A Fallen Holy Knight Is Obsessed With Me (12 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
It was no mere invitation to dance. It was a rebuke and a warning directed at Princess Odette and everyone who had sided with her.
A demand to cease this shameless act at once.
Truly a move befitting a holy knight—flawlessly righteous.
Yet he, who prided himself on being upright and proper, seemed unaware.
Unaware that in that moment, Odette’s face twisted with rage. Unaware that she was glaring at Kasha as if she wished to kill her.
Unfortunately, Kasha herself failed to realize it at that moment as well.
Or perhaps she did—but her attention was wholly consumed by the searing heat radiating through the glove from Lion’s hand, making her forget Odette entirely.
“Th-thank you… for helping me.”
Only after the dance had begun, and long after it started, did she finally muster the courage to mutter those few words.
“It is merely what any knight ought to do. Please do not give it another thought.”
His reply, however, was thoroughly perfunctory.
Nevertheless, the dance that followed was like a midsummer night’s dream—one she would never forget for the rest of her life.
Lion’s expression was plain to the point of seeming cold, yet his face was unrealistically beautiful.
His amethyst eyes—so famed they’d earned him the nickname “the Empire’s Jewel”—scintillated dazzlingly beneath the chandelier’s light.
Platinum hair fell softly along his forehead, gleaming smoothly, while his high, straight nose and strong jawline exuded masculinity.
His broad, square shoulders fit his uniform as if it were tailored just for him, and the arm that held her waist was long and firm.
His dancing skill was impeccable as well. Calmly, he guided Kasha despite her clumsy stumbling, steadying her with his strong arms.
He was a man impossible not to fall for—anyone would have.
Even if that someone happened to be Kasha, the “mad” noblewoman.
Even had he not been beautiful, it would have been difficult not to hold in her heart the man who rescued her from such a plight.
And yet, he was beautiful. Righteous. At that moment, he stood above everyone else in the ballroom.
As she whirled through the ballroom in his arms, Kasha’s heart pounded fiercely the entire time.
But as soon as the dance ended and Lion escorted her out of the ballroom, she was swiftly jolted back to reality.
“Then… I hope the rest of your evening is pleasant.”
Lion bowed politely to her. Outwardly, he remained as composed and proper as ever.
“Um… Are you… all right?”
Yet Kasha, who had danced with him, knew better. She’d noticed his oddly ragged breathing, the flush spreading across his earlobes and neck, and how his posture grew subtly stiff as their time dancing lengthened.
Whatever was troubling him, she wanted to help.
“Of course. I’m perfectly fine.”
But his reaction was unexpectedly sharp.
His face flushed crimson, as though offended merely by her asking.
His expression was so harsh, his gaze so unsteady—it was hard to believe this was the same man who had just saved her from humiliation.
To an onlooker, it might have seemed as if she’d gravely insulted him.
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
Flustered, Kasha mumbled her apology so quietly it barely left her lips.
As if repulsed by her, Lion turned abruptly and vanished without another word.
That sudden shift in his demeanor hurt more than the nobles’ cruel ostracism ever had.
Was she truly so repulsive that even someone who had helped her with good intentions would ultimately reject her?
Just as that crushing despair opened its maw beneath her feet once more—
Of course, the Kasha of this second life now understood why he’d acted that way. She knew the agony he must have endured in that moment.
He’d been far more righteous than she’d ever imagined—so much so that he’d reached for the hand of an outcast noblewoman even while bearing his own curse.
But the nightmare of that day hadn’t ended there.
Splash.
“Oh, my apologies. My wineglass slipped.”
Someone had spilled a glass of wine onto her dress,
Creak, creak.
“Could someone please open the door? There’s someone inside!”
The restroom door had locked behind her as she tried to clean the stain.
She’d clearly seen servants standing by the entrance before she went in.
It wasn’t until the ball ended and everyone had left that Dariel found her, huddled lifelessly on the restroom floor.
She fell ill for a full week afterward and didn’t step outside the manor once—not until she fled to the tower, tricked by Simon.
[This is the timeline separator]“Presenting Master Dariel and Lady Katyana of House Lyuschno!”
At the steward’s announcement opening the ballroom doors, Kasha snapped out of her recollection.
The banquet hall looked uncannily identical to how it had before her regression.
Eyes from all around fixed sharply on Dariel and Kasha. Even Odette, standing proudly amid the crowd like the protagonist she believed herself to be, had noticed Kasha’s presence.
Odette’s lovely eyes—like blue glass beads—gazed down haughtily at the two.
‘The Lyuschno siblings—how utterly common.’
Though House Lyuschno was a distinguished family guarding the Empire’s northern border, they held virtually no standing in high society. To Odette, they were beneath notice.
Yet one of the Lyuschno siblings now walked straight toward her.
“Hello, Lady Odette. I’m Kasha… Lyuschno.”
“…….”
“It’s been a while. Truly, I’ve missed you.”
She’d clearly heard the steward introduce her sister as Katyana Lyuschno, but apparently, she preferred being called Kasha in the northern style.
Yet something about the woman’s direct gaze made Odette’s throat oddly dry.
