The Mad Commander is Obsessive (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
The fate of the Iorenti Kingdom was dangerously shaken by the Imperial Soldiers’ invasion.
Fifty thousand Imperial Soldiers had gathered on the Cabat Plain.
The Iorenti Royal Palace remained in a suffocating standoff with the Imperial Soldiers.
Yet the tent of the supreme commander—the very heart of the war—was peaceful to the point of seeming oblivious to the looming battle.
Just like the calm eye of a storm.
In the midst of that tranquil storm’s eye, Aaron twitched his eyebrows.
Has my prisoner gone mad?
That was Aaron’s thought as he stared at the small, pale foot extended before him.
Even amid such circumstances, the mad prisoner’s leg swayed with such playful charm that Aaron couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“Commander, I need shoes.”
“It doesn’t seem like you’ll need shoes for anything, my prisoner.”
“I do need them. I’m leaving here.”
She’s truly lost her mind.
A captured prisoner, boldly declaring she would leave—what madness.
But Aaron’s thoughts were of absolutely no concern to Delia.
As if she had merely come to reclaim something entrusted to him,
as if she were merely stating what needed to be done,
Delia bluntly listed her demands.
“I’ve been locked up too long—my mind is going numb. I’m going for a walk, so bring me shoes.”
My precious prisoner seems to have gone mad after recovering from her serious illness.
Frowning, Aaron retorted.
“Our prisoner appears unaware of the situation. You are currently held captive by the Stilietz Empire’s army.”
Aaron emphasized the word “prisoner” to remind Delia of her circumstances.
His gray eyes, fixed upon Delia, were sharper than ever.
“I understand the situation perfectly well, so just hand over the shoes, Supreme Commander of the Stilietz Imperial Army.”
The prisoner before him raised her eyes haughtily and smiled.
Her radiant smile was so beautiful that one could hardly imagine she was a captive.
And with that lovely face, she was gently scraping Aaron’s nerves.
“You kept me alive to use me, didn’t you? Then treat me well. If you keep me locked up like this, I might just wither away and die.”
The military doctor, who had come to inspect Delia’s wounds, looked back and forth between the two.
The commander, who intended to use the mysterious young lady, and the prisoner, who brazenly demanded favors from the enemy’s commander.
The doctor, indifferent to the outcome, found their confrontation quite thrilling.
“Doctor.”
“Yes?”
The doctor, who had been smirking as he watched their quarrel, flinched under his superior’s deadly glare.
“What are you doing? Attend to the patient immediately!”
“Yes, Commander.”
The doctor quickly approached the patient and spoke gently.
“Miss, I’ve come to check on your wounds.”
Delia unbuttoned the unfamiliar yet oddly familiar shirt.
The soft fabric slid down, letting cool air brush against her shoulders.
An inexplicable chill made her shiver.
Perhaps it was the commander’s intense gaze, fixed so persistently on her wound…
Delia deliberately ignored Aaron’s stare and slipped her left arm out of the shirt.
A bandage wrapped around her forearm bore faint traces of blood.
The doctor skillfully unwound the bandage and examined the wound.
“The treatment appears to have gone well, but you must be careful until it’s fully healed. If it gets infected before then, it could become more dangerous.”
Delia gave a light nod.
As the doctor disinfected and rewrapped the bandage, he spoke cautiously.
“Unfortunately, there might be a scar. I did my very best, but…”
“In my position as a prisoner, what does a scar matter?”
Delia coldly snapped, lifting her head to glare at Aaron.
“If I rot away and crumble to dust after death, will anyone even see the scar?”
After falling into a coma and sleeping for three days, she awoke to find herself a prisoner of the enemy.
The enigmatic commander had bound her tightly, slowly squeezing the life out of her while probing her true identity.
She couldn’t just sit there and be used without resistance.
In an instant, Delia shifted to an innocent expression and asked the doctor with boundless trust.
“Are there soldiers who die from stress or fear of gunfire?”
“Such cases are occasionally reported, but they’re not common…”
The doctor hesitated at Delia’s increasingly extreme words.
“I think it’s happening to me. I must have developed claustrophobia—my heart pounds whenever I’m confined in a small space, and stress keeps me from sleeping.”
“You seemed to sleep just fine.”
Delia cut off the doctor’s muttering and launched into a lengthy explanation of her condition.
“Gunfire keeps ringing in my ears, and I suffer hallucinations of my body riddled with bullets. Cold sweat pours out, and I can’t even breathe from fear.”
“If you speak so quickly without taking a breath…”
Delia shot the tactless doctor a sharp glare.
But what could she do?
She needed the doctor’s help to get what she wanted.
Delia put on the gentlest expression she could muster and looked at the doctor.
Then, in the softest voice possible, she stated her desire plainly.
“I really feel like I’ll suffocate to death if I stay in here any longer. I need to feel the warm sunlight, breathe fresh air, and get some exercise. May I go for a walk?”
The doctor blinked, gazing at his patient.
This luminous patient wanted to see the light—of course he had to allow it.
A walk—what was so difficult about that?
If my beautiful patient died from being denied a walk, that would be a serious problem.
Indeed—absolutely.
It was only natural for a doctor to prevent a patient from dying for absurd reasons.
