Dietrich Calypso called out to Sir Anderson, who was shedding tears, in a low voice.
“Sir.”
“……Yes.”
“In the days when I had nothing, you were my steadfast support and my mentor.”
At Dietrich’s words, tears streamed endlessly from Sir Anderson’s eyes.
Dietrich stared quietly at Sir Anderson and continued.
“I entered this Abelon Imperial Palace with the firm intention of annihilating this Abelon until not a single blade of grass remains. But you were born and raised in this Abelon. From the very beginning, our paths have been different.”
“…….”
“Yet, knowing this, I still chose not to tell you the truth. The one who deceived you was me—so you don’t need to feel guilty toward me.”
Dietrich paused briefly, then added.
“If you wish, you may leave me even now.”
Sir Anderson shook his head.
He rose from his seat, knelt on both knees on the floor, and bowed deeply toward Dietrich.
“No, my lord. I will walk the same path as you. If you desire the destruction of Abelon, I shall deliver to you the ruin you seek.”
“Anderson.”
“I truly am fine. I only feel like an utterly useless being for failing to properly understand my lord’s heart…”
Sir Anderson could not bring himself to finish. Tears fell heavily from his eyes onto the floor.
“Anderson. You have never, not even once, been useless to me.”
At Dietrich’s words, Sir Anderson twisted his lips and let tears stream down his face.
“I will remain with you, my lord, for the rest of my life.”
Dietrich looked down at the loyal Sir Anderson with calm eyes.
“Anderson.”
“Yes.”
“Thank you. For saying that.”
[This is the timeline separator]Imprisoned, Ileon Gredrick sat with his eyes closed.
A presence was felt beyond the iron bars.
“Have you done some reflecting while locked up in this cell?”
At the familiar voice, Ileon opened his eyes.
A man of giant stature, towering as if nearly touching the prison ceiling, with a threateningly massive build, entered Ileon’s field of vision.
The man, meeting Ileon’s gaze, twitched the corner of his lips.
“……Balt.”
“I always knew you’d end up like this.”
Balt clicked his tongue in disapproval as he looked at the bound Ileon.
“You really should’ve stopped indulging in that cursed prophecy and reined in your greed. Now the Grand Temple’s burned down—what a mess you’ve made.”
At Balt’s words, Ileon let out a faint, lazy chuckle.
“You’re the one who burned down the Grand Temple, Balt.”
“…….”
“You’re not the type to do such a thing. Did the princess get some leverage over you?”
A glint of surprise flashed in Ileon’s pale eyes.
Balt, gripping the iron bars, opened his mouth.
“Look, Ileon. Logically speaking, someone like me wouldn’t have any weaknesses.”
Ileon cut him off.
“When you saw the princess, didn’t you also experience something strange?”
Ileon narrowed his eyes slightly as he continued.
“For example, the scar on your cheek—wasn’t that inflicted by the princess?”
Balt’s face twisted in anger.
“How the hell do you know that?”
At Balt’s words, Ileon threw his head back and laughed. The clanking sound of his restraints echoed through the prison.
“Incredible. How could I have only just realized such a crucial fact?”
Baffled, Balt narrowed his brows.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Ileon.”
A strange light flickered in Ileon’s eyes.
“I’ve discovered something quite amusing. If you’re curious, get me out of here. Surely someone like you could manage it.”
Balt crossed his arms, still gripping the bars.
“Why would I do that?”
Ileon chuckled quietly, as if expecting this response.
The laughter faded, and a sigh-like sound escaped Ileon’s lips.
“……Arthur is dead.”
Ileon’s words caused Balt’s eyes to widen.
“What did you say?”
“Arthur is dead. Killed by Dietrich.”
Balt stared at Ileon, utterly dumbfounded.
“No matter how unhinged Arthur was, there’s no one who could kill him. Don’t you know he was a genius mage for a reason? A man who could freely manipulate clones.”
“……Balt.”
“He was the one who discovered that the girl was the princess of Shan Kingdom. No one else knew, but he somehow found out. And you’re telling me he’s dead?”
Shock rippled through Balt’s dark gray pupils.
“The princess came by earlier—she brought a red parrot.”
“What parrot?”
“It seems Arthur transferred his soul alchemically just before death. A man who loved his body so much choosing a mere parrot as a vessel… that can only mean his original body is dead.”
