The Mad Commander is Obsessive (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
“While I wait for their contact, I’ll try something else.”
Aaron lifted his head and stared at Delia with strange eyes.
Keeping his gaze fixed on Delia, Aaron slowly folded the letter in his hand.
Delia’s eyes, which had been watching his firm, long fingers as they folded the letter, suddenly sparkled brightly.
“Them?”
“I told them to investigate you.”
“Waste of time. You can’t find out anything just by investigating. If I were you, I’d find something productive to do instead of wasting time.”
Aaron lazily placed the letter detailing the situation at Kavat on the table and drawled.
“If you don’t like being watched, either reveal your true identity quickly or start proper negotiations.”
“That’s absolutely impossible. Not for anyone’s benefit. Anyway, I’m going to eat flowers.”
Delia’s bold declaration made Aaron relax his expression and let out a small laugh.
“Fine. If our prisoner insists on eating flowers, then so be it.”
The strange, intimate atmosphere in the tent instantly thinned out.
Acknowledging his prisoner’s eccentricity, Aaron gave a light gesture to a soldier.
At his signal, a soldier brought in a large basin.
Hanging over the rim of the basin filled with gently rippling water was a pure white towel.
“Put it over there.”
A soldier entered the tent carrying a large basin of water.
“Place it there and leave.”
Aaron pointed to a small stool near the bed and gave his order.
Delia watched silently as the basin was placed on the stool, then grumbled.
“Liar. You said you wouldn’t kill me. Are you trying to poison me with this?”
“No. Why would you drink it? Don’t drink it—use it to wash yourself.”
“Oh. That’s what it’s for?”
Delia finally nodded and set down her bouquet of flowers.
She reached toward the towel draped over the basin and muttered.
“Not that. I want to take a proper bath.”
“Our prisoner certainly has many demands.”
“There’s a lake just a little farther from here—can’t we go there?”
“Already making other plans, I see.”
“I also want to go swimming…”
And I want to escape.
Delia trailed off longingly, but received a firm refusal.
“No. You can’t let water touch your wounds yet.”
Aaron cut off Delia’s words and gave a quick nod toward the soldier.
The soldier, having carried out his orders, bowed to Aaron and left the tent.
Once the last soldier reporting to him also disappeared, only Aaron and Delia remained alone in the tent.
“Tch. Commander, you’re oddly strict about the weirdest things. If you’re going to be like this, just shoot me already.”
Delia grumbled, dipped the towel into the water, and wrung it out with a soft squelch.
She spread the damp towel and lightly wiped her face and neck.
A thick silence filled the supreme commander’s tent.
Aaron, having confirmed Delia was washing herself, turned his head away.
He took a few leisurely steps toward the table.
He laid down on the table his longsword hanging from his baldric, his pistol, and the hidden blades concealed throughout his uniform.
He removed his uniform jacket and loosened the collar of his shirt by unbuttoning it with his large, long fingers.
Letting out a languid sigh, he leaned his head back and massaged the back of his neck with one hand.
The dim lamp softly illuminating the tent traced the curve of his Adam’s apple.
Delia’s hands slowed under the lazy, weary atmosphere Aaron created.
She could feel it clearly enough—
a fierce predator, having finished the hunt, was now indulging in drowsy ease.
But the moment she so much as hinted at stepping out of his territory, he’d instantly bare his claws.
And Delia absolutely had to escape—no matter what it took.
Their conflicting purposes flowed silently beneath the surface of their awareness.
“Need help?”
Delia, lost in thought, snapped back to reality at the sound of Aaron’s voice.
“Just leave the tent. That would be helping me.”
“Why should I? This is my tent.”
“Then let me go instead.”
“If you could come and go freely, you’d be a guest—not a prisoner.”
“You’re no help at all. I can’t wash properly with you here.”
“Why not? Between us?”
Aaron looked at Delia with a meaningful smile.
“Why? Between us. You’ve already seen everything there is to see.”
“Oh, please. Don’t say that. Back then, I was a patient—it couldn’t be helped. I don’t even remember.”
Delia tightly twisted the towel in her hands.
The dim red lamp cast a strangely sensual glow over his half-open chest.
Shivering, Delia drew a clear line.
“Our relationship is strictly that of enemy commander and prisoner. Nothing beyond that.”
“Right. That’s exactly what we are.”
Aaron shrugged in response to Delia’s sharp retort.
His high nose bridge and deep-set eyes cast a heavy shadow across his face.
His gray eyes, darkened further by the night, fixed intently on Delia.
“Then stop acting rebellious for a prisoner and just listen. Let me wash your back.”
“No. That’s not something we should do together.”
“Then consider yourself a patient again—it can’t be helped.”
Aaron approached Delia and took the towel from her as if snatching it away.
He dipped the towel back into the water and wrung it out.
The quiet tent filled with the gentle sound of dripping water.
Tch.
Delia, resigned, unbuttoned her shirt and opened it.
She pushed the fabric down past her elbows, revealing her pale shoulders and back.
Her left arm still bore bandages wrapped around the wound.
Aaron gathered her loose hair and brushed it all to one side.
Her slender neck flowed seamlessly into smooth shoulders, fully exposed to his view.
Her spine formed a long central line, with wing-like shoulder blades prominently jutting out on either side.
A delicate herbivore lay utterly defenseless before Aaron.
