The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me

Chapter 189 What? Let them go? I glanced over, and he was still smiling, but his blue eyes were utterly cold. “I don’t think that’s something you should be talking about in front of my wife.” “… Why, you have no shame, do you?” “W-wife…!” The Count of Amalberg was flustered and stopped his wife, who was stubbornly glaring at Richard. “What is this all of a sudden to your son who has come after a long time? Richard, don’t worry about it either. Your mother is very tired….” “It’s something that needs to be addressed at some point! How long are we going to live like this?” “Wife!” The dining room, which had been silent, was soon filled with commotion.I put down the fork in my hand.There was no way I was going to let the food slide under these circumstances.I was full anyway. Sensing my discomfort, Richard stood up. “We should probably get up.” “You’re leaving already? There’s still food left…” “Yes. And from now on, we’ll eat in my room. I’ll take care of our share, so you don’t have to worry about it.” “…….” I immediately got up and followed Richard into the room. “I’m sorry.” Richard apologized to me. “I will make sure that nothing like this happens next time.” “… No.” I felt like I was the one who had caused this. I was the one who brought him back to a house he hadn’t visited in eight years. “You haven’t eaten much yet, and I know you’re hungry, so I’ll bring you something to eat.” “You don’t have to…” “I will go.” I said you don’t have to. I was left alone in the room. As I was sitting on the sofa waiting for Richard, the curtain caught my eye. I walked over to it, mesmerized, and lifted it. ‘Painting…?’ When the curtains were completely removed, I saw a painting of a skinny woman sitting on a chair and looking straight ahead. Who is she? “Rose, I brought you something to eat…” Then Richard returned to the room. I reflexively rearranged the curtains, but it was already too late. “… I’m sorry.” I felt as if I had intruded on his deepest thoughts. “No, you can see.” He seemed pretty perplexed. He replied calmly and placed the fruit he had brought on the small table. “Please eat.” I sat quietly in front of the table. After entering this mansion, I continued to be careful about my actions. “Who is that person in the painting?” Richard paused for a moment to answer. “She is my mother.” … Ah. The woman I saw in the dining room wasn’t his biological mother. From what I’d heard from Richard in the past, he seemed very close to his mom. “Actually, I am an illegitimate child.” “…….” “My mother brought me here a long time ago. To them, I must have been an uninvited guest.” As much as I felt sorry for Richard, I could somewhat understand their position.No place would welcome an illegitimate child, a sign of an affair. “No, in fact, I’m not even an illegitimate child.” “……?” “Actually, I’m not even half-blooded with this family. Oh, they don’t know that, of course.” He laughed mischievously like a little boy sharing a secret story. “Actually, I don’t remember my childhood.” His eyes dimmed, as if recalling something so long ago. “So I wandered around with no memory and nowhere to go… and then I got into a carriage accident, and it was her, my mother who saved me.” The mother he is talking about is probably the woman in the picture I just saw. “She was not in her right mind. She had lost her son in the accident.” “…….” “So the woman mistook me for her son, and from the sounds of it, her son had silver hair too.” The more I listened to him, the more strange I felt. It seemed to remind me of someone I knew. “That’s when I thought, ‘Oh, I must be this woman’s son’.” “… How can you do that to a woman who lost her son? Aren’t you even sorry?” Maybe this was me talking to myself. I took her daughter’s body and lived for 10 years pretending to be Celine’s daughter. “But Rose, for me as a child, it was a matter of survival.” “…….” “If I had missed this opportunity, I would have died. I must have died of starvation, or being beaten to death on the road, or being sold or died somehow.” “…….” “I would have been dead.” So did I. I was terrified of how Celine would change if I told her I wasn’t her daughter. I closed my mouth because I wanted to live. But as time went on, I was afraid of the despair Celine would feel when she realized I was fake. “I do feel bad, though, so I’ve tried to make sure she gets everything she wants.” “… How?” “When I was young, I didn’t know how to use the powers of the Transcendental. But as I slowly got used to the power, everything got easier after that.” “…….” “Until I got used to the power, my family was pretty mean to me, but after that, no one touched me.” Does this mean you’ve solved your family problems with your powers? “I gave my mother everything she wanted, and I got revenge for her.” “… Revenge?” “My mother’s real son didn’t actually die in an accident.” “Then…” No way. I had a vague idea of what was going on. “My family didn’t want to create a troublesome job, so they hired someone to create an accident. It was a common fate for an illegitimate child.” “…….” “So I decided to avenge my mother’s death, isolating the family with a bit of force. As a result, the income coming into Amalberg has been cut off, and they’re barely making ends meet with the funds they had before.” I remembered what happened at dinner a while ago. The Countess of Amalberg begging him to let them go.Now I understood what was going on. It was a little pitiful to see her in the dining room, but after hearing his words, I didn’t feel that way anymore. “I’m curious, is your mother… still not realize that you are not her real son?” “Until the moment of her death, she thought of me as her son, so maybe it is? although maybe…. She has noticed.” A bitter smile appeared on Richard’s lips. He wondered what his mother would have done if she realized he wasn’t really her son. It was a silly thought. Suddenly, I thought that this man and I might be a little bit similar. “… You’d make the same choice if you had to go back, wouldn’t you?” “Because I have to live.” That was his answer. Even if I went back, I didn’t think I would make any different choices. There was a lot of fruit juice spreading in my mouth, and it was strangely bitter. “I think I’ll go to bed.” I wasn’t really sleepy, but I didn’t want to do anything but lie there with my eyes closed. “Rose, may I ask you something?” “What is it?” “Who is that woman impersonating you?” Are you talking about Rosie? “She’s… Maybe she’s not impersonating me, maybe I’m impersonating her?” I had taken Rosie’s place.The name ‘Rose’ was also her name. “It may be, but… You must have had your own reasons.” He spoke as if consoling.At that moment, I impulsively opened my mouth. “You know what?” Why did you say that?Richard put his hand on the back of my hand. “Yes.” Was it because it was night? When I was weak and had absolutely no one to lean on. “It was because of Yurtha that I was adopted into Herthas.” His eyebrows rose in question. “As you might have guessed, Yurtha is a transcendent, and Count Herthas needed someone to make his son stronger.” “…….” “That was my mother.” I think sometimes. It might have been better not to know for the rest of my life. “My mother was a shaman. As you can see, shamans are very rare. Count Herthas experimented with her. In return, my mother became Countess Herthas.” “…….” “My mom was destined to be Yurtha’s sacrifice.” Even Yurtha doesn’t know about this. Because it was the secret between Count Herthas and Celine. I discovered such a secret on a trip with Celine. There, I happened to see her naked.Her body is full of torn and stitched marks.