A Fallen Holy Knight Is Obsessed With Me (12 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
As I drew closer, his smooth face finally came into clear view.
“You’re a bit late, aren’t you? Did you go to all this trouble just because I was coming? How… lovely. I’m happy, though.”
Simon spoke with honeyed praise, as if coaxing a child—but inwardly, he was slightly startled.
‘What is this? That look in her eyes…’
Kasha’s rose-pink eyes, fixed directly on him today of all days, held an unnervingly cold glint.
She didn’t blush at the sight of him as she usually did.
‘And besides… why does she look so perfectly put-together all of a sudden?’
Her hair, carefully combed, gleamed with healthy luster. Her figure had subtly filled out, gaining gentle new curves. Her shoulders sat straight and proud.
‘She seems like a completely different person.’
Whenever he’d visited before, Kasha had always appeared instantly—like a cat hearing the footsteps of the one who fed her. Though she’d usually shuffle awkwardly as she approached him.
Her hair would be tousled, her face pale, her frame thin and frail—utterly unremarkable.
Frankly, there wasn’t a single attractive quality about her, no matter how hard one tried to look.
‘So why has her whole demeanor changed so suddenly? Surely… that rumor isn’t actually true?’
Simon frowned slightly.
The Tyroite Duke’s ball a week ago had been a grand affair, attended by nearly every noble in the capital.
Had he not feared exposing his relationship with Kasha, he certainly would have attended.
But right after that ball, a strange rumor had begun circulating—
that something unusual was going on between Grand Duke Lion and Lady Kasha Lyuschno.
He’d scoffed when he first heard it.
It was absurd—downright laughable. How could the Kasha Lyuschno he knew, that foolish, clumsy girl, possibly be entangled with Grand Duke Lion?
Utter nonsense, not worth a second thought.
‘…And yet, it should clearly be nonsense.’
Thud.
The woman sitting across from him, placing her teacup down on the table, felt strangely unfamiliar.
Even the air surrounding her was different.
To hide his unease, Simon leaned back leisurely into the sofa. Kasha, watching him, finally spoke.
“What brings you here?”
“……”
This was odd. She used to be too shy to utter a word until he spoke first.
Slurp.
Kasha lifted her teacup and slowly savored the tea, then asked again.
“I asked what you wanted. Didn’t you hear me, Lord Blanch?”
“…What did you just say?”
Simon wondered if his ears had deceived him.
Lord Blanch? Setting aside the casual tone—as though speaking to an inferior—where had the girl gone who always shyly called him “Lord Simon”?
“Why? Is it so surprising that I, the second daughter of House Lyuschno—Margrave of the Borderlands and the Emperor’s shield—would speak plainly to you, the third son of a lowly baron’s family?”
“……”
Simon was momentarily speechless from sheer bewilderment.
What on earth had happened in just a few days?
Had Kasha Lyuschno’s very soul been replaced? She’d always bent herself to him like a fool.
‘Could it be… because I didn’t take her as my partner to the duke’s ball?’
Admittedly, she’d subtly hinted she’d hoped he’d escort her.
After the humiliation she’d suffered at her debutante presentation, that was only natural.
But he’d never dreamed of standing beside her in public.
Besides, the more she was trampled in society, the more she’d lean on him—and the easier she’d be to manage.
He’d had it all planned out.
‘So now, even a worm wriggles when stepped on, is that it?’
Hmph. Simon snorted inwardly.
Handling Kasha Lyuschno? That was child’s play for Simon Blanch.
“Oh, Kasha. You must be terribly disappointed we couldn’t attend the ball together. Of course—you’re a woman, after all. Right?”
Chattering on like that, Simon rose from the sofa.
He knew exactly what flustered Kasha the most—
physical contact: when he took her hand or gently brushed her hair aside.
Whether from sheer social awkwardness or the intensity of her feelings for him, even the slightest touch would leave her frozen like a broken doll.
He planned to smooth things over the same way this time.
He walked around the table and approached the sofa where Kasha sat.
Then, with what he considered a distinctly masculine air, he plopped down beside her and immediately placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Kasha, had it not been for that dreadful cold, I would’ve certainly taken your hand and gone to that ball with you. I was truly heartbroken—I called your name over and over that entire feverish night, did you know?”
Sweet, manipulative words designed to make Kasha swoon.
Simon found himself impressed anew by his own smooth-tongued eloquence.
“……”
‘Come to think of it, has Kasha been eating well lately? Her skin looks much better—so smooth, it clings perfectly to my touch.’
