A Fallen Holy Knight Is Obsessed With Me (12 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 112

A red mark quickly etched itself onto Kasha’s hand, forming thick beads of blood.

“Ah…!”

She furrowed her brow at the unexpected pain.

Anthony, who had been huffing in irritation, only now seemed flustered upon seeing Kasha’s wound and finally calmed his agitation.

“So why—why provoke me like that…!”

Muttering something unintelligible, he bit his lip, spun sharply on his heel, and strode into the greenhouse.

“…Come along. There’s medicine inside.”

Kasha silently followed him. She briefly considered running away, but it was obvious Anthony would catch up to her before she’d gone far.

The greenhouse was dim and the air damp as she cautiously stepped inside. The interior was arranged with a consistent, almost secretive taste—as if it were someone’s hidden lair—radiating an intensely private atmosphere.

On one side stood a small herb patch where various medicinal plants were once grown. Though most of the plants now lay withered and dead, apparently neglected recently.

Filling another wall was a large workbench cluttered with glass flasks, test tubes, Bunsen burners, and several thick notebooks and herbology texts stacked haphazardly.

In another corner sat an old but comfortable-looking chair and a long bench. Judging by the antique feel, these were likely items once used by Larisa, left exactly as they were after her passing.

It was easy to picture Anthony, having secluded himself here for years after his mother’s death, spending his days alone.

A teenage boy unable to attend the Academy—his entire activity limited to garden strolls at best.

Whatever it took, he must have desperately searched for something he could do—to find a reason he existed, to prove his worth in this world.

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