The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me

Chapter 196 “What brings you here, brother?” Yurtha frowned at seeing Dylan after so long.Dylan also wanted to frown like Yurtha, too. Someone he never wanted to see again in his life.It reminded him of their long ago crossed swords.But for now, he had to hold back. Not long ago, Dylan heard that Yurtha had captured Rose and imprisoned her in the Cursed Lands. So now he was here to convince Yurta. “That… How are you?” “…….” “…….” An awkward silence passed between the two. “Are we just exchanging greetings?” No.Dylan swallowed down the anger that was already rising. “Of course not. I’m here to talk to you about something.” “Of course.” Yurtha calmly drank tea as if he had already decided that it was a worthless story. Of course he wasn’t expecting much, so Dylan quickly calmed down. “To start with, I heard that you caught the fake in the cursed land.” “You already heard it.” “Do you think the person you caught is really fake?” “Yes.” He was likely to raise his head at least once in surprise, but Yurtha was just calm. “I don’t know what kind of strange things you are talking about.” “The woman next to you may be the fake one, Yurtha.” “…….” “The Rose you imprisoned is real.” When there was no response, Dylan realized that Yurtha was having a hard time accepting the truth. “I don’t have any proof, but… haven’t you noticed something strange? I get the feeling she’s mimicking Rose in some way.” “…….” “It’s weird on second thought, too. Why did we fall for it all this time…” “Brother.” At that moment, Yurtha put down his teacup and looked at Dylan with a calm gaze. “I didn’t give up my precious time to listen to such idle talk.” “… Idle talk?” “Isn’t it? Does sister know that you say such nonsense?” “That’s not Rose, is it?” But Yurtha stared at Dylan with a pathetic look. “I’d better get going, I have work to do.” “Hey, wait…!” As if it wasn’t worth listening to anymore, Yurtha got up from his seat. Dylan hurriedly got up and followed Yurtha. If you go, who’s going to get Rose out of there!He’d come all this way to save her. He hurriedly followed Yurtha, who was walking without looking back. “Listen to me!” “I don’t want to.” “No, don’t you realize how weird this is?” “Sister is sister.” “Think about it a little bit!” Dylan grabbed Yurtha’s arm. The two red eyes met. At that moment, Dylan instinctively realized. “You….” The hand that was holding Yurtha’s arm relaxed. “You already know.” Dylan and Yurtha hated each other. The irony was that they knew each other so well.They’re brothers, and they’ve been at each other’s throats all their lives. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “You do.” “I don’t know…” At that moment, Dylan roughly grabbed Yurtha by the neck. “You don’t know? you did you know. Are you crazy?” “Brother, what….” “You’re the reason Rose thinks so horribly of you, can you stop that bullshit?” Yurtha’s gaze, who was trying to shake off Dylan’s hand, stayed on Dylan for a while. His expression never changed, but the corners of his mouth twisted. “What makes you think you know what you’re talking about?” Yurtha roughly shook Dylan’s hand away and took a step closer to him. Red eyes blurred as if recalling a long, long time ago, then returned to focus. “Rose has had her eyes on you ever since she walked into this mansion, so what do you know?” “Are you saying that now?” “Why, for fuck’s sake, one look from you and she’d smile for a long time. And me? Why can’t I even try?” “Cut the crap, Yurtha. You keep doing horrible things, and Rose’s not going to…!” “Shut up, hypocrite.” Yurtha’s red eyes flashed. He glared at Dylan as if he was about to kill him, and smiled bitterly. “Does sister even know? Your actions are hypocrisy.” “What kind of bullshit is that?” “It is. Good for you, keep hiding that hypocrisy. Now the more you do it, the more disadvantaged you are.” Yurtha punched Dylan on the shoulder as if revenge. “Because I’m not hiding anything anymore.” He turned on his heel, confessing his every desire.Dylan understood. The fact that he could never convince Yurtha. The two decided to go their separate ways. As Dylan left the mansion and headed down into the sun, Yurtha headed for a dark basement without a single ray of light. Yurtha smiled with joy.Sister.  ***** ‘Senior, actually….’ ‘Maybe I’m not Lee Shi-eon.’ In a dream I stayed in a cursed land. The day I broke up with Shi-eon. You’re not Lee Shi-eon? What do you mean?’ ‘…….’ ‘Answer me.’ ‘…….’ ‘Lee Shi-eon…!’ Unlike that day, in my dream, I shouted and asked him, but Shi-eon didn’t say anything. Finally, I woke up from the dream. “Are you awake?” When I opened my eyes, I heard a familiar voice. “Fake.” … Yurtha. When he came, he was sitting on an iron chair, watching me. Creepy. My head started to ache. How did I get to this point? Oh yeah. I remembered, in the Cursed land, Yurtha… <Sister> I clearly remembered the flashing red eyes. “… What brings you here?” “Just to look at the fake thick face.” Yurtha smiled as if he was very happy with this situation. “… Am I fake?” “Yes, a fake who tricked my sister.” It wasn’t funny. He lost his mind at Ascent’s villa, though, and he certainly recognized me in the cursed Lands. “You definitely know.” His eyes did recognize me.Then he twisted his ankle. “Oh, did I get caught?” Yurtha responded as if it wasn’t a big deal. That light attitude was like a joke, disguising the reality of the situation. “Why are you doing this?” I didn’t understand. Why are you following Rosie knowing I’m real? Why did you twist my ankle ? “Your bandage is unwrapped, I’ll put it back on.” Instead of answering me, Yurtha came back with the medicine box he kept on hand and sat down in front of me. His presence was somehow eerie, and I backed away. But Yurtha didn’t care and snatched my ankle from the shackles. “Ouch!” “Stay still, sister. Don’t provoke me.” “Can’t you let this go?” I yanked with all my might to free my ankle from his grasp, but my defiance was short-lived as the pain sizzled like a burn. I leaned back against the wall, dizzy from the burning sensation that filled my eyes to the brim. “Does it hurt a lot?” Shamelessly, he touched my ankle sympathetically, then unwrapped the bandage. “… Get your hands off my body. I won’t take it if you keep doing this.” “I’m well aware of your strength.” “And you act like this?” “But do you think you will be able to get out of here by defeating me?” That’s right. It’s easy enough to stun a Yurtha, but not the shackles on my ankle. “But Yurtha, the reason I’m still when you approach me is because I want to talk to you.” “Talk? You?” Yurtha, looked up from bandaging. His eyes were wide with wonder. “You’ve been cornered, so you’ve become a coward?” “… No, it’s not like that. I’m just wondering if I’ve been misunderstanding you all this time.” Yurtha’s hands stopped moving on the bandages for a moment, and I took advantage of the pause to speak. “That maybe… you didn’t kill my mother.” I heard that Celine went to Shi-eon and begged for Rosie’s life. That she would die one day and that she would give her body to keep her alive. … Maybe Yurtha didn’t kill her, maybe Celine didn’t die at his hands on purpose? But why? I couldn’t figure it out. “I’m sorry for doubting you all this time, Yurtha, so…” “Haa.” Yurta burst into laughter. The bright red eyes that gleamed roundly curved. “It’s too late, sister.” “…….” “I’ve already made a decision, but what do you think would be different if you said something like that now?” “Yurtha…” “In the beginning, now I know. Whether you get that realization or not, you’ll keep hating me. Isn’t it?” Yurtha doesn’t trust me anymore. I knew the old Yurtha. The one who would have been touched, if I had told him this. But now there’s nothing left. ‘You really gave up on everything.’ But I couldn’t back off. To get out of here, to deal with Rosie, I have to convince Yurtha. “Yurtha.” I called out to him with the most friendly voice I could. “I won’t hate you.” I placed my hand on the back of his hand. As the startled Yurtha reflexively avoided my hand, I clenched his hand tightly. “I mean it, believe me.” “…….” “We can get along well.” Actually, I don’t think so. We’ve been through a lot, how can we get along? “So don’t think badly of me.” I put my other hand on his cheek and rested my forehead against his. “We can be different.” “…….” “Really.” I whispered softly in his ear.I meant it. “Ah, sister…” Then Yurtha looked at me out of the corner of his eye.The corners of his eyes were red and wet, like he was about to cry, but strangely, the corners of his mouth turned up. “It seems like I did the right thing locking up, sister.” “What?” “Otherwise, you wouldn’t be clinging to me like this.” Only then did I realize The smile he made was a smile that was red with ecstasy. “Really.” “Yurtha…” “You’ve always had your eyes on Dylan, following his every move, and I’m the only worthless asshole who follows you around.” I opened my mouth to interrupt Yurtha immediately.But he was a step ahead of me, and his words soon left me dumbfounded. “But you know what, I’ve seen the brother you like so much, and the day I killed her, he saw what happened.” “…….” “Dylan knows. I didn’t mean to kill her then.” But why didn’t that bastard say anything to me?