“Yes, go for a walk. Moderate exercise helps recovery. Step outside, breathe some fresh air, and move around.”
“Now that the doctor has stated it so clearly, I feel much better.”
Delia’s blue eyes sparkled cheerfully.
“Well then, the Empire’s esteemed physician has spoken.”
Aaron’s face twisted as he faced Delia.
“Commander, if you want to use me, shouldn’t keeping me alive be your first priority? So…”
Delia happily wiggled the foot she’d extended beyond the bed.
Before Aaron’s eyes, her small foot moved adorably.
It cast a bewitching white glow, ensnaring both Aaron’s eyes and mind.
As Aaron stared at Delia’s foot swirling gently, a clear, crisp voice rang in his ears.
“Bring them. The shoes.”
Delia’s world was peaceful, as if the war outside were mere illusion.
The mountain breeze gently tousled Delia’s golden hair.
The robe draped over Aaron’s shirt fluttered lightly with each step.
The long-awaited sunlight made Delia dazzlingly radiant.
The faint scent of wildflowers at her nose calmed the anxious heart she’d carried as a prisoner.
Just as her mind began to settle, it plummeted the moment she saw the commander’s broad back.
“Do you really have to go this far?”
Delia grumbled as she looked down at her hands.
Or rather, at the commander’s large hand covering hers.
Her bound hands disappeared completely within his single grasp.
Whenever she tried to pull away, she could clearly feel the man before her grip even tighter.
“Do you really have to drag me along like I’m a dog on a walk?”
Delia sighed at the heavy presence she felt through her wrist.
With her body bound, she felt as though her very spirit were shackled too.
How could she escape this hand?
As Delia pondered this deeply, Aaron’s indifferent voice brushed against her ear.
“I’ve told you countless times—you are my prisoner. Even a walk is more than you deserve.”
Aaron’s face, as he led her forward by the wrist, was filled with annoyance.
His steps through the grass were brimming with irritation.
She’d dodged and slipped away during capture, making it difficult, and even now as a prisoner, she demanded constant attention.
And how her mouth never stopped chattering.
“Then just treat me like a proper prisoner. Don’t lock me in the commander’s tent—put me in the prisoner-of-war camp.”
Delia tugged harder at the hand holding hers and grumbled.
If only she could get away from this commander, a path might appear.
If only she could free herself from this grip, she’d finally breathe freely.
But the commander merely kept pulling her forward, his grip as strong as ever.
“Do you honestly think you could endure the filthy conditions and cold of the prisoner camp in your current state?”
“That’s my problem—I’ll manage.”
Aaron halted and glanced back.
The prisoner being dragged along by the wrist wore a face full of discontent.
Her wrists, likely from days without proper food during recent surprise attacks, looked thin enough to snap.
Her face was still pale, having only recently received treatment for her gunshot wound.
And yet she made such stubborn demands.
“Developing a fever from infection, shivering uncontrollably from cold—what a sight that would be.”
“You said a prisoner should act like a prisoner. I’ll stay in the camp.”
“What, planning an escape?”
Delia flinched—Aaron felt the tremor travel straight through her hand.
Chuckling softly, Aaron resumed pulling her along.
“You think I’d let you out of my sight when I already know how nimble you are?”
Delia blew a soft breath, lifting the bangs tickling her eyes.
Even in that brief moment, her sharp eyes swiftly scanned the surroundings.
To the southeast of the camp lay the Alden Plateau; beyond it, the royal capital.
To the west stood the Outerly Cliffs, and just ten minutes’ walk from here was Lake Basar.
Delia knew Mount Tarence like the back of her hand—pinpointing her current location was effortless.
Yet the commander’s presence loomed larger than Mount Tarence itself.
His height, his broad back, the powerful strength conveyed through his hand—
Could she possibly overcome this and escape?
Hiding her unease, Delia calmly addressed the commander.
“No. The Supreme Commander of the Imperial Army must have more important duties than watching over a mere prisoner. Must you really fixate on me so much?”
“Because the damage you’ve caused us is too great. I intend to fixate on you until I uncover who you really are.”
“It’s a waste of time. I’m truly just an insignificant prisoner.”
Aaron paused briefly once more and turned toward the grumbling Delia.
Gently, he brushed aside the strands of hair fluttering around her face.
“Huh?”
Delia stiffened and stared at Aaron.
Where his fingertips had grazed her skin, a warm flush spread.
With a faint smile, Aaron spoke in a voice as soft as falling sand.
“You can’t see, can you?”
Delia blinked silently.
Caught off guard by the commander’s odd remark, she momentarily lost for words, and a crisp mountain breeze blew through.
The hair Aaron had just smoothed was once again tousled by the wind.
A shimmering golden breeze, blindingly bright, flowed between them.
“It’s a mess again.”
Just as Aaron reached toward her hair, Delia let out a sudden shriek.
“Ah!”
Startled by the prisoner’s abrupt cry, Aaron tensed and quickly scanned the surroundings.
What’s her scheme? Could they have made a move?
Aaron sharpened all his senses like a beast guarding its territory.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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Wow the tension between these two is something else.
Good job Del! Looks like in the end she has won the wager.
If the fate of the crown prince is unknown, why would they send away the only other heir?