A Fallen Holy Knight Is Obsessed With Me (12 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 5
The man who shone as though he belonged to a different race from her. The righteous man who alone reached out his hand to her, while everyone else trampled her without a second thought.
Back then, she had only thought he was dazzling—unaware of the pain he carried within.
And even less aware that she herself was the source of that pain.
‘But today will be different, Lion. I’m not going there to be saved by you—I’m going to save you.’
Her attendance at the ball today was not merely to confirm Lion’s survival.
‘I must find a way to avoid being branded a villainess and suffering a terrible death.’
The best method would be to expose the mastermind and seize the magic stone, but there was no immediate way to achieve that.
‘So instead, I’ll approach the victims of the curse first and break their curses myself.’
If there were no victims of the curse, there would be no reason to accuse Kasha of being a villainess.
She would rescue Lion—the first victim of the magic stone—from his curse, and together with him uncover clues to reveal the identity of the one behind the scenes who held the magic stone.
Lion was a man blessed with power, ability, looks, and the trust of others. With him as an ally, she could navigate the many trials ahead far more easily.
‘To do that, I must first overcome the initial obstacle.’
The first obstacle Kasha would face today: Odette Tyroite.
The only daughter of Duke Tyroite, who was hosting tonight’s ball—beautiful, elegant, arrogant, and the undisputed jewel of high society.
Kasha hadn’t left high society by choice—she’d been exiled from it. By none other than Odette Tyroite herself, simply because she’d displeased her.
And today, Kasha intended to confront Odette Tyroite—the towering figure of high society—head-on.
To win that battle and claim Lion as her prize.
The Tyroite ducal mansion, situated in the heart of the capital, was just as lavish and opulent as she remembered.
Fitting for a family that owned the golden land of the central region and a trading network sprawling like spiderwebs across the continent.
Even after passing through the main gate engraved with the Tyroite crest—the golden ivy—one still had to cross a long garden before reaching the mansion.
Massive marble columns wrapped around the four-story mansion, exuding grandeur, while lamps in every room burned brightly, gleaming like stars in the night sky.
The chandelier hanging from the ballroom ceiling would surely dazzle with its resplendent glow.
Just recalling that vivid place sent a stabbing pain through her chest.
Thinking of Odette, who would be greeting guests there tonight with a radiant smile, renewed her surge of indignation.
Odette’s actions back then—utterly incomprehensible and baffling at the time.
But now, having died and returned to life, Kasha thought she finally understood why she had been so cruel.
‘Simply because she could be.’
Kasha muttered to herself inwardly, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.
Odette Tyroite had merely tormented Kasha because she had the power to—and because Kasha happened to catch her eye that day.
She might even have marveled at her own authority while drowning a debutante noblewoman in high society the very same day.
[This is the timeline separator]That nightmare began just before the opening dance of the ball, when Dariel left his seat. The son of Baron Fenilton, Dariel’s friend, had suddenly appeared and dragged him away without explanation.
“Just need a quick word.”
“No, let’s finish the dance first…”
“I’m in a hurry. Oh, Lady Lyuschno—surely you won’t mind if I borrow my brother for just a moment?”
Kasha couldn’t possibly refuse such a slick request.
Truthfully, she didn’t want Dariel to leave.
Hadn’t she been left utterly alone the moment he disappeared even at her debutante ball? And being alone wasn’t even the worst of it—she’d been easy prey, a punching bag who didn’t know how to fight back.
And at the Tyroite ducal ball, the moment Dariel vanished, the situation grew even worse.
Partnerless, Kasha tried to hastily leave the ballroom—but found it utterly impossible. People kept shoving and blocking her, herding her toward the center of the ballroom like hunters driving their quarry.
Surrounded by pairs of men and women, all sneering at her with bared white teeth.
Then, as the music began, they started circling around her, trapping her in the very center of the ballroom.
Pushed and knocked about by dancing couples, Kasha steadily lost her composure.
Malicious, jet-black eyes pierced her from every direction.
“However lowly she may be, she’s still a count’s daughter—can we really allow this?”
“A count’s daughter? More like a bastard and an imbecile.”
“I heard she’s insane.”
They were all young men and women, newly introduced to society, intoxicated by their first taste of wine and mingling with the opposite sex. Seeing Kasha offer no real resistance, they grew bolder.
