Don't Pick That Flower (2 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
– Your husband came home exhausted from hard work, and instead of greeting him with a bright smile, are you sulking like a bad omen?
That day, as always, the Demon returned dead drunk and turned violent toward Mother.
– I’m sorry, dear. It’s all my fault.
Though completely innocent, Mother pleaded for forgiveness through streaming tears, but the Demon did not stop his violence and verbal abuse.
Irene wanted to stop the Demon, but sadly, there was nothing she could do.
She couldn’t move at all, remembering how she’d once tried to intervene and ended up suffering terribly herself.
Irene crouched in a corner where the Demon wouldn’t notice her, squeezed her eyes shut, and trembled violently, waiting for his anger to subside.
– Please, dear…
– Shut up!
– Ah!
A frail scream was drowned out by a harsh roar.
Then came a heavy thud—the sound of something collapsing—followed by silence. Irene opened her tightly shut eyes.
There she saw Mother collapsed in front of an old table. The Demon stood over her, his face clearly stricken with panic.
Blood pooled thickly around Mother’s head, its pungent stench stabbing Irene’s nose.
At the sight, Irene’s face turned as pale as someone who’d been denied even a bowl of soup.
– Mom…
In one stride, Irene rushed to Mother’s side, shaking her shoulders fiercely without caring that blood smeared her hands and clothes.
– Please open your eyes.
– …….
– Please, please wake up! Mom, Mom!
She cried out desperately, but Mother’s long eyelashes remained utterly still.
She could feel the warmth of the body that had always held her so tenderly now growing cold.
Mom was dead.
The Demon… had finally killed Mom.
The moment her mind grasped this fact, everything before Irene’s eyes turned blinding white.
Light and darkness kept flashing alternately, disorienting her so thoroughly she forgot where she was. To make matters worse, her consciousness began fading.
As Irene struggled desperately to hold onto awareness, the last thing she saw was the Demon charging toward her, his eyes blazing red as if to kill her.
*
“Don’t come near me!”
Irene jolted awake from the nightmare with a sharp scream, gasping for breath. Her eyes, still haunted by the nightmare’s remnants, anxiously scanned her surroundings.
But everything was pitch black—she couldn’t see a thing. Though it was a relief not to see the Demon, being in such complete darkness that she couldn’t even see her own hands was slightly frightening.
“Ah… Is there no one here?”
For the first time since meeting Carlos, Irene desperately called out for him—but received no answer. The absence of any other sound suggested no one else was around either.
The heavy silence and the fact that she was alone only poured oil onto the fear blazing inside Irene’s heart.
“…….”
A scream rose to her throat, but she forced it down. If she cried out, something even worse might happen.
She decided she needed to understand her situation first, so she focused all her senses into her fingertips and felt around.
The plush chair cushion, smooth fabric she guessed was a curtain, the low ceiling, and the soft carpeted floor—all confirmed she was in the carriage she’d ridden with Carlos.
And it was certain no one else was with her.
‘Where did that man go?’
Also, why was it so dark inside the carriage? Irene reached out blindly and pulled aside what she thought was the curtain, expecting light—but it remained just as dark.
As the impenetrable darkness persisted, her fear grew. She tried opening the door to get out, but it wouldn’t budge. It only rattled slightly, as if something blocked it from outside.
Just as she panicked and started throwing her body against the door, trying desperately to force it open—
“Miss?”
Dewey’s voice came from beyond the door. Relief instantly brightened Irene’s face at the realization she wasn’t alone.
“Please open the door!”
“Ah…”
Her earnest plea was met only with an awkward sigh. The light in her expression dimmed again.
“Why… is that?”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t open it until His Serene Highness the Grand Duke returns.”
Dewey continued.
“He probably knows you’re anxious, so he’ll be back very soon. As soon as he returns, I’ll open it right away—please wait just a little longer.”
“…Alright.”
Irene wanted to leave immediately, but since insisting wouldn’t help, she decided to trust him and wait.
“Is something wrong, perhaps?”
When Irene replied in a dejected tone, Dewey asked worriedly.
“Not really… it’s just a bit dark in here.”
“Now that you mention it, there’s no lighting inside the carriage. I should’ve prepared some beforehand—I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. You said you’d open the door soon, so I’ll wait.”
Irene subtly signaled she wanted to get out quickly.
Dewey seemed to catch on immediately and chuckled.
“Yes. I’ll open it for you the moment His Serene Highness the Grand Duke returns.”
“Where… did he go?”
“He stepped away briefly to look into something.”
Look into something? Irene suddenly recalled the strange rabbit that had attacked her. Could that rabbit have been a monster? Since this was her first time encountering a monster directly, she wasn’t sure.
