Saved Him, Now I'm Obsessed (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 14
She was someone special just by existing. The moment Ian’s eyes met hers, he realized that the feeling of his soul being pierced through was not merely a literary expression.
Though he couldn’t explain it objectively, the instant Ian became aware of her presence, he felt an overwhelming desire to possess her.
If fate’s thread wasn’t already tied to her, he thought he’d have to threaten the god of destiny himself to twist their connection into an inseparable knot.
Yet Ian always remained cautious. He feared his own excessive greed and obsession toward her might ruin their relationship.
He didn’t want to become like the Emperor—living beside nothing but a dried-up shell of flesh, his soul already long gone. Ian was even greedier than the Emperor; he wanted to own every single drop of her soul completely.
Therefore, he never approached her recklessly. He was careful and deliberate—because if she ever looked into the eyes of the monster residing within his blood, she might lose her soul and vanish altogether.
Rather than rushing forward impatiently, he pretended to wait until she reached out her hand to him first. She was weak against those who were suffering or pitiful.
Although she often said, “It’s just how I make a living,” she simply couldn’t ignore anyone in pain right before her eyes. Despite claiming she treated people for money, she often used her own funds to heal those who couldn’t afford it.
Ian was grateful for his illness. Even the red eyes or the fever and troublesome dreams caused by missing his medicine were acceptable.
After all, it was precisely because of this illness that he had met her—and that he could keep her by his side.
The excuse that no other healer could treat him proved quite useful.
Ever since he began having recurring dreams recently, his resolve to slowly claim her as his own grew increasingly impatient.
He was being consumed by anxiety—the fear that he might lose her. That’s why he used the dream as a pretext to propose. She seemed to think he was joking, but Ian was utterly serious.
〈I can go alone.〉
Because the steward kept urging him to attend a state meeting, Jane said she would return by herself. Ian felt uneasy. If they parted this way, he feared he might never see her again—as if a ferocious golden dragon might carry her away.
Ian hoped his current ominous feeling was merely baseless worry.
[This is the timeline separator]“What’s with this rain? It’s not even monsoon season…”
I stared up at the relentless downpour, as if the sky itself had been punctured, my expression weary.
“It can’t possibly keep raining like this, can it? Maybe I should change the packaging…”
I blended the herbal ingredients I’d prepared for Ian with carefully roasted tea leaves.
Since selling raw herbs alone wasn’t profitable enough, the shop also offered blends of dried fruits and flowers mixed into tea, specially crafted for noble clients to enhance the fragrance.
These uniquely scented teas were quite popular. It was simpler work than precisely balancing medicinal herbs whose effects varied greatly by dosage.
Even those who disliked the bitterness of tea because of its sweet aroma enjoyed it—though, truthfully, I myself didn’t particularly like this fruit-blended tea either. Though it carried a hint of sweetness, it wasn’t truly sweet, leaving me with a sense of emptiness.
“Might as well drink sweet fruit juice instead of tea.”
Still, on days like this—when it rained or turned cold—having a warm cup of tea wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Just as I finished portioning the tea into packages, the door opened, and Simmons, Ian’s chief steward, stepped inside.
“The rain is truly relentless.”
The steward, as always polite, entered with his usual dignified bearing. His long, flowing white beard indirectly hinted at his age, yet despite hearing he was older than Grandfather, it still didn’t quite feel real.
He shook his black umbrella hastily and leaned it against the wall beside the door. He was so drenched it was hard to believe he’d even carried an umbrella.
“It’s been a while.”
His usually immaculately combed white hair was soaked and plastered messily to his forehead, and his smooth silk trousers were spattered with mud, looking thoroughly disheveled.
He was a man who took pride in always appearing perfectly composed as a steward, yet even he seemed helpless against such a deluge.
I quickly rummaged through the drawer for a dry towel.
“Are you alright? It’s unusual for it to rain this heavily in winter.”
Winter in the Carlobanian Empire was dry, with little rain. Since precipitation mostly concentrated in spring and summer, it rarely snowed or rained during winter.