The older nobles—those with enough sense and awareness to intervene—had already withdrawn to the ballroom’s edges to chat, or simply turned their heads away, pretending not to notice.
Thud. Thud.
Amid the relentless shoulders crashing into her, Kasha strained desperately not to fall—and emptied her mind to keep from crying.
It’s fine. As soon as Dariel returns, I’ll run away.
Yet escape was impossible. The couples encircling her spun faster and faster in their dance. Their colorful dresses fluttered ceaselessly, until she began seeing hallucinations.
When the music finally stopped, Kasha was drenched in cold sweat.
Just as she tried to push through the crowd, clutching her trembling arms, someone shoved her hard from behind.
“Aaah!”
Her foot caught in her dress, and she fell clumsily to the floor—her gown flipping up, revealing glimpses of undergarments and bare legs.
Giggles and tsking sounds tightened around her throat like a noose.
She tried quickly to fix her clothes and rise, but her shaking legs refused to obey.
“There you are.”
At that moment, someone in a pale blue dress extended a white hand toward her.
Just as Kasha wordlessly reached for it—
“Where do you think you’re going, my lady?”
—a gentle, elegant voice rang out, and the white hand swiftly withdrew.
Turning abruptly, Kasha saw Odette, the stunningly beautiful Tyroite lady, smiling down at her.
Merely kneeling before that radiant face filled Kasha with shame. She staggered to her feet—now standing nearly eye to eye with Odette.
Same height. Similar build. Same age.
Yet the two young women facing each other could not have been more different.
Kasha’s pale face, dull dark-blue hair, plain dark green dress, hunched posture like a cornered mouse, and terrified expression.
Odette’s glowing, supple skin, sun-bright golden hair, dazzling pink dress glittering with ruffles and jewels, and an air of arrogance that looked down on everyone.
With the poise of someone accustomed to power, Odette calmly commanded Kasha.
“Just stay right there.”
“…What? But I—my dance partner… I don’t… I mean, I have no one…”
“Oh, what are you even saying?”
Heh. Hehehe. Cowardly laughs echoed in agreement with Odette’s mockery.
Still wearing a beautiful smile, Odette gently ordered,
“I was getting bored of this ball—your presence has made it quite entertaining. Just stay there.”
“But… I…”
“I said, stay there.”
At that moment, Odette’s blue eyes no longer looked beautiful—they were cold and vicious.
Kasha suddenly realized.
Ah. Odette had orchestrated all of this. Everyone else was merely a pawn moving to her whim.
The son of Baron Fenilton, who’d spirited Dariel away the moment the dance began; the crowd that had driven her deeper into the ballroom; the rough hands that had shoved her to the ground—all of them.
Odette, seeing Kasha’s frozen stare, smiled brightly once more.
“Well now, why has the music stopped? Play on.”
Just as the dance was about to resume—
Lion appeared.
Thud. Thud.
A man in white uniform strode toward them.
Through the crowd that Kasha couldn’t escape no matter how hard she tried, he walked effortlessly to the center.
A full head taller than those around him, he fixed his gaze precisely on Kasha and Odette as he approached.
“Lord Lion.”
Odette’s face visibly brightened at the sight of him—as if she’d been waiting for his arrival all evening. She gave her current partner a meaningful glance, and without a word, he released her hand and stepped back.
Everyone at the ball behaved similarly—responding instantly to Odette’s slightest gesture like servants careful not to displease their queen.
Yet Lion merely glanced impassively at her eager expression—and, to everyone’s surprise, stopped directly in front of Kasha.
“No partner?”
“…Huh?”
Interpreting her confused murmur as assent, Lion extended his gloved hand toward her—a gesture of perfect courtesy.
“Then may I have this dance?”
“……”
Not only Kasha, but everyone nearby fell into silence.
Fully aware that all eyes were on him, he showed no sign of embarrassment. His unwavering violet eyes looked straight into Kasha’s.
Who was Lion, after all?
His full name: Lion Miloyonif Aranias.
Eldest son of Grand Duke Oscillote, the Emperor’s younger brother—and the youngest ever appointed Vice-Captain of the Holy Knight Order.
The beautiful, flawless holy knight whom every noble lady and young lord admired.
And he had just asked a social outcast—branded a bastard and a madwoman—to dance.
Right at the very moment Odette had been openly shunning her.
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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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