Saved Him, Now I'm Obsessed (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
The Kingdom of Stefan, which was actually the Empress Dowager’s homeland, had been destroyed by the current Emperor—namely, Ian’s father.
For some reason unknown to all, the Emperor harbored deep hatred toward the Kingdom of Stefan, his own mother’s motherland. Even after winning the war and subjugating their land, he ceaselessly persecuted those of Stefan origin.
He especially loathed prophets from that region. Words associated with the Kingdom of Stefan—such as “prophet,” “divine illness,” and “divine nation”—were taboo even to mention. Even now, bounties remain on the heads of prophets from Stefan.
Grandfather casually mentioned “divine illness,” likely thinking nothing of it—just treating it as a mere medical diagnosis, regardless of its name.
Grandfather’s ability to heal patients was unmatched by anyone, but in other aspects—like survival instincts or social awareness—he was severely lacking. After all, who else but me, his ten-year-old granddaughter, would manage his daily life?
Predictably, Chief Steward Simmons’ demeanor turned fierce. My blood ran dry watching his shifting expression with my perfectly functional eyes. Despite how clearly I’d warned him before coming here…
‘His Majesty’s life is important, but could you also spare a thought for your only granddaughter’s life?’
Even blind, Grandfather should have felt Simmons’ hostility. Yet I couldn’t tell if he was simply dull-witted or utterly fearless. Simmons forcibly suppressed his fury and spoke to Grandfather in a low voice.
“As far as I know, men cannot contract the divine illness. Isn’t it said that the gods speak only through women? All known prophets have been female…”
I nodded in agreement at his words. It was widely believed that the divine illness manifested only in women.
The prophetess corps affiliated with the Stefan royal palace had also been composed entirely of women. For that reason, it was rumored they had once been treated like the Emperor’s harem.
“Didn’t you yourself suspect what afflicts His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? That’s precisely why you wished to keep it secret, wasn’t it?”
At Grandfather’s words, the Chief Steward nodded gravely.
‘Wait—so he already knew the illness but still summoned healers for examinations?’
I turned to look at the Chief Steward with a puzzled expression. Having calmed his earlier fury, he wearily sank into a nearby chair and spoke.
“Having lived so many years, I’ve heard no small amount. I once served Her Imperial Majesty the Empress Dowager myself. Believing there were no male prophets… I dismissed it as just an old man’s needless worry…”
He dragged his wrinkled hand across his weary face.
“But I had hoped I was wrong…”
He had seemed so vigorous when dragging us here, yet his expression now changed instantly—as though he’d just received his death sentence.
“Though exceedingly rare, male prophets have indeed existed.”
“I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“Naturally. Male prophets typically manifest symptoms in infancy and usually perish by childhood, so their existence rarely becomes known.”
“Oh, God above…”
‘Oh, God above…’
Even I, who normally didn’t believe in gods, found myself calling out to one—though I dared not utter it aloud, keeping it only in my heart.
It was horrifying enough that this young, delicate, and beautiful Crown Prince might die soon, but the thought that Grandfather and I might be buried beside him when he was laid to rest filled me with dread.
‘Even if the Chief Steward spares us, His Imperial Majesty the Emperor would surely have our heads.’
Though the reason remained unknown, the Emperor had rejected and eliminated prophets of Stefan origin. Would such a man want the world to know his own firstborn son was dying in prophetic agony?
He would undoubtedly silence everyone who knew this secret. Historically, the most effective way to prevent leaks was through extermination—killing to seal mouths.
‘Grandfather could die happily with honors, but I’m only ten years old! It’s unfair to die like this!’
“Are you saying there’s absolutely no way? No cure at all?”
Simmons, who had been sitting limply as if near death, suddenly sprang up, seized Grandfather by the collar, and shook him as he demanded an answer. Truthfully, I wanted to ask Grandfather the same thing.
If most male prophets died in childhood, then the boy lying in bed before us had little time left. Were we truly meant to stand by and watch him die?
