The Mad Commander is Obsessive (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14
The mad commander guarding the prisoner had fallen asleep drunk.
This was the perfect opportunity to escape from him.
Ten paces to the table.
Twenty paces if she shortened her stride to avoid making noise.
Delia rolled her eyes toward the sleeping Aaron as she planned her route.
Right beside the bed where she lay was a chair.
The commander of the Stilietz Empire had naturally offered the bed to Delia.
And without hesitation, he sank deeply into the visibly uncomfortable chair—and fell asleep.
Delia quietly rose after confirming Aaron’s chest rose and fell rhythmically.
Swish.
The rough blanket sliding off made a sound louder in her ears than her own pounding heartbeat.
Startled, Delia turned to check—but luckily, Aaron remained asleep, leaning against the chair’s backrest.
Was he really so intent on watching her that he’d sleep in such discomfort?
But that was the commander’s own affair.
Delia’s affair was killing the commander and escaping.
Firmly resolved, Delia carefully extended her leg beyond the edge of the bed.
She even suppressed the urge to swallow dryly, fearing any sound.
The moment her small foot touched the floor,
Delia lifted her head to look at Aaron.
He still had his eyes closed, breathing steadily.
Unlike Delia, who was tensed to the core, a lazy peace seeped from his every breath.
Delia rose silently, pressing firmly onto her toes as she took one cautious step.
She had clearly seen it before he fell asleep—
with her own eyes, she had watched the commander place classified documents, blades, and even his rifle right onto the table.
Plus, a letter regarding the current situation at Cabat Plains.
All of it beckoned to Delia.
‘Take me.’
It was a suffocatingly lethal temptation.
If only she could slip through the commander’s encirclement, everything would be within reach.
Delia tiptoed past Aaron, careful not to brush against him.
She even held her breath tight, lungs fully compressed.
Yet he continued breathing rhythmically, oblivious to her movements.
He seemed deeply asleep—so deeply he hadn’t noticed her at all.
Phew.
Only when she neared the table did Delia release a thin, trembling breath.
Classified documents sprawled messily across the tabletop.
Even in the darkness, the short sword and concealed weapons glinted sharply.
And the rifle—loud and powerful.
What should she take first?
What should she do first?
After a brief moment of hesitation, Delia decided the order of her actions.
First, silently kill the commander with her knife.
Then, gather the classified documents and vanish into the darkness.
She would leave the noisy rifle as a last resort—it might draw the attention of the guards outside.
Having swiftly made her decision, Delia reached toward the blades.
The moment her fingers touched the knife, a sharp jolt coursed through her fingertips.
The blade’s hard, cold sensation pierced through her entire body.
Clutching the weapon tightly, Delia reaffirmed her purpose.
She turned and crept behind Aaron.
Her movement was quiet yet agile.
Even in the darkness, his silver hair shimmered enticingly.
She could almost hear his heartbeat again in her ears—the same steady rhythm she’d felt during the day.
Ending his heart would surely shift the course of this war.
Obtaining the Empire’s intelligence on the Cabat Plains would give her side a crucial advantage.
Perhaps being captured had been an opportunity after all—
like the legendary woman of an ancient kingdom who infiltrated enemy lines, lured the enemy commander, and slit his throat.
Delia carefully brought the knife close to the enemy commander’s neck.
Her heart pounded as if it were in her fingertips gripping the blade.
Just as she pressed down to draw it across—
her wrist was seized by a strong force.
Huh!
Delia gasped sharply, her rough intake of breath shaking the quiet tent.
Before she could react, the force on her wrist pulled her off balance.
By the time she regained her senses, she was already dragged in front of the commander, seated on his lap.
“It seems a bit too late for exercise, don’t you think?”
Aaron’s eyes gleamed vividly in the dark, like those of a predator prowling through a night forest.
His steel-gray gaze pierced into Delia’s racing heart like a blade.
Only then did Delia, trembling, finally grasp the situation.
“You weren’t asleep?”
Aaron looked down at the prisoner dragged helplessly before him and gave a small smile.
One hand held her knife-wielding wrist; the other encircled her waist.
He coiled around her like a trap ensnaring an assassin who dared attempt to kill the Empire’s supreme commander—rendering her utterly immobile.
“How could I possibly sleep when I’ve caught something this interesting?”
“But you were, you definitely were asleep.”
Delia blinked in disbelief at her own predicament.
She had checked repeatedly—even as she slipped past him, even right before plunging the knife.
The heavy scent of alcohol in his breath.
His firm chest rising and falling in steady rhythm.
She was certain he was asleep.
He had known she was moving—and yet, even as the blade neared his throat, Aaron had kept his eyes closed, pretending to sleep.
Without the slightest disturbance, not even a single breath out of place.
“Truthfully, I couldn’t sleep—I was far too curious.”
“About what?”
“What reaction my prisoner would show upon seeing the documents about Cabat Plains delivered to the enemy commander.”
Delia let out a small sigh at Aaron’s languid words.
So it had been a trap.
He’d deliberately left the documents where she could see them.
She’d been fooled again.
Frustration gnawed at her, and she bit down hard on her lower lip.
“I was truly curious about your reaction.”
Aaron frowned slightly as he looked down at Delia.
Was it a habit?
Every time cornered, she’d chew her lower lip—and it irked him more than he cared to admit.
“Would you try seducing me to reveal the letter’s contents?”
Aaron reached out lazily toward Delia as he spoke.
Delia flinched and leaned back—but he instantly caught her chin.
“Or perhaps sneak a peek while I slept?”
He murmured slowly, pressing his thumb gently against her lips to part them.
