understood how he felt. But she couldn’t let go of her hatred for him, for being one of Herthas’s who had made her mother suffer. “Breathe, Dylan.” Rose looked sadly at Dylan, who couldn’t breathe and was only sweating, and pulled herself back with the pierced blade. “Look at this, Dylan.” She looked kindly, pressing the tip of the sword with her finger. “It’s a toy knife.” “… Hah.” “It’s a joke, it’s a joke.” Even though she said it was a joke, Dylan slumped to the floor helplessly. It was quite a sight to see the two brothers sitting helplessly on the floor. “In the first place, I should have told you not to bring people in.” Rosie saw the attendants standing anxiously outside the door. “Didn’t I?” “That, that… The Master was calling the young lady…” She blinked and opened the door. “… It’s true. My father is calling you.” “… Really?” Dylan looked into Rosie’s eyes and opened his mouth carefully. “… Rose, if you’re having a hard time, do you want me to come with you?” Funny, really. You don’t realize that it was just a shell. The Rose you care about isn’t here. “It’s okay. you pick him up. Of course, you wouldn’t leave for your brother who is bleeding like that.” “You…” Rosie pushed past Dylan and headed for Herthas’s room. “Rose, my daughter.” When she entered, the maid smiled brightly. Rosie swallowed the pretense, hiding her disgust for a moment. “Father.” He spread his arms out, and Rosie jumped into his arms as if she’d been waiting for him. Ah. Wouldn’t it be great if I’d jumped into his arms with a sword? I thought as I slowly wrapped my hands around his back. “My proud daughter, how was your pilgrimage?” Without knowing it, he whispered in ecstasy. “Of course. It went well.” “I see. Isn’t it hard?” “That’s what it takes to be a proud daughter.” At those words, he smiled happily.How could you not be happy when your daughter, who disappeared five years ago, became a savior and gave you wealth, honor, and power? Rosie buried her face in his chest. I really want to kill you. This damn bastard, who was so ruthless when my mother begged for her life. Dylan, Yurtha, and their father. Even Rose, who took my body and couldn’t protect my mother. I hate them all. Rosie came here to take revenge on Herthas. ***** “Ouch.” This is why it’s dangerous to walk through the woods at night. I accidentally stepped on a branch and fell. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, and I blinked continuously. I rubbed my sore ankles and looked around. How am I going to get home with this leg? While I was struggling with a moan, I heard a rustling sound coming from somewhere, breaking through the leaves. <Go back carefully. These days, there are not one or two people who suddenly disappear one day in the village…> Suddenly, I remembered what Si-eon had said. Why the hell does he say that…! I curse in annoyance as the rustling gets closer and closer Just as I was about to pull myself back, a hand pushed through the leaves and looked at me. “Wife?” A familiar face. I let out a sigh of relief. “You didn’t come back and it’s the middle of the night, so I came out worried… Why are you here?” Richard approached me with a bewildered look on his face. “That… On the way home, I fell and my feet…” “Did you sprain your ankle?” “Well. Yeah…” As soon as I finished speaking, Richard tried to grab my ankle. The pain hasn’t gone away yet…! Slap. When I slapped his hand, he looked at me with a puzzled look. “Don’t touch me because it hurts.” “Are you in a lot of pain?” He looked at me like he was really worried, then turned and showed his back. “Can you climb it?” “Thank you, Richard.” I leaned on his back without hesitation. Had it been someone else, I would have declined immediately, but after seeing Richard lightly pick up an object weighing over 100 kg with one hand, I decided not to treat him as a person. “Since when have you been here?” He asked as if he’d been waiting for me. “Is it possible that the reason you didn’t come back even though it was late was because your ankle hurt so you were still there?” ‘It’s not that serious.’ And I just fell. He seemed to have misunderstood. I would say no, but to do that, I had to tell him where I was and what I did before that. He didn’t like me looking for a job, and I didn’t think he’d be happy to hear it now. ‘I’ll tell him later.’ “Your back is warm.” I hugged him tightly and buried my head. Perhaps it was because my body was pressed against his back, I could feel his muscles shrink. Although Richard likes to interact with me, he was not immune to such things. “You know what, Richard? When I was little, my mother carried me like this.” Strangely, my memories of Korea have been hazy since I arrived. But every once in a while, old memories come back to me like this. Richard also noticed that I often recall childhood memories. Strangely, each time he felt anxious. “But my mother was not as strong as you, she had a hard time carrying me around, and I figured it out… Do you know what I did then?” “… What did you do?” “One time, my mom asked me to get off for a second because she was having a hard time. And I cried so hard that I didn’t want to.” It was the selfish foolishness of a child. I leaned in his arms and muttered languidly. “I just remembered that time in a weird way.” “I know how you feel. I, too, had only been carried by my mother once when I was a child, and I remember how good it was.” “Is that right? I guess mother’s arms are the best. And now you’re so big you can’t even be carried.” “You have me.” I couldn’t stop laughing at that.. Richard hugged me, took me to the hut, and carefully laid me on the bed. He soaked a towel and wiped the mud off my feet and applied a compress to my ankle. It was a minor setback, but I didn’t mind.I had caught a bad cold before, and Richard was by my side, taking great care of me. “Give me a hug, Richard.” I was uncharacteristically stupid. Richard’s expression, who would normally approach me, was strangely shady. “Richard?” When I called him out of curiosity, a friendly body temperature enveloped my body. When I felt the warm body temperature, I always felt comfortable. ***** Rose’s arms were warm. Richard hugged her tightly and fell asleep. Rose leaned into his arms with a relaxed look on her face, checking his temperature. Suddenly, however, he felt a chill in his arms. It was the first light of dawn. Richard felt the missing warmth and jumped up from his seat. Rose, who was supposed to be at his side, was not there. No, no. “Rose.” “……” “Rose, where are you?” I searched all over the house, but there was no answer from anywhere. He reflexively traced the crumpled blanket on which she was lying. A slight warmth. It looks like she just disappeared. Richard stormed out of the cabin, not bothering to clean up his act. The memory will surely come back ‘again‘. ***** What. What is it. What’s wrong with this? It was a normal night, I sleeping leaning on Richard’s arms. But suddenly, my head hurts as if it’s about to break, and strange memories start to seep into me. Dylan, Celine, Si-eon… The names of several people came to my mind, and I also remembered who the man lying next to me was. Richard. This man is playing tricks on my amnesia. ‘I must run!’ Without even wearing shoes, I hurriedly ran out of the hut barefoot. But I couldn’t get far, dragging my injured foot. The sun was slowly rising, but it was still dark in the forest, and I tripped over a tree root and fell. At that time. “Rose.” A creepy voice called her from behind.