White steam flowed out from between Olivia’s open lips, held once again in his embrace.
And the next moment.
A completely different scene unfolded before Olivia’s eyes.
A voice full of madness echoed through the sound of the pounding rain.
“Rejoice! You will be purified and held in the arms of God!”
A man, raising a strangely shaped dagger that was undoubtedly used for rituals, over his head.
And beneath him, a child, and an Anvher barely blocking the child.
Even the mother who extended her hand towards the two, but weakly fell forward.
There was no time to understand the situation, to measure and evaluate the danger.
Olivia, as if reflexively, brushed off Cryer’s arm and rushed forward.
“Oh, God!”
“No way!”
A serene flame lit up for a moment in the dead eyes of the child who had given up everything and was waiting for death.
The flame embraced Anvher, who was blocking the child’s path, and the next moment.
The child was in the flame.
The flame that wrapped around her was so large and warm that it was unbelievable, shaking the child’s eyes.
Olivia, who ran without hesitation towards Anvher and the child, tightly embraced the two.
The dagger that the man had aimed at the child was now directed at Olivia’s back, but it couldn’t pierce her.
Thud.
With a dull sound, instead of her back, the dagger pierced a solid palm.
Tick. Tick.
Blood drops flowed down the blade of the dagger.
Cryer pulled out the penetrated blade, gripping it tightly with his hand.
The man who was holding the hilt of the sword reflexively applied force, but he couldn’t possibly resist.
“Argh!”
Blood oozed as the hilt of the bizarrely decorated dagger tore through the man’s palm.
But the man’s blood, flowing from the hilt to the blade, did not mix with Cryer’s blood like water and oil, it just rolled to the ground.
Cryer then, as if shaking off the dust from his hand, pulled out the dagger stuck in his palm and threw it to the ground.
Thud.
The dagger was stuck not in the mud turned by the rain, but in a stone splashing with raindrops.
Deep enough that the blade was invisible, something an ordinary person could never pull out.
All of this happened in a few seconds.
As lightning flashed blindingly white in front of him, thunder struck down with terrifying speed.
Boom! Rumble.
With a deafening sound, Cryer disappeared from the man’s frostbitten sight.
Rumble!
As Cryer reappeared with the thunder, he lightly stepped on the dagger stuck in the stone, and immediately the dagger was deeply buried in the stone.
When Cryer, who had easily inserted the dagger into the stone as if it were soft cheese, turned around, the child in Olivia’s arms and his crimson eyes met for a moment.
The moment the child, wet from the rain, reflexively closed her eyes.
“Ah….”
A dry breath flowed from the child’s parched throat, and in the blink of an eye, Cryer was right in front of the man.
“Cough!”
Cryer’s hand showed no mercy.
He grabbed the man’s face with his bleeding palm, lifted it up, and bared his teeth in a fierce smile.
“Where is your god now?”
He was smiling, but it was closer to crying.
“Cough, cough, cough.”
The man whose face was grabbed was squirming, trying to escape from Cryer’s grip without even a moment to collect his thoughts.
But the man’s fingers, slipping in the rain, couldn’t make a single scratch on the back of Cryer’s hand, and a beast’s growl echoed in his ear.
“Where is your god.”
The man squirming in facecrushing pain couldn’t properly hear Cryer’s words.
Thump.
Soon, the man, thrown like garbage into the mud, frantically clawed at his disfigured face due to the pain.
But that was only for a moment.
The man could no longer feel any pain.
Because the paralyzing miasma, which had wound around and climbed up his feet, quickly grabbed his neck.
“Cough, cough.”
The man who had been scratching the mud with his bloody hands, gasping for breath, stopped.
As if by magic, the miasma strangling his breath disappeared as if washed away.
A long, very long, and dark shadow loomed over the man who was groping his trembling neck here and there.
The man, lifting his creaking head, stared dumbly at the huge beast in front of him.
It had a human form, but, was it… human?
The beast lurking in the darkness bared its teeth and smiled.
The man opened his mouth to seek his god, but even a futile breath could not escape his throat.
Thud, thud.
From the hard shoulder where raindrops were bouncing, steam rose like a mirage and scattered.
The scene was unrealistically slow, and the man’s trembling eyes relaxed powerless.
In the pouring rain, the moment his new form with blazing red eyes flickered.
“Cryer!”
Olivia’s call pierced through the heavy rain sound vibrating in all directions.
Shortly after, the man quickly blinked his eyes.
There was a human in front of him.
Not the unprecedented beast opening its mouth to tear him apart in one breath.
A single human.
As Cryer came to a stop, Olivia took a deep breath.
“I, I…….”
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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