Balt’s mouth fell open.
Ileon cast a dry, emotionless gaze at the stunned Balt and continued.
“He pretended to be a parrot, but how could he hide his true nature? By now, Arthur is likely completely destroyed in Dietrich’s hands—both soul and body.”
Ileon narrowed his eyes, glancing at the light visible beyond Balt’s back.
Clearly, a guard had arrived to relieve watch over the imprisoned man.
“Next might be your turn. You’ll need my help too.”
No sooner had Ileon finished speaking than the torch-bearing guard halted in his tracks.
“Your Grace, Duke Portman? No matter your rank, this area is off-limits to outsiders. Why are you here at such an early hour…?”
The guard voiced suspicion, but Balt remained silent.
“Well then, what will you do?”
Ileon’s voice carried a hint of amusement.
The decision wasn’t long in coming. Balt placed a hand on the sword at his waist.
The guard cried out in alarm.
“Duke Portm—!”
Swish—
A sound of flesh being split echoed as red blood sprayed in all directions.
Thud!
The guard’s body collapsed lifelessly to the floor, not even able to utter a final cry.
Clatter.
The torch the guard had been holding rolled haphazardly across the ground.
Balt sheathed his bloodied sword and picked up the fallen torch.
The flame flared violently, revealing Balt’s face in stark clarity.
“I’ve always disliked you.”
Balt muttered savagely as he crouched down. With his free hand, he rummaged through the dead guard’s clothing.
After a moment, Balt pulled out a heavy keyring hidden inside the guard’s sleeve.
“Hm. I found the key to your cell, but I don’t see the one for your restraints.”
Balt smirked and dangled the keys in front of Ileon’s eyes.
“You have your sword—why do you need a key for the restraints?”
Ileon nodded toward Balt’s sword with the tip of his chin.
Balt’s gaze slid down to his own blade.
“……Fair point.”
[This is the timeline separator]Celia Brillion woke from sleep.
Sunlight streaming through the latticed window gently settled upon Celia’s forehead.
“Your Highness!”
Popo flapped its wings and greeted Celia with a morning chirp.
A tender smile spread across Celia’s face as she looked at Popo.
“Popo.”
At Celia’s call, Popo bobbed its beak and rubbed its body against the back of Celia’s hand before flying to the windowsill and singing a cheerful tune.
As Celia smiled at Popo,
“Celia.”
Dietrich’s voice came from beyond the door.
The moment Celia said “Come in,” the door swung open with a loud creak.
Dietrich stood there, already clad in black armor from head to toe, a sword at his waist.
Even though this was his own estate, Celia gazed at the fully armed Dietrich with a puzzled expression.
“The underground prison where Ileon was held has burned down completely.”
At Dietrich’s words, Celia sat up on the bed.
“……Then what about Ileon? Is he dead?”
“No. He’s almost certainly alive. Most likely, Balt rescued him.”
Celia closed her eyes tightly.
Various people, including Arthur, had continued to torment her.
She had deliberately turned a blind eye, knowing Ileon might escape.
Was that the mistake?
She well understood that Balt, a fellow Duke of the Three, had briefly complied with her request out of guilt—but ultimately, he would side with Ileon.
Still, for Ileon to escape so quickly…
Celia opened her eyes.
“Maybe Ileon found out about my ability.”
“!”
Dietrich’s face showed clear surprise at Celia’s words.
“When I recruited Balt, I used my ability. And when Ileon tried to poison me, I used it again. That makes twice in quick succession—no wonder that snake-like man caught on.”
Celia had indeed used her ability recklessly to protect herself, but she had always exercised extreme caution whenever she did.
If others discovered she possessed the power to paralyze the senses of reason using hyacinth flowers, she could instantly be branded a witch and burned at the stake.
Though she had pushed her body to the brink using her ability, the Emperor was the first person she had ever killed with it.
“Celia.”
Dietrich’s hand touched Celia’s cheek.
Celia looked up and met Dietrich’s gaze.
Reflected fully in the crimson irises beneath his black eyelashes was her own image.
Dietrich gently swept a strand of hair clinging to Celia’s cheek behind her ear.
“Even if Ileon has discovered your ability, nothing will change.”
“…….”
“This Abelon will fall, and we will live on into the future.”
Having spoken, Dietrich tilted his head and captured Celia’s lips.
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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