“Haven’t you been eating properly? Why are you so thin?”
Aaron moved the damp towel along the elegant, glowing curve of her skin.
“I’ve been busy trying to drive out the Imperial Soldiers.”
“Why exhaust yourself over something pointless? Just accept it—the fate of a weak nation.”
“Is that even worth saying? Fighting to protect is our destiny.”
The towel, trailing down her spine, caught on the edge of her shirt.
Should he push it all the way down?
Aaron hesitated briefly, then chuckled softly and guided the towel back up along her vertebral ridge.
“It’s all the same to the subordinates anyway.”
“It’s not the same. They already look down on us as a weak nation—imagine how much worse it’ll get once they occupy us! They’ll exploit us until we can’t even feed ourselves! I can’t bear to see that.”
“But they won’t even know how hard you’ve tried.”
“I don’t care.”
“Why work so hard for people who won’t even acknowledge you?”
“Because… I love Iorenti.”
Delia’s body trembled as if confessing love to him.
Aaron felt her trembling through his fingertips.
“One-sided love—how tragic.”
“Whether it’s one-sided or not is none of your concern. Just hurry back to your Empire already. Stop coveting other people’s lands.”
“Should I really return to the Empire?”
Delia abruptly turned her body at Aaron’s languid words.
Waving her hands frantically toward him as if exorcising a demon, she said,
“That’s a good idea. Go on—leave, go back. There’s nothing here for you.”
Aaron turned to face Delia, who now stared directly at him.
His deeply shadowed eyes traced a golden ripple downward from her blue irises.
Her pale skin flickered faintly, half-hidden by her hair.
The shirt hanging precariously on her shoulders stimulated Aaron intensely.
He regretted having brushed her golden hair forward.
Letting out a soft sigh, Aaron moved the towel again.
“Then… come to the Empire with me?”
“What nonsense.”
Delia looked straight into Aaron’s eyes at his sudden remark.
That was her mistake.
The moment she met his deeply darkened gray eyes, her heartbeat began to slow.
Like the legendary monster whose gaze turned people to stone.
Aaron’s eyes turned Delia to stone.
As she gazed at him blankly, Aaron’s voice seeped into her consciousness like moist fog.
“You’ll come to the Empire with me—as my spoils of war.”
“Sp…poils of war?”
Delia echoed the unfamiliar phrase after Aaron, like a child learning a new word.
While she remained frozen, Aaron’s sensuous hand drifted from her small shoulder downward.
Hypnotized by his eyes and his touch, Delia blinked slowly.
“You’ll become the symbol of my victory in the Southern Three Kingdoms conquest war and accompany me back to the Empire.”
Aaron’s voice, sweet as a demon’s whisper, wormed its way into Delia’s ears.
Her previously unfocused eyes instantly sharpened.
Only then did she grasp his meaning—and her expression twisted in fury.
This was the real truth.
Delia shoved Aaron roughly away.
“So Iorenti has already lost, then.”
Aaron dropped the towel at Delia’s rough push.
“What a temper.”
With a hint of disappointment, Aaron clicked his tongue lightly and picked up the towel from the floor.
“No matter how much you struggle, Iorenti is destined to vanish.”
“You demon.”
A demon of exquisite beauty.
His mocking, humiliating jest was so devastatingly beautiful that she understood its cruelty a beat too late.
To that demon, the struggles of a weak nation were nothing but fleeting amusement.
A prisoner of a defeated nation was merely loot.
His cruel jest was so bitter that Delia loathed herself for having been momentarily entranced by his gaze.
“Stay away. Don’t you dare touch me again.”
Delia hastily pulled her shirt back up and glared at Aaron.
At her sharp reaction, Aaron smiled lightly and raised both hands in surrender.
He shrugged playfully, as if he’d expected this all along.
“As our prisoner wishes.”
As Aaron rose leisurely from the bed, Delia threw herself down roughly onto it.
The bed swayed violently under her abrupt movement, releasing a soft puff of air.
You dare mock me?
Delia pulled the blanket over her head, her breath growing ragged as she suppressed her anger.
She absolutely couldn’t stay captured like this.
She had to escape—from him.
The pain in her arm seemed to intensify, and Delia clenched her teeth.
The lamp in the tent was extinguished, plunging it into deep darkness.
Shadows from the forest, cast by moonlight, fell across the tent.
These shadows layered over the darkness, deepening it further.
In the forest’s slumbering dark, the blanket slowly shifted.
Delia remained motionless as a statue, only her face cautiously emerging.
Her blue eyes submerged in darkness, only the moist reflection of her gaze glimmered faintly.
Blinking, she steeled her resolve.
I will escape from him—no matter what.
Earlier that evening, before sleep.
Unlike Delia, who fumed under her blanket, the commander brimmed with ease.
The humid tension that had filled the tent seemed like a lie—he had returned entirely to his usual self.
He reviewed documents laid out on the table.
He played for a long while, tossing and catching a dagger.
He meticulously cleaned his pistol and checked its condition.
Finally, apparently bored, he drank brandy and spent a long time curiously observing the prisoner he’d captured.
Even with her eyes closed, she could distinctly feel his lazy gaze resting on her chin.
That madman.
It was clearly evident he wasn’t quite sane.
Perhaps that was fortunate.
Because it gave Delia the opening she needed.
The mad commander, who had been watching his prisoner, fell asleep drunk.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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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?