The Mad Commander is Obsessive (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
The damp dew of dawn, the scorching sun that felt like it would burn them alive, and the night air that froze their hearts.
The prisoners had no choice but to endure this cruel cycle of a day, bound to wooden stakes.
Having weathered the wild essence of the mountains with their whole bodies, they were utterly exhausted.
Their lips were parched and cracked.
It had been long since the feeling in their hands vanished, their wrists bound so tightly that blood could not circulate.
With their eyes tightly blindfolded by cloth, they could not even grasp the situation.
“Please, give us some water.”
“Those heartless bastards. They should at least give us water.”
A hoarse plea escaped their dry throats, but no one came to quench their thirst.
The only responses they received in that pitch-black darkness were the hoots of owls and the chirps of crickets.
“Do you think everyone else is safe?”
One person broke the silence, prompting others to join the conversation in an attempt to shake off their anxiety.
In this blindness, the only thing they could rely on was each other’s voices.
“Yesterday’s search was pretty relentless. I’m worried whether everyone managed to escape safely.”
“If they aren’t here, they must still be safe.”
“I hope so…”
“Why did those imperial scum tie us up here like this?”
Jer listened carefully to his comrades’ voices and recalled the imperial commander he had faced last night.
Those sharp, glinting eyes even in the darkness.
The relentless voice demanding to know who their leader was.
His intentions were clear.
“Likely, we’re bait—meant to lure out our leader.”
At Jer’s words, a few let out involuntary groans of despair.
“They’re probably hiding nearby right now, waiting for our captain to show up.”
“Do you think our captain will come to rescue us?”
“He mustn’t come. It’s a trap.”
“Then what’s going to happen to us?”
“What do you think? We’re as good as dead. The moment we were captured, it was over.”
“That guy wouldn’t let us live. Did you see the look in his eyes?”
At the mention of “that guy,” the area fell suddenly silent.
A cold night breeze from the forest drifted through the prisoners.
The rustling of leaves in the wind sounded eerily ominous.
Chills ran down their spines, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.
“Just remembering his eyes gives me goosebumps. He’s completely insane—his mind’s gone.”
“He chuckled while striking us—that was even more horrifying.”
“Don’t talk if you haven’t felt it. I took a hit from a scabbard and thought my guts would burst.”
Spitting out a rough wad of phlegm, he was clearly reliving last night’s pain.
“Damn bastard. If I weren’t injured, I’d make him pay.”
The other prisoners listening to their comrade’s words chuckled softly.
Their laughter carried a mix of self-mockery, as if trying to shake off the suffocating tension.
“But it seemed like the gap in skill was way too big.”
“That joke of yours was the best I’ve ever heard. Thanks to you, I’ll die with a full belly of laughter.”
“You idiots.”
“Shh. Quiet.”
At Jer’s warning, the prisoners fell silent.
With the conversation cut off, the oppressive quiet of the forest’s darkness swallowed them whole.
Clop clop.
Hoofbeats sliced through the silent forest.
A low thud of heavy footsteps.
A group on horseback was approaching them.
“Who’s that?”
But their eyes were covered, so they couldn’t tell who it was.
Jer sharpened his senses and asked, but they gave no reply.
A soft crunch—a footstep pressing down on grass.
With their sight blocked, their other senses became razor-sharp to fill the void.
Amidst the tense silence of the prisoners, the faint sound of blades being drawn could be heard.
“Ugh.”
“Shh. Keep your voice down or they’ll hear us. Can you walk?”
It was him.
At the gentle yet firm question, the guardsman nodded vigorously.
He would run—even if he had to cut off his wounded leg and carry it—if that’s what it took.
“Head toward 10 o’clock. I’ve been waiting there to rescue you. Just hold on until you reach that spot. Don’t look back.”
Having said that, the figure moved lightly toward Jer.
Recognizing the speaker’s voice, Jer let out a deep sigh.
He felt both hope and despair at the small hands cutting the ropes binding his ankles.
“You shouldn’t have come here. You know it’s a trap, don’t you?”
“How could I not come? You’re not dead. It’s obvious you’re still alive.”
The captain replied calmly while his hands worked diligently to free Jer.
Once barely freed from the stake, Jer wobbled but instantly snatched the sword his captain tossed him.
“It’s dangerous. We’ll manage ourselves—please leave quickly.”
“If you have time to grumble, start moving.”
His vision remained blurry from being blindfolded for so long.
Yet, he recognized his master at once—the one with the hood pulled deep over his face.
A small figure wrapped in a black robe.
A clear, resonant voice echoing through the darkness.
It was his captain—someone who absolutely shouldn’t be here.
Jer let out a heavy sigh from his gloomy heart and approached another bound prisoner.
“It seems the imperial soldiers abandoned you and marched on.”
“How could that be? They chased us so fiercely.”
“Hard to believe, but yes. The imperial troops crossed the Alden Plateau this morning.”
“That’s impossible.”
“I saw it with my own eyes. They’re heading straight for the royal capital now.”
The captain kept explaining the situation rapidly while his hands never stopped working.
The royal guards who had followed him loaded the wounded onto horses.
They were rescuing the most severely injured first, as ordered.
“They wouldn’t let us go this easily.”
