A Fallen Holy Knight Is Obsessed With Me (12 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 4
“Help? You? Asking me?”
Caught completely off guard, the flippant question slipped out before he could stop it.
“Yes.”
Yet Kasha stood firm, as if she already knew he would grant her request—or as if she were merely demanding what was rightfully due, with calm certainty.
Now that he looked closely, her shoulders were straighter than usual. With her changed gaze and posture, she seemed like an entirely different person.
“What… kind of help?”
Dariel asked cautiously, inexplicably feeling cowed.
“Will you… escort me to tonight’s ball?”
“Right. Of course I will.”
Finally, a topic he could handle—after all, the ball had been weighing on his mind too.
“You didn’t come here to say you won’t attend, did you? That’s out of the question. You haven’t participated in any social events since your debutante ball.”
Dariel had escorted Kasha to her debutante ball. But honestly, he’d merely accompanied her there and made introductions—he hadn’t actually fulfilled his duties as an escort.
Ever since the Countess’s death seven years ago, House Lyuschno had completely withdrawn from society. To be precise, they’d lived without even realizing such social obligations existed.
Their father kept distant even from relatives, and with no one pressuring the heir to marry, Dariel enjoyed a life of utter freedom, unburdened by interference.
Thus, at Kasha’s debutante ball, he believed he’d fulfilled his duty just by bringing her and introducing her. Merely standing awkwardly beside her had already been unbearable.
So he’d stepped away to smoke cigars with a few friends—but stayed longer than expected. When he returned, the atmosphere around her felt distinctly wrong.
In the bustling palace hall, a perfect circle of empty space surrounded Kasha.
As if no one had spoken to her the entire time he’d been gone.
“Hey… are you alright?”
When he approached hesitantly and spoke awkwardly, Kasha didn’t even look at his face. Instead, she turned sharply—so fiercely it sent a chill through the air—and stormed off.
On the carriage ride home, he’d asked if anything had happened, but predictably received no answer.
After that day, a few invitations arrived from the few families still somewhat connected to House Lyuschno, but Kasha rejected them all.
Dariel might have been oblivious, but even he realized her debutante had not gone well. Still, he never imagined it would become a serious issue.
She’s always been alone anyway. Surely she prefers it that way? If something had troubled her, she would’ve spoken up.
He’d dismissed it all so simply.
Though neither of them wanted to attend tonight’s ball, the host happened to be none other than Duke Tyroite. With the entire capital’s high society expected to attend, they couldn’t possibly skip it.
His father’s letter suddenly came to mind. Duty. Responsibility. The categorical imperative of House Lyuschno.
“…So, we’ll go. It’s our duty.”
Feeling, for once, properly elder-brotherly, Dariel looked at her—only to be surprised yet again by her reply.
“Of course I’ll go. I absolutely will.”
In Kasha’s rose-pink eyes shimmered something that could only be called resolve.
But about what, exactly?
And shimmer? That word hardly suited Kasha at all.
Staring blankly, Dariel echoed dumbly,
“What…?”
“The help I’m asking for… isn’t that.”
“Then what is it?”
Kasha paused briefly before speaking slowly.
“…At the ball, you must never leave your escorted lady alone.”
“What?”
“I don’t have a chaperone or anyone I know in society… so you must fulfill your escort duties completely, brother.”
Dariel stood speechless, mouth agape. He’d never imagined Kasha would ever confront him like this. But her words were so valid, he couldn’t utter a single defense.
Suddenly, the image of Kasha standing alone at her debutante ball pricked his conscience. Just then, she spoke again.
“Tonight… don’t leave my side.”
“…Huh? Oh, I mean—”
“Don’t leave me alone.”
Thud.
The moment their eyes met, Dariel felt as if something heavy had slammed into his head.
Though she said no more, her resentful gaze silently reproached him:
If you’re my brother—if you’re my family—then protect me.
Half-hearted duty isn’t duty at all.
A crushing sense of guilt pressed against his chest, as if he’d committed some grave wrong.
Then Kasha did something else entirely unfamiliar.
She smiled.
A slightly awkward but clearly earnest smile—the best she could offer in her effort to reach him.
Dariel felt the weight on his chest grow even heavier.
“I know… I’m a tremendous burden to you, Eldest Brother, simply by existing.”
He’d always thought of her as a clueless child, a troublesome nuisance.
“But from now on, I won’t bring shame to our house… just wait and see.”
With those words, Kasha gently wiped away her unpracticed smile.
Instantly, her expression turned cold and sharp, as if the smile had never existed.
An aura of unapproachable dignity now radiated from her—as though she’d weathered great storms and aged far beyond her years.
For no clear reason, Dariel felt a chill run down his spine.
[This is the timeline separator]After securing his promise once more, Kasha quietly turned and left, closing the door behind her.
She knew well that Dariel Lyuschno valued duty and responsibility to a fault.
Though they’d barely spoken as family, hadn’t they lived under the same roof for seven whole years?
He might have resented her existence, but he’d never once directly harmed her.
Even while disliking her, he’d always fulfilled his duties as an elder brother.
Thus, this time too, he would carry out the duty she’d pointed out.
