“Before my order is lifted, no one is allowed to enter the prison. Inform the guards responsible for periodic meal distribution to cease all food deliveries immediately.”
This was the order Dietrich issued the moment he returned from the dungeon. Without a word of protest, the imperial palace knights obeyed the commander of the royal knights, Dietrich.
“Yes, my lord.”
“Once you’ve driven the guards outside, do not set foot near the prison under any circumstances. Anyone caught will be executed on the spot—including you.”
The knights swallowed hard. Dietrich had never once joked about taking someone’s life.
Though their faces were filled with questions, the moment they met Dietrich’s cold, emotionless expression, their curiosity vanished deep down their throats.
“…We will carry out your order immediately.”
The knights bowed their heads and withdrew. As Dietrich stood alone, a dark shadow abruptly approached from behind.
“My lord.”
It was his adjutant, Sir Anderson. Dietrich didn’t even turn his head as he spoke.
“Speak. What did you hear at the meeting hall?”
“The ministers are blaming you for failing to properly assist the Emperor, attempting to place you in a difficult position. Marquis Tailo is leading this effort.”
“…….”
A twisted sneer curled at the corner of Dietrich’s lips. Though his mouth smiled, his eyes showed no amusement.
“Of course. Just as expected.”
“My lord, what are your plans moving forward? I heard you imprisoned the woman who attempted to assassinate the Emperor in the underground dungeon. Are you going to kill her?”
Dietrich’s gaze finally turned toward Anderson. Anderson had known Dietrich for quite some time, yet still found it nearly impossible to read his inner thoughts.
Dietrich rarely showed any sign of agitation. He almost never revealed his emotions, appearing perpetually indifferent—someone who seemed neither capable of laughter nor tears.
Even now, facing him directly, that was still the case.
Dietrich’s lips slowly parted.
“…I won’t kill her.”
With that, Dietrich turned his body away.
Won’t kill her. Did that mean he would torture her instead? As countless questions swirled in Anderson’s mind, he suddenly noticed something strange in Dietrich’s words.
Dietrich had used formal honorifics toward him—a rare occurrence. Anderson, who had once taught Dietrich swordsmanship, had recognized his potential early and voluntarily became his adjutant. Since then, it had always been Anderson who used the respectful form of speech.
By the time Anderson snapped out of his bewilderment, Dietrich had already vanished from his sight.
[This is the timeline separator]“The real thing surpasses even the rumors.”
The guard smacked his lips as he stared at Celia, locked inside the iron bars.
He was an aging guard, long-serving, responsible for patrolling the underground prison and distributing meals. Though he had seen countless prisoners in his time, he had never seen one as delicate and beautiful as this.
The moment he confirmed Dietrich had left the prison, he rushed over to see Celia.
His intentions were utterly vile—he had brought food only for Celia, ignoring the meals of all other prisoners.
He pushed the bowl containing hard bread and thin soup toward the cell, then paused, grinning slyly. His gaze upon Celia was thick with lust.
“Hungry?”
A metallic click echoed—the sound of the guard placing the food on the ground. Celia stared blankly at the bowl.
Having placed the bowl just out of her reach, the guard ran his tongue over his lips while staring at her.
His greedy eyes roamed over Celia’s face, then down to her slender ankles, stark against the blood-stained chemise she wore.
“My, my. Your clothes look filthy. Shall I help you change into something clean myself?”
Celia remained silent. She had encountered countless men like this throughout her life. And she had no intention of wasting her strength on vermin.
“There couldn’t be a luckier guard in the world than me. To actually look upon the Brillion angel I’ve only heard about in rumors.”
The guard cackled, revealing yellowed teeth.
“If you just listen to me, I’ll make sure you eat until you’re full.”
The guard, who hadn’t even brought spare clothes, began unfastening his belt with one hand while unlocking the cell door with the other, preparing to step inside.
Celia looked at the guard’s yellowed teeth and recalled the words she had spoken to Dietrich.
—If you kill me now, you will surely regret it.
In truth, that statement had been a lie. If she had truly wanted to live, she would have fled immediately after killing the Emperor, without looking back.
She might have been caught within a few steps—but if survival had been her goal, she would at least have tried to run.
She hadn’t, because she had finally achieved her lifelong ambition.
Having killed the Emperor who had destroyed her kingdom, she could now face the faces of her deceased family and people with dignity. At last, she felt she could die in peace.