His firm thumb traced delicately along Delia’s lower lip,
softly smoothing away the marks she’d left behind—so gently that Delia couldn’t help but let out an unsteady breath.
The air escaping through her parted crimson lips was surprisingly sweet.
“Or maybe steal the classified documents and run away?”
Her soft, damp lips wrapped around his firm fingertips.
Would touching her glistening eyes in the dark feel this sweet?
Satisfied by the delightful sensation on his fingertips, Aaron smiled.
“I was genuinely curious what you’d do.”
“So you deliberately left the documents out and pretended to sleep?”
“Exactly. But I never imagined in my wildest dreams you’d charge at me without the slightest hesitation to kill me.”
Aaron acknowledged that his prisoner was extraordinary.
She hadn’t tried cheap seduction or cowardly snooping.
She hadn’t run or hidden—instead, she’d pursued her goal with unwavering, almost frightening resolve.
She’d staked her life recklessly for what she wanted and boldly targeted Aaron’s life without fear.
Unaware that this very boldness only intensified his curiosity.
“There’s no need to hesitate when killing an enemy.”
“So you wanted me dead badly enough to shove a knife at me so instantly?”
“Of course.”
“You could’ve hesitated a little.”
“Why would I?”
“Because I’m handsome, so it’d be a waste to kill me… or because I treated your arm, so maybe you’d spare me… Did you really not consider any of that?”
Delia shot Aaron a sharp glare, her eyes flashing.
Even in the darkness, his mocking smile and playful tone were unmistakably clear.
Despite the assassin holding a knife to his throat, his voice carried no trace of urgency.
Delia tensed her grip on the knife, trying to pull free, and snapped sharply,
“I never show mercy to my enemies.”
The moment those words left her lips, Delia raised her left hand and swept it upward along Aaron’s arm.
As his grip loosened from the unexpected move, Delia twisted her body and slipped out of his hold.
She swiftly regained her balance, assumed a fighting stance, and tightened her grip on the knife in her right hand.
It all happened in an instant.
“Hah.”
Aaron let out an amused chuckle at the unexpected counterattack.
Narrowing his eyes, he slowly rolled up his shirt sleeve.
On the arm he’d used to grip her chin—careful not to hurt the prisoner’s lips—a fresh bloodstain remained.
Was this how it felt when a kitten you’d been petting as “adorable” suddenly scratched you?
“I didn’t expect you to be this fierce.”
Delia had struck him with a hidden blade concealed in her left hand.
His left arm, already weakened by injury, had only suffered a grazing wound—but had she attacked with the same strength as her right, the cut would’ve been deep.
No—she might have gone straight for his throat.
“You’re really no joke.”
Aaron stroked his wounded arm, recalling how close he’d come to real danger.
Her movements escaping his trap were remarkably agile—she’d clearly received excellent training.
Even when holding the knife to his throat, she’d precisely targeted a fatal spot guaranteed to kill instantly.
Just who was she?
The more he learned about her, the more he wanted to know.
His eyes softened into a smile as he gazed at his prisoner.
“Well, this just got more fun.”
Aaron rose leisurely from his chair, fixing his sharp gaze on his defiant prisoner.
His ashen eyes shimmered with intense curiosity.
“Now I really want to play more.”
Delia gasped sharply under the predator’s looming presence as he advanced toward her.
Even as her mind went blank, her body moved instinctively.
“Unlike you, I’m always serious.”
She tightened her grip on the knife in her right hand and leaped toward Aaron’s throat.
Aaron effortlessly sidestepped her attack, even in the darkness.
Delia had no choice but to slash through empty air and land.
“But my dear prisoner—what now? Even with all your seriousness, you can’t overpower me by strength alone. Neither you nor Iorenti can.”
Aaron’s provocation made Delia’s eyes flash fiercely.
“That’s something we’ll have to see.”
With those words, Delia leaped—not toward Aaron, but toward the table.
If strength wouldn’t win, she’d use weapons.
Now, even if the Imperial Soldiers outside rushed in upon hearing gunfire, there was nothing to be done.
She’d either kill him—or die trying.
Delia swiftly reached for the rifle on the table.
Got it.
The moment Delia snatched the rifle and turned to aim it at Aaron—
she was pinned flat onto the tabletop.
Aaron gripped both her wrists, pressing her down firmly beneath him.
“Ugh.”
Aaron’s low voice brushed against Delia’s ear, startling her.
His voice rumbled so deeply it felt suffocatingly sensual.
“My dear prisoner… this is dangerous.”
The rustling papers scraped against Delia’s back.
The scent of blood from his wounded arm mingled with his intense musk, enveloping her.
Above her, Aaron’s eyes sparkled as he looked down.
Delia was trapped beneath him.
“You’ll get hurt playing with something this dangerous.”
Delia grimaced as his strength flowed through her hand gripping the rifle.
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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Chapter Comments (4)
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?
Does the queen really think Delia would be better off in Boswell? She should know better. Whether enemy or ally, Delia would be treated as an object and used for her relation to the throne and ability to bear children. At least this way Delia can not only be happy but retain her dignity. Or is the queen perhaps grieving that her son will be deposed and wants to send Delia away so there is noone to replace the crown prince?
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Delia was trapped between Aaron’s arm and the gun.
That will be extremely loud on her eardrums if he actually takes a shot.
“Lily of the valley. It’s lily of the valley.”
A very toxic flower, particularly if you eat it. I had a feeling she was going to do that.
Crazy blanket.
First the commander was a rope and now he is a blanket.
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Aelthia
Wow the tension between these two is something else.