A Fallen Holy Knight Is Obsessed With Me (12 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 3
The reason Kasha was branded a villainess of infamy came down to two main factors.
The first was the magical artifacts she had designed.
Born from Simon’s request and her own pure curiosity, those inventions—contrary to her intentions—were mass-produced as weapons of mass slaughter and decimated the Empire’s pride, the Holy Knight Order, during the Holy War.
Yet the greater cause of her condemnation as a villainess was the second: the three Demon Stones she had unsealed.
Simon claimed he had acquired the stones by chance. At his request, Kasha studied them and succeeded in breaking their seals. Moreover, with good intentions, she even managed to separate the curses bound within the stones.
However, as soon as Simon learned of her success, he seized the stones without giving her any chance to resist, claiming she’d be arrested by the clergy if discovered—and that he had to reseal them discreetly himself.
In the end, those stones were unleashed upon the world and, against her will, spawned numerous catastrophes—the most notable being the demon Wolfbane and his monstrous forces, who played pivotal roles in the Holy War.
‘What exactly did Simon—and whoever stood behind him—gain from unleashing those calamities?’
When he visited her in prison before her execution, Simon had clearly been appeasing someone whose identity remained unknown.
Someone to whom Simon had pledged his loyalty by pinning every crime onto Kasha. To her, that person remained imprinted only as the lingering scent of heavy perfume and the rustle of a folding fan.
She had a strong premonition that the woman who came to confirm her death was at the heart of all those disasters.
Unless she uncovered that woman’s identity and reclaimed the Demon Stones, no matter how many times she reincarnated, she might yet again be branded a villainess and sentenced to execution.
‘If I’m nineteen again this summer, then the stones have already been unsealed and stolen by Simon.’
The hidden mastermind must already be wielding the power of the stones. Thus, the catastrophes had likely already begun.
One small consolation was that this timeline preceded her handing over the finalized offensive magical artifacts—those used in the Holy War—to Simon. So long as she refused to give him the finished products, that would suffice.
‘But as long as the unsealed Demon Stones remain in the mastermind’s hands, I could be branded a villainess at any moment.’
So long as the stones were in the mastermind’s possession, Kasha would never be truly free.
‘Then, what should I do?’
She reflected on the three Demon Stones she herself had unsealed.
Anyone who possessed an unsealed Demon Stone gained immense power. Yet nothing the devil wrought was ever purely benevolent. Such great power came with an equally fatal curse—this was the fate of any Demon Stone bearer.
Yet whether by cruel twist of fate or the devil’s own mischief, the real problem lay in Kasha’s success: she had managed to isolate the stones’ curses through her research.
Her intention had been pure: to find a way to wield the stones’ power without suffering their curses.
But before she could devise a way to neutralize the curses, the stones fell into the mastermind’s hands—and he exploited her research in the most malicious manner imaginable.
He kept the stones’ power for himself while forcing innocent victims, utterly unaware, to bear the curses.
And the mastermind’s first chosen victim was none other than Lion Aranias—the broken knight Kasha had encountered just before her imprisonment.
The lustful curse Lion endured must surely have been planted by the mastermind, who had obtained the first Demon Stone, Onor.
‘But why Lion, of all people?’
Kasha sank deep into thought.
‘He surely wasn’t chosen without reason. There must have been something to gain by destroying him.’
Someone who desired Lion’s downfall.
Someone who profited from the annihilation of the Holy Knight Order and the ensuing horrors.
Someone powerful enough to easily pin every accusation on powerless Kasha and walk away blameless.
That was as far as she could deduce about the mastermind’s identity with the clues she currently possessed.
‘How can I track her down?’
Lying on her bed, Kasha stared up at the ceiling, lost in contemplation—when suddenly:
Knock knock.
“Miss. Sir Simon has sent you a letter.”
Sena entered the room and handed her the letter. Kasha took it and carefully met Sena’s eyes.
“…Thank you.”
“Huh? Oh… n-no, it’s nothing. Of course I’d do that.”
Sena was flustered. Since when did the young lady so diligently say thank you—and look her straight in the eyes?
‘She seems… really different somehow.’
As Sena left the room, tilting her head in confusion, Kasha glared at the handwriting on the envelope. The overly stylized script—so reminiscent of Simon’s smug face—filled her with such disgust that she didn’t even want to open it.
‘But I have to. To accurately grasp the current situation.’
Kasha took a deep breath and opened the envelope using only her fingertips, careful not to let her skin touch it more than necessary.
Crunch.