Since she was going to die anyway, she thought it wouldn’t be bad to die by the hands of a handsome man she disliked—so she deliberately provoked Dietrich. But for some reason, he had withdrawn the hand that had been choking her.
A man who knew about her abilities. And the only man against whom her powers were useless.
“Daring to think of anything else in your current situation? How dare you ignore me, a mere criminal?”
The guard’s words shattered Celia’s reverie. By now, he had completely undone his belt and stepped into the cell in his undergarments, abruptly seizing Celia’s ankle.
Deep contempt flashed in Celia’s eyes. As she prepared to use her ability, several figures appeared behind the guard, walking forward with firm, disciplined steps.
“…You really are lucky.”
Celia murmured softly, lifting the corner of her lips in a clear sneer.
The guard, completely absorbed by Celia, failed to notice who was approaching from behind, desperately trying to yank down the hem of her dress.
Celia kicked him away and screamed with all her strength.
“Aaah! Help me!”
“You—! Are you mad? Keep quiet right now!”
The guard hastily clamped a hand over her mouth, but it was already too late. The people who had briefly paused at her scream now rushed toward her location like arrows.
The flickering torchlight revealed their appearances clearly. Clad in silver armor with crimson breastplates, they were Dietrich’s personal knights.
Their eyes fell upon Celia, her dress nearly pulled down to expose her shoulders, and the half-naked guard looming over her.
“This isn’t… what you think… I can explain…”
The guard stammered excuses, trying to salvage the situation, but such words held no weight with Dietrich’s elite knights.
“You’ve just been ordered to seal off the prison.”
Frowning, the knights grabbed the guard by the back of his neck and hurled him out of the cell. He collapsed onto the floor with a thud, rolling pitifully on the cold stone.
“Leave immediately. The moment you exit the prison, I will report directly to the commander. Remember that.”
The guard’s face turned deathly pale. If Dietrich learned of this, he wouldn’t just kill him—he would slaughter his entire family as well.
Kneeling, the guard flattened himself on the ground and begged the knights.
“I beg you on my knees. Please, do not report this to the commander. I will resign from my post with my own hands. I have five children who depend solely on me, innocent as rabbits…”
“Don’t worry about your family.”
A deep voice rang out unexpectedly, drawing the attention of Celia, the knights, and the guard alike.
For a moment, the torch mounted on the wall flickered violently, casting its full glow over the speaker’s entire figure.
“C-C-Calypso Duke…!”
The guard shrieked in terror. The black shadow fell over Dietrich’s impassive eyes.
Standing right beside the torch, his sharply defined features appeared even more striking.
His crimson eyes, deeper than burning flame, contrasted sharply with his excessively ascetic expression.
Dietrich had appeared not in heavy armor, but in a black uniform. Several decorations bestowed upon him by the late Emperor adorned his chest.
Approaching silently, Dietrich didn’t spare the guard even a single glance. His eyes were fixed solely on Celia, her pale shoulders exposed.
Staring at Celia with emotionless eyes, Dietrich slowly parted his lips.
“Your rabbit-like children will follow their father into death.”
“!”
Despair overwhelmed the guard. He trembled, lips quivering as he tried to speak, but fear rendered him mute.
“Take him away.”
At Dietrich’s command, the knights immediately seized the guard’s body.
“From now on, no one is to enter this place.”
“Yes, my lord.”
The knights bowed and dragged the guard away.
Only when the two were finally alone did Dietrich’s gaze shift away from Celia. He silently looked down at the hard bread and thin soup the guard had left behind.
He bent down and dipped his left index finger into the soup. Celia watched his actions closely.
“Do you know what’s in this soup?”
It was a strange question. Celia gave no reply. Dietrich, as if not expecting one, wiped his finger with a handkerchief from his sleeve and continued.
“It’s a drug. Also known as a stimulant.”
“…….”
“In this imperial palace, such drugs are common. You must never eat anything carelessly when hungry.”
Holding the bowl with the bread and soup, Dietrich rose to his feet. Then, right before her eyes, he slowly poured both onto the floor.
Celia watched in silence as the thin soup sluggishly clung to the cold stone floor.
“From now on, you will eat only what I give you.”
Dietrich’s words were utterly strange—almost as if he were offering her life. Finally, Celia spoke.
“Why? Just moments ago, you were trying to kill me.”
“…….”
The first change in his otherwise emotionless expression came with Celia’s next words—spoken deliberately to test him.
“Could it be… because I possess an ability?”
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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