The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me

<It’s amazing, isn’t that almost the first time a curse hasn’t… gotten worse?>

He brought Rosie into the mansion and summoned a priest who knew only about his curse.

Argen was periodically checked by a priest.

Change?

Nothing has changed other than bringing Rosie into the mansion.

Also, does she have something to do with resolving the curse?

‘What’s about Rosie?’

The oracle said that a transcendent being could break his curse.

However, Rosie was not a transcendent, she was a fragile creature who looked like she was about to collapse, and Arjen was nervous about what might happen.

For him, Rosie was a nuisance.

At the same time, an existence that constantly invokes variables.

‘Would it be better to get rid of her?’

She’s the woman he’s kept around because of the curse, but when he gets caught up in his personal feelings, his rational mind suggests a different option.

Dangerous.

The moment those feelings grew, Argen saw Rosie’s letter.

And he decided.

A dangerous being, a being who knows it and turns a blind eye to it, tries to run away from him.

if so…

Argen locked the door.

*****

Click.

The sound of the door locking was deafening. I blankly looked up at Argen.

“… Are you kidding me?”

“It must have seemed like a joke to you. I’m sorry.”

Are you serious about this now?

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden? What do you mean by breach of contract?”

I moved my feet to get out of the room, but seeing Argen blocking the door made me want to step back for a moment.

But I stepped forward and shoved him out of the way.

“Move away. I will go out.”

“You think I’m going to let you leave?”

“Come on, we’ve been getting along so well.”

“I thought so, too. I didn’t realize you were thinking about something else behind my back.”

Argen smiled bitterly and opened the letter in front of me.

“What is this?”

“That…!”

It was a letter I had told the maid to throw away.

“Why is this in your hand…”

“You’re wrong, Rosie, that’s not what you’re supposed to say, you’re supposed to make an excuse.”

Excuse?

What did I have to say to him?

[P.s. Come on, I want to be with you. I’m looking forward to your promise to leave the Marquis and come to me.

If you had come to me earlier, I would have cared for you.]

Damn Richard.

You do nothing to help me.

I chewed on my innocent lip as I checked the contents of the letter.

“So this is…”

“And this. And then this.”

What kind of expression would Richard make if he saw this?

He’d probably be pleased to see that the trust between Argen and me has been shattered.

If I jumped a bit further, he might have written a letter aiming for that.

“… It’s a misunderstanding. I don’t even know why he wrote the letter in this way. And you know he’s not trustworthy in the first place.”

“Right.”

“But isn’t it too early to judge everything with just one letter?”

“Then why did you go to the temple?”

The green eyes that had already begun to doubt me did not waver even with my excuses.

“I was going to make it clear for him. Do not send me letters or gifts like this.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Marquis. Why did I betray the Marquis in the first place…”

“Rosie.”

Argen interrupted me and called my name.

There was a sly smile on his lips.

“You think I’m going to fall for that?”

“… Do you trust him more than me now?”

“It’s so strange. Why can’t I believe what you say?”

Power entered the clenched fist. Argen never wants to trust me.

It was unfair. I hadn’t really betrayed him.

Of course, I was constantly reassessing who had the advantage, Richard or Argen, but…

‘I did not betray you.’

Is it a sin to think a little, as any human being would?

“So you’re going to lock me up like this?”

“Yes.”

“This is nonsense!”

“If you hadn’t tried to betray me, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Asshole, I’m not! Why don’t you believe me?

No matter how much I shouted, Argen did not reach me.

After all the times I’ve been involved with Richard, it’s no wonder he’s suspicious.

Is that why you lock people up?

The thought crossed his mind, but this was the same man who locked Richard up years ago.

‘Why did I trust and trade with this guy?’

Either this guy or that guy, they’re scumbags.

“… You said you would let me meet a savior.”

“I will keep my promise. But you betrayed me first, so you’ll have to play nice for now.”

“What events are held on holidays? Let me go too.”

“That’s not allowed.”

“Why…!”

“All I have to do is keep my promise to meet the savior, Rosie.”

He is really planning to imprison me here.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to lock you up forever.”

“… How long are you planning to lock me up?”

“Well. Until I kill the Paladin Commander.”

“Are you out of your mind…?”

I don’t know if Argen was serious, but I doubt he could kill a Transcendent.

Even if they did, it would be years, maybe decades, before they could do it.

“Are you going to stop me and kill me now?”

“You’re exactly what I need, Rosie, and that’s not possible.”

He left the room with a bright smile that didn’t suit him.

“Damn you!”

I grumbled as I disassembled in the room I was left alone in, but it didn’t make any difference.

“Do you think I’ll be locked up like this?”

I had to go to a holiday banquet.

A Princess who asks to come to the holiday banquet if you want to meet the savior.

An unknown letter that arrived in Herthas.

And even what happened to Michelle.

It might be a big leap to say that all of this is related.

But the hunches you’ve been building up all your life are screaming.

“That, lady….”

Then the maid came into the room and cautiously called me.

I remember.

How to get out of this room.

I looked at the maid and smiled brightly.

“Your name Is Terry, right?”

“… Do you know me?”

I’m glad I’m the type to look after and remember the people around me.

“I heard you have a sick mother. Right?”

*****

It’s been almost a week since I locked Rosie up.

And now, it was the day of the holiday banquet.

Argen headed to her room to meet Rosie before leaving the mansion.

In the meantime, Argen continued to visit Rosie, and as expected, he hadn’t heard much good.

The harsher the words, the more he realized he couldn’t do anything about her.

Strangely, he found himself thinking it was cute.

He must have lost his mind.

Rosie, who was angry, soon bent down and begged.

At that time, Argen thought while fiddling with his fingers.

He also felt that he had no idea what he was doing here.

It’s always been like that.

Come to think of it, Argen has been uncharacteristically generous since Rosie worked as a maid in his mansion.

Was that just the behavior of the generous owner?

And now, was he keeping her locked up simply because he needed her?

Doubts kept coming and going.

Would she be angry again today, or would she plead?

I wondered how she was going to greet me. He thought he was crazy for thinking that.

But what Argen faced…

“Fire!”

Rosie’s room was engulfed in flames.

“Damn it. Rosie!”

“Marquis! You must not go in! It’s dangerous…!”

Argen ignored the urgent calls of the servants and ran into the room.
He didn’t even realize that he had called her by a name other than Camilla.

“Rosie! Where are you!”

He scrambled through the flames, searching for Rosie.

But there was no one in the room.

“Haa…”

Argen laughed coldly.

He realized it instinctively. Rosie set a fire and ran away.

Argen cleared his messy hair and went out through the flames casually.

“She’s going to the event.”

It’s obvious where she’s going.

His lips curled obliquely.

*****

For the celebration of the feast, the temple was left wide open to welcome people.

This year’s celebration is bigger than ever.

If there is one more special thing, today’s event is directly hosted by the hero who led the war to victory, the Paladin Commander.

Many people could not hide their anticipation and stepped into the temple.

“The Paladin Commander has disappeared…!”

There was a small commotion that no one knew. But

“The Paladin Commander said he would come back before the event started.”

“Oh, is it?”

The small commotion ended without incident.

Meanwhile, outside the temple, there was a man contemplating the noisy interior.

The red eyes of the man looking at the temple shone quietly.

Black hair reminiscent of the night sky and eyes resembling ruby. The eye-catching features caught the attention of those around him.

Yurtha put on his robe, looking at the temple and something that was inside.