“They used to say that when it rains in winter, a dragon descends to cast magic upon the land before returning. Looks like today will be a magical day after all. This old man’s heart is fluttering strangely.”
Though he claimed his heart fluttered, his expression looked more bewildered than excited.
I handed Simmons the towel.
“That’s the first I’ve heard of it.”
“It might sound unfamiliar to you, Miss Jane. I only heard it myself from village elders when I was young. Huh-atchoo!”
If he’d heard it as a child, then those elders must have lived in an era when mages were far more common. I was intrigued and wanted to ask for more details, but his sudden cough made me hurry to light the brazier.
“Please sit there and wait a moment. I’ll prepare a warm drink for you right away.”
Given Chief Steward Simmons’s age, I worried he might fall seriously ill if he caught a cold, so I wrapped him snugly in a thick blanket to prevent his body temperature from dropping and swiftly prepared the tea.
I sliced fresh ginger and cinnamon, added dried yuzu, poured in wine, and brought it to a boil.
It was a common winter beverage in countries with long winters to warm the body—though not traditionally Carlobanian, Grandfather used to make it often for me when I was young.
Since the alcohol evaporated during boiling, it was suitable even for children, but for Simmons, I added a splash of brandy—its warmth would help heat his chilled body.
“So you’ve added brandy. The aroma is delightful.”
As expected, he recognized it immediately. I’d once heard he especially loved brandy aged in oak barrels, with its subtle caramel notes, and kept a bottle and glass by his bedside for sleepless nights when he needed a drink to help him rest.
“I thought you’d enjoy it. By the way, in this heavy rain—did you really have to come yourself? You could’ve waited until it stopped…”
At my words, Simmons’s face suddenly aged another ten years, and he let out a deep sigh.
“His Highness insisted I absolutely had to see you today. He had a troubling dream…”
Jane had already heard about that dream—something about being crushed by a dragon? Since hearing it, nothing significant had happened. In fact, she’d even wondered whether the interpretation might have been wrong.
Perhaps that dream actually meant good fortune—like “being struck by a shower of gold,” since dragons typically symbolized wealth, honor, absolute power, or even emperors, all generally positive things.
Though she couldn’t imagine what sudden fortune might come her way, her hopeful anticipation outweighed her unease.
“Despite the pouring rain, His Highness was so worried he insisted on seeing with his own eyes that you were safe. If there hadn’t been urgent matters in the capital, he surely would have come through this rain himself.”
“What’s happened?”
I took out a tin box filled with cookies. These were gifts from maids and stewards of noble households after I treated them. Sometimes, when they couldn’t afford my fees, they’d pay with homemade cookies instead.
Whenever I had extra cookies, I’d give them to children in the back alleys as rewards for bravely enduring their treatments—but today, I intended to serve them with tea while listening to Simmons’s story.
Seventeen years ago, when I first met Simmons, we were practically enemies.
He disapproved of me for treating Ian like a younger brother and speaking to him without proper formalities, and I disliked him for abruptly dragging me and Grandfather away and threatening us.
Moreover, his constant nagging about imperial etiquette made me call him a stubborn old fool behind his back.
But that was all in the past… Perhaps sharing the same secret fostered camaraderie between us, or maybe Simmons had simply grown gentler with age—or perhaps he’d finally given up trying to force me to behave properly—his nagging had lessened considerably.
I, too, had matured quite a bit over the years. Of course, even as a child I’d been somewhat of an “old soul,” but at least now I addressed Ian properly as “Your Highness” and used honorifics.
Anyway, after seventeen years of growing closer to Simmons, I’d occasionally hear various stories from him whenever he came to fetch medicine. Usually, they were tales about the imperial court or gossip from high society.
Exchanging words with Simmons over tea and snacks had become one of my favorite things to do.
For Simmons, who’d spent his whole life guarding his words carefully, it seemed equally precious to have someone he could confide in—so he’d occasionally visit under the pretense of needing medicine just to talk.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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