As that thought crossed his mind, Simon openly began stroking her shoulder.
Just then—
Kasha grasped Simon’s hand.
Well, more precisely, she pinched the edge of his suit sleeve between her thumb and forefinger and lifted his arm off her shoulder.
As if reluctantly touching something filthy.
To mask his embarrassment, Simon raised his voice even more dramatically.
“…Kasha? Ha! Ha! Is this really how you’ll treat me? Were you always this selfish? I was ill! Should I have dragged my sick body to that ball and caught something even worse just to please you?”
Right. If charm didn’t work, guilt was the next best tactic—and it had never failed with her fragile self-esteem.
Just as he reached out to cup her face with feigned nonchalance—
Splash!
“Aaah!”
Simon leapt to his feet.
“Are you insane, Kasha?”
Drip. Drip.
His hand, now bright red, throbbed from the scalding heat.
Kasha had poured the tea from her cup directly onto his hand.
Thankfully, it had cooled slightly after being poured—but had it been fresh, he might have sustained serious burns.
Face flushed and eyes wide, Simon stared at her in shock as Kasha spoke calmly.
“Oh—my mistake.”
“What did you say?”
“I thought I saw an insect. I startled and… spilled it.”
Kasha met his gaze squarely.
For a moment, Simon flinched.
Had those rose-pink eyes—always so naive and dull in his memory—ever burned with such fierce intensity?
“Sena, bring some ice.”
Kasha gestured to the maid, who stood anxiously watching. She then straightened her posture, pointedly ignoring Simon’s reddened hand, and somehow seemed vastly more at ease.
Simon, utterly bewildered, forgot even to grow angrier. Kasha suddenly gave him a faint, enigmatic smile.
“Well then… shall we finally get to your real business?”
“…Business? What do you mean?”
“You came to check… how much progress has been made on the offensive magic device, didn’t you?”
Simon was stunned again.
She was right—but Kasha had never once raised the subject herself. And that tone, as if she saw straight through him…
For the first time, Simon felt truly nervous in front of her.
“Wh-what are you talking about, Kasha? I just came because I was worried about you—”
“Oh, now that I think of it… there’s something I wanted to check with you.”
“What?”
“The offensive magic device. You’ll need separate blueprints for mass production, won’t you? Is that… alright?”
“What? Mass production? Where on earth did that come from?”
Simon frowned, bewildered—even as he dramatically pressed the ice cloth Sena had brought against his hand.
“Nowhere?”
Kasha repeated slowly.
“Right. You’ve clearly imagined something ridiculous again. Stop wasting time and just bring me the completed blueprints. I’ll verify whether they’re up to standard.”
While Kasha fell into thought, Simon—having swiftly regained his composure—babbled on shamelessly.
Kasha simply stared at him in silence.
‘He doesn’t even know the offensive magic device is slated for mass production.’
Judging by his reaction, he wasn’t lying.
‘Then there’s no need to press him further.’
As she’d suspected, Simon was merely a puppet of the true mastermind—devoid of any real knowledge.
And since he’d never easily reveal the mastermind’s identity, there was nothing more to extract from him. No point enduring revulsion and rage just to deal with him.
‘Good thing, too. Another moment and I might’ve been tempted to test that offensive magic device on you.’
Kasha slowly rose from her seat, ignoring Simon’s incessant rambling.
“…Where are you going all of a sudden?”
A baffled Simon called after her. Kasha replied with what she considered unusual kindness.
“Don’t come looking for me again, Simon Blanch.”
“What did you say?”
“Every time I look at your face… I get so furious I’m afraid I’ll… spill tea on you again. Over and over.”
Simon, gripping the ice cloth tightly, nearly exploded in anger—but fell silent upon meeting Kasha’s gaze.
“Get out. Ah—I’ll have a healer summoned, so you might as well… get treated before you go.”
She added coldly,
“Unlike some people… I do possess a shred of compassion.”
Without hesitation, Kasha turned away.
‘Every single wicked deed you’ve committed—I’ll return them all, without missing even one. Look forward to it. For you, I’ll gladly become a true villainess.’
Just as she took a step—
“K-Kasha! You’ll regret this if you walk out on me now!”
Simon’s furious, trembling voice rang out behind her.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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It’s cute that he is taking care of her, also confused what to do next.
The father is very disappointing. I wondered if he had married his wife out of obligation, as she was a saintess, and now that she is gone, he is going down a spiral.
This chapter was just frustrating, only enemies trying to scheme against our couple