‘Wasn’t she the one who couldn’t even meet anyone’s eyes?’
At her debutante ball, this girl had been utterly insignificant—mocked by others, then cringing in a corner of the hall like a fool.
Oddly enough, that had stirred Odette’s sadistic impulses.
She’d looked so pitiful—like a mouse that wouldn’t dare fight back no matter how much it was poked.
Odette had even considered using her as a toy to amuse herself should the ball grow dull.
But what was this look in her eyes now? Burning fiercely, as if daring to devour Princess Tyroite herself.
Odette deliberately straightened her neck and elegantly unfurled her fan.
Snap.
Kasha’s gaze, fixed on the opened fan, turned strangely cold—but Odette ignored it, hiding her mouth behind the fan and lowering her voice, her eyes lightly laced with mockery.
“You… missed me? My, were we ever that close?”
Titter, titter, titter.
On cue, sycophantic laughter rippled around her.
Dariel Lyuschno’s face hardened visibly at the blatant ridicule—but Kasha, the target of it all, remained perfectly composed.
“Oh, one doesn’t need to see someone often… to leave an impression.”
“……?”
“Sometimes… a single meeting is enough… to leave a deep mark.”
Her strangely vivid eyes—like crushed petals—were intensely striking. Her slightly awkward delivery made her words stick in their ears all the more.
“What is she even saying?”
Odette muttered audibly behind her fan. Dariel’s glare sharpened, and he opened his mouth as if to speak—but Kasha beat him to it.
“And besides… one doesn’t need to be close… to miss someone.”
“……?”
“There are people… you simply must see. Whether you like it or not.”
“So you’re saying—”
“I sincerely hope tonight becomes a ball you’ll remember, Princess Tyroite.”
With those words, subtly cutting off Odette, Kasha Lyuschno dipped into a slight curtsy and withdrew.
Dariel cast warning glances in every direction before taking her arm and disappearing.
That bear-like Dariel Lyuschno. At her debutante ball, he’d ignored his sister’s humiliation and gone about his own business—but now he thought to play the dutiful older brother?
‘I don’t know why, but it’s irritating.’
But with Dariel acting like that, playing with that girl tonight would be impossible.
After all, House Lyuschno might lack social clout—but they were still the Emperor’s famed “Red Bull,” the shield of the realm. She couldn’t afford any open conflict between noble houses.
Watching the vibrant hem of Kasha’s dress flutter away, Odette bit her lip.
The crimson of that dress matched Kasha’s pink eyes far too strikingly—and infuriatingly, it clashed with her own.
She failed to realize her anger stemmed from uncertainty over who wore the color better.
Snap. Thud.
Folding her fan, Odette furrowed her brow.
Yet the atmosphere around her felt oddly distracted. Normally, her sycophants would react instantly to even the slightest frown from her.
But now, their gazes lingered on Kasha’s retreating figure.
“That young lady seems different today, doesn’t she?”
“It’s her aura. Right? It’s not just me, is it?”
“And to pull off such a dazzling dress…”
“Her face even looks different somehow.”
“Different? More like completely transformed.”
Odette’s hand holding the fan trembled faintly.
Clearly, she’d need to find someone to vent her frustration on—someone to draw everyone’s attention firmly back to her.
[This is the timeline separator]“Are you all right?”
Once they’d escaped Odette’s circle and reached the far end of the hall, Dariel asked Kasha.
“…What do you mean?”
“Lady Odette. I knew she was arrogant, but just now—it felt like she was dismissing you.”
Seeing Dariel’s unusually stern expression, Kasha tilted her head in confusion.
How little attention he must have paid her all this time if he thought that counted as dismissal.
Still, the fact that he now showed her concern was a welcome change.
Taking her silence as assent, Dariel continued gravely.
“Duke Tyroite may wield great influence, but House Lyuschno is the Emperor’s shield, guarding the Empire’s frontier. You have no reason to feel intimidated.”
‘…Is he trying to comfort me?’
Kasha blinked, lowering her head slightly.
He was still clueless as ever—but his earnestness felt new, and she saw no reason to stop him.
At that moment, guests scattered throughout the ballroom began pairing off into orderly lines.
The first dance was about to begin.
Excitement and tension mingled in the air. The musicians tuned their instruments. Seeing this exact replay of her past life made her stomach churn uneasily.
‘Then the next thing to happen will be…’
Oblivious to Kasha’s thoughts, Dariel carried on dutifully.
“Today, I’ll introduce you to some of my friends. Ah—there’s the son of Baron Fenilton, Theo, approaching now.”
Exactly.
Kasha thought inwardly. Theo was supposed to pull Dariel away from her on Odette’s orders.
“Ah, Dariel. Is this the famous sister everyone’s been talking about tonight?”
“Theo. Long time no see. This is my younger sister, Kasha.”
He’s about to drag Dariel off immediately. Just as Kasha expected—
“Lady Kasha Lyuschno. It’s an honor to make your acquaintance.”
“?”
Kasha turned in surprise to look at Theo, the son of Baron Fenilton. In her previous life, he’d completely ignored her—but this polite greeting?
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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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