“It must be scary to sit alone in the dark. I’ll keep you company with conversation until His Serene Highness returns.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. It’s simply my duty.”
Whether Dewey had moved closer to the carriage or just raised his voice, his words now sounded clearer.
“Now, what shall we talk about? Ah—how about I tell you about the Esper Territory, where you’ll be living from now on?”
At the word “living,” Irene’s heart fluttered strangely, and she clasped her hands over her chest.
“Okay.”
“First, the Esper Territory is a vast domain located in the northern region of the Luman Empire. Though its land area is larger than the capital’s, one-third of it is snow-covered mountains, so the habitable land is actually smaller than the capital’s.”
Was it just her imagination, or did he emphasize the phrase ‘habitable land’?
“It’s a cold territory, so crops like wheat, barley, and corn barely grow. However, it’s rich in rare minerals and medicinal herbs. We also obtain many monster and beast spoils.”
That spoils were abundant meant monsters and beasts thrived around the territory.
“Isn’t it dangerous to live in such a place?”
“Not at all. We don’t hunt monsters and beasts—we coexist with them to obtain spoils.”
“Is that even possible?”
The common knowledge was that monsters and beasts must be killed on sight.
Yet he spoke of coexisting with them. Unable to comprehend, Irene asked again—and Dewey answered with a chuckle.
“You’ll understand it’s possible once you visit the Esper Territory yourself.”
*
Dewey’s voice, which had been cheerfully explaining various things about the Esper Territory, suddenly cut off.
With his chatter gone, the darkness surrounding her felt even more oppressive.
“Hey… Where did you go? Please answer me.”
Just as Irene pressed herself against the door, calling out desperately for Dewey, it clicked open. Her body, losing its support, tumbled forward limply.
“……!”
Startled, Irene thrust her hands out instinctively. Something solid met her grasp—and thanks to holding on tightly, she avoided an embarrassing faceplant.
“Oh…”
Relieved, Irene quickly realized she’d grabbed Carlos’s arm and hastily let go.
Carlos gave her a brief, indifferent glance before climbing into the carriage.
Irene tried stepping out, but Dewey blocked her.
“I’m sorry, but we need to depart immediately. We must reach the village before it gets darker, or we’ll have to sleep outdoors.”
“…Alright.”
With no choice, Irene returned to her seat and stole a sideways glance at Carlos, who sat opposite her.
He had his arms crossed, leaning his head against the carriage wall. His tightly closed eyes made him look utterly exhausted.
Then I shouldn’t disturb him—better stay quiet and invisible. She held her breath and remained silent, but unexpectedly, Carlos spoke first.
“Are you injured?”
Only then did Irene remember she’d been hurt, and she looked down at her ankle. It had hurt so badly at first she could barely stand, but now it only throbbed faintly.
“I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”
“I wasn’t concerned.”
His gruff reply left Irene speechless, and she lowered her gaze silently.
Carlos, who had opened his eyes sometime during this, stared at her blankly for a moment before continuing.
“Baron Silas is dead.”
“Huh?”
What was this about now? Irene looked at Carlos in shock. He went on indifferently.
“Not only Baron Silas—his entire family burned to death.”
Irene was stunned that Baron Silas, who’d been perfectly fine when she left the territory, had suddenly died—but even more shocked that they’d burned to death.
After all, she’d been accused of witchcraft precisely because of fire.
What if people thought I caused Baron Silas and his family to burn to death?
Anxious, Irene was about to ask Carlos for details about the situation in Silas’s territory when suddenly his body turned translucent, as if he’d become a ghost.
What? Irene rubbed her eyes and looked again, but his body remained half-transparent.
It grew even more transparent by the second—so much so that she feared he’d vanish entirely if left alone.
Logically, she should’ve been happy if Carlos, the man who bound her like a noose, disappeared—but for some reason, fear gripped her instead.
In that moment, one thing was certain: she couldn’t let him disappear.
Desperate to stop it, Irene hastily reached out and grabbed his arm—now so translucent she could see the chair cushion through it.
Instantly, her strength drained away. Sensing something was wrong, she tried pulling her hand back—
“……!”
—but Carlos yanked her arm toward him instead. Caught off guard, Irene tumbled into his arms, her eyes widening like saucers. Her body stiffened like stone.
Ignoring her reaction, Carlos buried his face in her shoulder and took a deep breath.
Gradually, his translucent form regained clarity. Stunned by this bizarre phenomenon, Irene suddenly felt dizzy and lowered her head. A faint moan escaped her parted lips.
“Ah…”
At that moment, Carlos’s hand, which had been holding her waist, fell away. Irene looked up at him through hazy eyes, breathing heavily.
“Don’t look.”
A large hand covered her eyes. Along with the deep darkness, a rough voice seeped into her mind.
“It’s too hard to bear.”
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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