The Mad Commander is Obsessive (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
“Why? What’s going on?”
Aaron’s sharp wariness dissolved helplessly before Delia’s clear voice.
“Hey, that primrose over there. Commander, please go pick it for me.”
At the captive’s brazen command, Aaron’s eyebrow twitched.
His hand, which had been reaching toward her hair, froze midair.
“You’re asking me to go pick a flower?”
“Yeah. I really, really like that flower.”
The wind from Mount Tarence scattered her tousled golden locks everywhere, yet Aaron’s prisoner kept her eyes fixed solely on the flower.
Aaron pulled back his hovering hand and clenched it tightly into a fist.
What on earth was this captive saying?
His wariness vanished, replaced by sheer disbelief.
“You expect me—the Empire’s sole Grand Duke and Supreme Commander—to go pick you a flower?”
“I can’t go myself because I’m tied up like this. So you, Commander, should go get it.”
“Just deal with it. You’re a prisoner—why carry flowers while strolling? Someone might mistake you for a noblewoman out for a walk.”
“You said you wanted to use me. That you’d keep me alive to exploit me. So just pick me a flower.”
Delia tugged her captured hand backward as if throwing a tantrum.
She strained every muscle, pulling hard, but his grip didn’t budge an inch.
Instead, Aaron gave a light tug, and she was dragged forward, closing the distance between them even more.
Delia glared up at Aaron, now standing closer than before, and snapped,
“I might die. I really might die if I don’t get that flower.”
Aaron’s shameless captive demanded the bloom boldly—
as if staking her very life on it.
“I really, really want that primrose. I might die without it.”
“You won’t die just from lacking a flower.”
“How would you know? Will you take responsibility if I do die?”
“I told you I won’t let you die before the prisoner negotiations.”
“Then go pick the flower. Or just untie me so I can go get it myself.”
Aaron stared at Delia’s deeply furrowed face.
What was her real intention? Surely it wasn’t merely that she liked the flower.
Perhaps she was hatching another escape plan.
Aaron followed Delia’s gaze toward the flower.
Could it be a prearranged signal with her comrades?
Or was she trying to lure them into a trap?
Aaron scanned the surroundings with eyes brimming with suspicion.
Beautiful wildflowers swayed chaotically in the wind, mirroring his own confusion.
“Dyke.”
Aaron called his attendant trailing behind him and issued a cold order.
“Go over there and thoroughly sweep the area. Pay special attention—check meticulously for any rebel forces.”
“Yes, Commander.”
“And while you’re at it, pick that flower on your way back.”
Hearing Aaron’s order, Delia’s face instantly brightened.
Her dramatic shift in expression drew an amused smirk from Aaron.
Maybe she genuinely just liked flowers.
Despite everything, Delia cheerfully called out to Dyke’s retreating back,
“Hey, I see wild strawberries among those thorns too! Since you’re going, grab those as well!”
The Empire’s prisoner was blatantly ordering imperial soldiers around.
Watching Delia’s dazzling smile scatter brilliantly through the sunbeams, Aaron pondered seriously.
Should he just devour this troublesome captive right here?
A prisoner who didn’t even grasp her own predicament, let alone recognize who had captured her, yet kept pestering about flowers.
Exasperated by her cheeky antics, Aaron scolded her,
“I suppose you’re trying to use your charms. Stop grinning like that—you’re a prisoner, after all.”
Delia’s smile only widened at Aaron’s grumbling.
“Does it work if I try?”
“I’m past the age of falling for such tricks.”
Aaron muttered nonchalantly, then turned away and resumed walking.
He led her across the meadow brimming with wild herbs.
“By the way, Commander—when do we leave?”
“Where to?”
“Aren’t we marching toward the main camp? We should hurry and rejoin them.”
“We will, once you’ve recovered.”
The wildflowers at Delia’s feet swayed gently in the breeze,
just as she tilted her head in bewilderment at his inexplicable words.
“What? You’re waiting until your prisoner recovers?”
“Thanks to you, the real battle hasn’t even started yet.”
Troops previously stationed in Rojeni and Kirens were now assembling along Iorenti’s border.
The original plan had been to exploit everyone’s focus on the border and launch a surprise assault on Iorenti’s capital by crossing Mount Tarence.
But before they could strike, the royal palace of Iorenti had already fortified itself thoroughly—
all thanks to this troublesome prisoner before him.
Now, launching a rash attack could lead to even greater losses.
Thus, both Iorenti and the Stilietz Empire remained locked in a prolonged standoff, closely watching each other.
“Because of you, our losses are no small matter. So you’d better reveal your true identity quickly and compensate for the damage.”
“Commander, you should choose your words carefully. We’re the ones being invaded here. If anyone suffered losses, it’s us.”
“Let’s just call that a difference of perspective.”
Delia pouted her lips.
A gentle breeze scented with fragrant wild herbs and rich earth passed between them as they strolled through the forest meadow.
“Commander, I’ve brought it.”
Dyke and his men returned with arms full of primroses and wild strawberries.
Their imperial uniforms were stained with vivid flower pigments.
Small scratches dotted their hands, likely from thorny thickets.
“Anything suspicious nearby?”
“No, nothing unusual at all.”
Even as he reported, Dyke glared fiercely at Delia.
Clearly, the prisoner had toyed with them.
Reading their resentment, Delia giggled mischievously.