With a cold expression, Kasha crumpled the letter in her hand. Recalling how she once read this letter with joy filled her with shame.
What she should have read between the lines of this letter was his true intent:
I have no intention whatsoever of attending that ball with you.
The very thought of partnering with a pathetic, gloomy girl like you at a ball is revolting.
So do struggle alone at the ball, feel my absence keenly, and sink into despair—so that you’ll be even easier for me to control.
And in the past, all his wishes had come true.
Already uneasy with noble society, she had completely withdrawn from social circles after Duke Tyroite’s ball.
After that, isolated and vulnerable, she became all the easier for Simon to manipulate—and within mere months, they eloped.
Though to be precise, it wasn’t an elopement born of love—it was merely her voluntary isolation, making herself a loyal pawn for Simon.
Whoosh.
Kasha tossed the crumpled letter straight out the window.
‘I won’t be used by you again like some foolish pawn.’
After gazing briefly at the empty sky beyond the window, Kasha slowly rose to her feet.
[This is the timeline separator]Knock knock knock.
Dariel Lyuschno—the eldest son and heir of House Lyuschno—lifted his head at the knock on his door.
“Who is it?”
“……”
No answer. Dariel’s brow furrowed in slight irritation.
“Come in.”
Thud.
Tossing the letter in his hand onto the desk, Dariel sighed in exasperation.
Days when he received letters from his father always left him this tense.
The Lyuschnos—the Red Bulls. A bloodline known for unwavering conviction, stubbornness, and an utter refusal to compromise.
Usually as placid as a bear, yet once enraged, neither Count Lyuschno nor his son Dariel could be stopped by anyone.
Though strikingly alike in appearance and equally fiery-tempered, father and son deliberately avoided interfering in each other’s affairs.
Except on one matter—on which they clashed most fiercely: Dariel’s half-sister, Kasha Lyuschno.
She had appeared in their household as if dropped from the sky, brought in by their father—a girl whose birthday was only eight months apart from Dariel’s.
Thinking of his mother, who had devoted her life to supporting their father and the family before passing away, Dariel couldn’t stand the sight of that girl—not even of the father he had always respected.
Though it was common in noble society for men to take concubines or secondary wives, Dariel never imagined his own father would do such a thing.
His father was a man who cared for nothing but his sword, his family, and his house—or so Dariel had believed.
Yet right after his mother’s passing, his father had promptly brought home a bastard child and formally registered her into the family line.
Even now, the letter in Dariel’s hand clearly carried another reminder about Kasha:
What duty? While writing this, wasn’t his father leaving Kasha stranded here in the capital, tending only to some remote fief—dumping everything onto his son?
Dariel was barely twenty. He had no idea how to “take responsibility” for a nineteen-year-old half-sister.
‘Besides… she’s not even normal.’
Sighing, Dariel ruffled his hair in frustration.
Just then, the door opened.
When Dariel’s eyes met the person entering, he widened them in shock.
“You…?”
“Brother… have you been well?”
Kasha, who had smoothly closed the door behind her with a hand tucked behind her back, now faced Dariel.
Her usual pale face. Disheveled hair. Mud-stained, tattered skirts. Slow, awkward speech.
Her half-sister had arrived as enigmatic as ever—but something about her expression felt unfamiliar. And furthermore…
‘Did she just call me “brother”?’
Dariel was bewildered.
For seven years since entering this mansion, Kasha had gone out of her way to avoid him—as though he might devour her whole.
To Dariel, it was irritating. Yes, he disliked seeing her—but if anyone was to avoid or resent her, it should have been his own choice.
According to the maids, Kasha spent her days reading books, scribbling incomprehensibly, or fiddling with strange objects. Otherwise, she’d wander the empty garden at night like a madwoman.
She only joined the dining table when their father visited the capital estate—then she’d sit there, pale-faced, stealing furtive glances at the two of them while hurriedly shoveling food into her mouth as if fleeing.
The maids said she’d fall ill for days afterward from indigestion. Learning this, Dariel eventually gave up trying to do anything about it.
Yet now—“brother”? It was the first time in seven years he’d ever heard her use that address. No, it was the first time she’d ever sought him out herself.
“Well? What is it?”
Dariel asked bluntly, hiding his inner fluster.
But even as he spoke, he hesitated slightly. Had that sounded too cold? After all, they had to attend the ball together tonight—no need to make things even more awkward.
Yet Kasha replied calmly, as if nothing were amiss.
“I’ve come… to ask a favor.”
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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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