“I don’t know anymore. I scoured this entire area all day and found no one.”
“What?”
“It’s completely empty here. You’ve been standing alone all day long.”
Jer quickly scanned his surroundings, unable to comprehend what he was hearing.
The whispering of trees brushing against each other in the darkness sounded hauntingly eerie.
Moonlight cast an unnervingly still glow over the empty tents behind them.
An unnerving, deathly silence.
Jer swallowed hard, overcome by rising tension.
“We suspected it might be a trap too, so we’ve been watching since morning. We kept observing, but found absolutely no one.”
“Still, it’s dangerous.”
“That’s exactly why we must escape quickly.”
“You escape first.”
“Jer. If you have time to argue, start running. I’ll follow on horseback—my horse can’t carry two.”
Jer fell silent at the gentle but firm, quiet yet strong voice.
“Then I’ll depart ahead. Please follow quickly.”
Eventually, Jer began moving with the group.
Having been tied up for a full day, his legs barely held his weight.
Jer pushed himself even harder.
If his escape slowed, it would only delay his captain’s final departure further.
Delia glanced briefly at their retreating backs and approached the remaining prisoners.
Even to her, it seemed strange.
An entirely empty enemy camp? Leaving only prisoners behind?
But she had confirmed it herself.
The Imperial Army marching past the Alden Plateau toward the royal capital, and her own people left behind in an abandoned camp.
She had scoured the area all day, searching for any hidden Imperial soldiers.
Yet, she found nothing.
Only after the Imperial troops vanished beyond the Alden Plateau’s ridgeline and deep night fell could she finally be certain.
They had left the prisoners behind to thwart their surprise attack.
The Imperial Army had drawn one day closer to Iorenti’s royal capital, while they, hesitating and investigating, fell another day behind.
Two full days now separated their forces from the enemy.
Realizing this chilling truth, Delia hastily executed her rescue operation.
She had to move quickly—rescue the prisoners and return before the Imperial Army attacked the capital.
Her movements grew more frantic.
“Thank you.”
“Just run for now.”
The twenty-ninth prisoner also began to run.
Delia watched his retreating back and unconsciously clenched her arm, glancing around.
Everything was proceeding as planned—so why was her heart pounding so fiercely?
Was it just nerves?
She swallowed hard, shaking off her unease, and approached the last prisoner.
Her injured arm had reached its limit and refused to cooperate.
Gritting her teeth, Delia switched the knife to her other hand.
Her arm trembled uncontrollably, but she pushed herself with desperate strength.
“It’s done.”
Exhausting every last ounce of strength, Delia barely severed the final rope and stared straight at the last prisoner bathed in moonlight.
His face was cast in deep shadow beneath his hat.
A shiver ran down Delia’s spine, and her body trembled.
“Can you run? Let’s go quickly. This place feels… uneasy.”
Delia turned toward her horse, urging the last prisoner to hurry.
She wanted to escape this ominous place as fast as possible.
“Ugh.”
Delia was abruptly halted by a hand gripping her arm.
The last Iorentian prisoner had seized her.
Outraged by this impropriety, Delia snapped harshly.
“What are you doing? Why aren’t you escaping?”
How dare he lay hands on royalty?
Moreover, he had grasped precisely the one wound she had never revealed to anyone.
Delia looked up at the prisoner, her face twisted in pain.
“With time this scarce… can’t you let go immediately?”
Even as Delia urgently pleaded, he refused to release her.
Instead, he gripped her arm even tighter and curled his red lips into a smile.
Smiling?
In this situation?
While Delia froze in place, the last prisoner slowly removed his blindfold with his other hand.
The thin cloth slid down, catching the moonlight as it fell.
Once the cloth hiding his eyes was gone, his eyes were revealed.
Though cast in deep shadow, his sharp gaze could not be concealed.
His steel-gray eyes glowed piercingly in the darkness—more chilling than the moonlight itself.
“Checkmate.”
His low voice carried thick delight.
The cold moonlight blanketing the dark forest was swallowed by a suffocating, intense heat.
“W-what are you?”
Whistle.
The man who had blown the whistle tightened his grip on Delia’s arm.
He pulled her toward himself—firmly and slowly.
“Ah!”
A pained groan escaped her involuntarily.
As Delia was drawn closer, the man lowered his head and whispered into her ear.
“You use the terrain—but we create it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground around them trembled, and Imperial soldiers emerged from every direction.
They had hidden perfectly underground, masking all traces of their presence, and now answered his call.
“After all this effort, isn’t it time you finally accepted our invitation?”
Click click.
The sound of guns being loaded intertwined with his moonlit voice, seeping into her ears.
She felt like a butterfly ensnared in an exquisitely woven spiderweb—so intricate she’d forgotten even how to flap her wings.
“It seems we have much to discuss.”
While Delia stood frozen, the man’s large hand removed her hood.
Golden hair spilled out from beneath the hood, fluttering between beams of moonlight.
Instinctively writhing at the ominous sensation, she only felt his grip on her arm tighten further.
“This time, I truly hope you’ll accept our invitation.”
His cold eyes stared at her penetratingly.
Only then did Delia fully grasp her situation—and paled completely.
She had been caught.
Captured by the enemy.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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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?