In the past, his negligence of Kasha’s isolation stemmed from sheer ignorance—his baffling lack of understanding of high society and noblewomen’s lives.
Past-Kasha had known this too, but never dared to confront or change it.
Convinced her very existence was a burden and shame to Dariel, she’d simply curled up in her room, trying to erase herself—afraid that speaking up would only earn her more rejection or resentment.
But present-Kasha had nothing left to fear or lose.
Hatred? Rejection?
Neither could possibly hurt as much as frostbitten toes in a winter prison cell—let alone the pain of beheading.
As she walked down the corridor, she felt servants’ eyes upon her, whispering as they watched.
“Since when does the young lady stroll through the mansion in broad daylight?”
“And she even went into the Young Count’s room…”
Their gazes had changed.
From loathing and pity—to curiosity and bewilderment.
She found it amusing.
What would tonight’s ball be like? Those bloated, brainless nobles—would they even recognize the changed her?
[This is the timeline separator]Clack. Clack.
The Lyuschno crest fluttered on the steadily moving four-wheeled carriage.
“…….”
Inside, the two siblings sat facing each other. Despite being nominal brother and sister, only silence lingered between them.
‘Though honestly, this is more comfortable.’
Kasha pretended to sleep, thinking just that.
Even with her eyes closed, she could feel Dariel’s gaze lingering on her.
Was he still flustered from their earlier conversation? Or was her appearance simply unfamiliar to him?
His expression when he saw her descending the stairs before leaving the mansion had been quite a sight—
as if he’d just witnessed a baby monkey chanting arcane spells, torn between shock and awe.
‘Well… I suppose that’s understandable.’
Trying not to dwell on the constricting discomfort of her dress, Kasha reflected.
Even Sena’s reaction upon seeing the dress Kasha had chosen had been no less astonished.
“Young Lady… are you really wearing this? Truly? Absolutely, positively?”
Was it truly that strange? Kasha nearly lost heart for a moment—but quickly steeled herself.
Hadn’t she already resolved—
to do what she wanted and take what she desired?
This dress was the most exquisite and splendid among all she owned—one of four commissioned by a tailor specifically for her debutante ball.
In the past, she’d never even glanced at this design, firmly convinced it didn’t suit her and that others would surely mock her for wearing it.
But now, others’ opinions no longer mattered to Kasha.
What she wanted—that was all that mattered.
Truthfully, she’d fallen in love with this dress the moment she first saw it.
Its vivid, intense hue like freshly bloomed roses; layers of sheer chiffon swirling like mist around the skirt; puffed sleeves and a tightly cinched waist blending girlish charm with sensuality; the bare shoulders.
On countless sleepless nights, she’d stood before the mirror, holding the dress against her body.
She’d longed to try it on even once in secret—but always failed, unable to tie the laces at her back.
So who cared if others mocked her?
Wasn’t this her second chance, granted after returning from death itself? She was determined to wear this dress.
Yet when Sena saw the fully dressed and adorned Kasha, her reaction was unexpected.
“Oh my! Young Lady! Goodness… you’re… you’re absolutely stunning!”
Her hands cupping her cheeks, eyes wide open—it was a genuinely convincing gesture, clearly not feigned flattery.
While Sena did her makeup, Kasha had been reading research notes on magical artifacts—until she finally glanced in the mirror.
She nearly dropped her notes in shock.
“P-pretty… right?”
This outcome had been entirely unforeseen. Perhaps styling her hair up, as Sena suggested, had created an unexpectedly striking effect.
With her previously messy, seaweed-like black-blue strands swept up, Kasha’s delicate features emerged with crystal clarity—her pale but fair complexion, slender neck, and even the shadow pooled in the hollow of her collarbone.
Especially her eyes—the exact same hue as the dress—now shone vividly. Even her naturally pallid lips, enhanced by makeup, took on the plump, alluring shape of flower buds.
Sena tucked a fresh pink bloom into Kasha’s updo. Her fingertips trembled slightly—whether from nerves or excitement, it was hard to tell.
“Peony.”
At Kasha’s murmur, Sena’s eyes widened.
“You know flower names too! I picked this from the garden earlier—the color matches your dress perfectly!”
Sena looked thrilled. Gone was the discomfort she’d shown upon their first meeting after Kasha’s return; now, she brimmed with the professional joy of serving a noble young lady—something she hadn’t done in years.
Kasha decided to let her savor that joy. With her own aesthetic sense being virtually nonexistent, she welcomed Sena’s passionate involvement.
Thanks to Sena’s efforts, stepping outside her room turned into quite an entertaining spectacle.
Everyone she passed gaped with eyes wide as lanterns, hands flying to cover their mouths.
“Who is that beauty? And why is she striding through our mansion so confidently?”
Some of the less perceptive servants even whispered such things.
Given all this, Dariel was surely both surprised and burdened by his younger sister’s new appearance.
Kasha murmured inwardly,
“…I wonder what he’ll think of me tonight.”
The reason she insisted on attending the ball despite knowing the humiliation awaiting her—and risking it all—was Lion Aranias.
He would be there tonight too.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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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