“Grandfather, think carefully! You always said that if you knew the name of an illness, you could cure anything! Are you really going to let this child die like this?”
I wanted to add that I, too, was still young and far from ready to die. If the Crown Prince perished, we would surely be quietly disposed of by that steward.
Three lives now hung on Grandfather’s hands: a blind apothecary easily eliminated, his young apprentice, and a Crown Prince whose time might run out at any moment.
“There is not no way.”
Grandfather’s words made me feel as if I’d been brought back from death. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the edge of the Crown Prince’s bed. I knew it was disrespectful, but I was too drained to care about propriety.
“It won’t be a complete cure, but…”
“But?”
“It is said that prophets—those who steal glimpses of the gods’ designs—suffer pain as punishment. If we use medicine to suppress the prophetic ability, the pain will lessen, and his lifespan will extend.”
“Excellent. Prophetic ability is irrelevant—it’s better off gone. Prepare the medicine at once. No, just tell me how to make it.”
His words sounded like he was dismissing us now that his business was done—hand over the formula and surrender our lives. What a bandit! I glared at him furiously.
Grandfather replied to Simmons in a calm, indifferent tone.
“The preparation method is complex. Even with identical ingredients, differences in ratios, extraction techniques, temperature during compounding, and administration methods greatly alter the medicine’s effect. Even if I write you detailed instructions, could you truly produce it correctly from reading alone? Moreover, His Royal Highness must take this medicine his entire life, and as he grows, the dosage and method of intake will need constant adjustment.”
Thankfully, Grandfather didn’t readily hand over the formula.
As socially inept and oblivious as Grandfather might be, he seemed aware that our lives hung by a thread.
When Grandfather refused to disclose the method easily, Simmons spoke in a solemn voice.
“Hmm… Very well. There’s no choice. You must absolutely keep silent about what transpired in this room today.”
He emphasized the importance of secrecy several times—clearly warning that if word ever leaked, he would hold us accountable. In plain terms: he’d take our lives. He could always extract the formula through torture anyway.
“Wait! That’s too much!”
I sprang up and blocked his path. Simmons glared at me fiercely. I glared back without yielding, though I couldn’t hide my trembling legs.
“What’s so unreasonable? Are you saying you won’t keep the secret?”
Though unspoken, Simmons seemed to think, ‘Even if I have to eliminate one useless girl, as long as the blind apothecary remains, it’s fine.’ I swallowed hard, my mouth dry with tension.
“Jane…”
The Crown Prince, who had briefly lost consciousness, regained awareness and called my name.
I quickly approached him as if he were my shield and pressed close to his bedside. He tightly grasped my hand.
Though I had vowed to protect him, strangely, it felt as if he were protecting me. Feeling the warm heat of his palm, I gathered my courage and spoke again.
“I’m not saying I won’t keep the secret. But it’s unreasonable to blame only us if it leaks. Grandfather and I will keep quiet, but the palace employs many people, and other healers have already visited—there’s no telling where the secret might slip out!”
Of course, they didn’t know the precise nature of the Crown Prince’s illness, but they certainly remembered clearly that he suffered from a peculiar disease and its symptoms.
“You needn’t worry about that. No one else can speak of this matter. Only we know the secret—not even His Imperial Majesty the Emperor is aware.”
His words did nothing to ease my anxiety. As I’d anticipated, anyone who knew of the Crown Prince’s illness would be permanently silenced.
Had Grandfather not known how to prepare the medicine, we would have shared the same fate. Even now, if Grandfather were deemed unnecessary, we’d be eliminated to safeguard this secret. Fear made my shoulders tremble.
“Jane…”
Perhaps sensing my terror through my fingertips, Ian called my name while squeezing my hand tightly, as if to reassure me that no one could harm me while he was here.
It was ironic. The very person whose condition had endangered my life—Crown Prince Ian—was now the one offering me comfort.
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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