She teased the imperial soldiers, amused by their wasted manpower on flower-fetching.
“Your men really know how to pick flowers well.”
While mocking them, Delia quickly scanned Dyke’s stern face.
Modern rifles, razor-sharp blades—imperial soldiers remained fully armed even during a simple stroll.
Despite the flower-gathering party standing right before her, unnatural rustling sounds drifted from the grass.
Such heavy surveillance just for a casual walk.
Could she possibly escape?
Delia swiftly suppressed her unease and replied with a bright smile,
“Thank you very much, Commander. I’ll gladly accept them.”
She calmly extended her hand to take the pouch they offered……
“Ugh, seriously! Commander, untie this! I can’t do anything like this at all!”
Delia snapped at Aaron, who still held her hand captive.
She strained her arm, grunting as she tried to wriggle free.
Aaron frowned, studying Delia.
“Hah. In all my life, I’ve never seen a prisoner like you.”
Delia twisted her arm to escape while chattering incessantly,
“I’ve never been captured like this before either! Since it’s the first time for both of us, do you really have to keep holding on so tightly?”
Feeling Delia’s struggles transmitted through her wrist, Aaron clicked his tongue.
What if she reopened her wounds by struggling so hard?
“Just stay still. I’ll untie you.”
Frowning lightly, Aaron finally drew his knife and sliced through the rope binding her hands.
The severed rope slid off smoothly, leaving deep grooves behind.
Her skin, rubbed raw by the rope, seemed delicate—
or perhaps she’d been straining desperately to free herself.
Neither possibility pleased him.
“You should’ve untied me sooner. You’re just making things difficult for no reason.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m letting you run off.”
Aaron swiftly grabbed the prisoner’s left wrist as she tried to pull away.
He gently rubbed the rope mark on her wrist with his thumb,
as if hoping the mark might fade away.
“If you’re going to untie me, untie me completely.”
Grumbling, Delia rotated her right arm in circles to loosen her stiff muscles.
With one hand freed, her spirit felt half-liberated too.
Her expression brightened noticeably as she reached out to accept the pouch from Dyke.
The pouch, stained with vivid hues, carried a strong scent of wild strawberries.
It was a sweet fragrance that soothed her anxious, restless heart as a prisoner.
Delia, savoring the pleasant aroma, suddenly wiped the smile from her face and stared at the pouch.
“But how am I supposed to eat this? Can’t you untie my other hand too?”
“No. You’ll run off somewhere.”
“Then how am I supposed to eat it?”
An awkward expression appeared on Delia’s face.
Her left hand remained firmly gripped by Aaron, while her right held the pouch.
She looked back and forth between her own hands and grumbled,
“I want to eat these wild strawberries.”
Aaron reached his free hand into the pouch Delia held.
He pulled out a single wild strawberry and naturally brought it to her lips.
“Here. Open up.”
Delia’s eyes widened as she stared at Aaron’s hand approaching her lips.
Both pupils converged intently on his hand.
“Commander, you’re getting oddly attached to this. If you just untied me, it’d be simple—but instead, you keep feeding me.”
The tiny, delicate strawberry looked even smaller in Aaron’s large hand,
much like her own hand held captive in his grasp.
“Hurry up—open your mouth already.”
At Aaron’s urging, Delia reluctantly parted her lips.
Her soft inner lip brushed against Aaron’s fingers as he fed her the strawberry.
“Mmm, delicious.”
Delia’s lips moved as she chewed the strawberry that slipped into her mouth.
The red flesh of the berry made her lips appear even redder.
Aaron, who had been staring fixedly at Delia’s lips, finally resumed walking.
“Of course—our wild strawberries are the best.”
“All wild strawberries taste pretty much the same.”
“No, they’re different. Iorenti’s wild strawberries have a special flavor.”
Delia chattered incessantly as she followed Aaron’s footsteps,
still clutching the pouch of wild strawberries in one hand.
Aaron adjusted his pace to match Delia’s steps.
He didn’t forget to occasionally turn back and feed her another strawberry, as if tending a fledgling bird.
“If you’d just untie me, I could eat properly myself.”
“Wake up. I’m not untying you.”
Soon, the path narrowed into a shaded forest trail.
The rustling of their footsteps startled birds into fluttering skyward.
A squirrel perched on a tree branch watched them with wide, gleaming eyes.
Dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting mottled shadows across the trail.
Glinting rays of light gathered and sparkled in Delia’s blue eyes.
“It’s really strange.”
“What is?”
“It’s just too peaceful.”
It felt like only yesterday she’d fought with a pounding heart, struggling to quell its frantic rhythm…
Yet here they were, immersed in such tranquility.
While the Imperial Army occupied neighboring Rojeni and Kirens, Iorenti had also moved urgently.
She’d been busy analyzing imperial tactics and assessing the situation.
Negotiating with mercenary bands, recruiting reinforcements—she’d traveled across the entire kingdom.
Moving tirelessly until she felt drained of blood, she’d finally mobilized their forces and marched them to the Cabat Plains.
And just in case, she’d rushed here to Mount Tarence with a small contingent of royal guards.
Memories of those breathless days spent racing for Iorenti flashed through her mind.
“It’s so peaceful I can hardly believe it. It feels just like a dream.”
Delia closed her eyes briefly, intoxicated by the sweet serenity.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male 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?