harem chapter 6

‘I’ll just keep Deon alive until he meets the female lead.’

The female lead was currently absent.

She had supposedly gone on a trip to some island, and it seemed it would take quite some time for her to return. The original story hadn’t started yet, so I had no idea when she would be back. That’s why I gave myself a generous timeframe. Well, no matter how long she was gone, she would surely be back before I came of age.

In any case, I had to prevent the male lead’s death before those two met. The problem was that I didn’t know why he was trying to kill himself. The original story was mostly told from the female lead’s perspective, so it wasn’t easy to know the male lead’s circumstances.

Of course, it wasn’t as if I had no idea.

As a long-time reader of romance fantasy, I should be able to see through to the male lead’s inner workings.

“Hello, Young Master.”

I took a light step and arrived in front of him.

Wow… As expected of the biggest psycho in this world, his looks were just as insane as his personality. I’d seen my share of handsome men, but…

This was truly on another level.

Mysterious, ash-gray eyes that seemed to hold the light within darkness.

Delicate features, as if painted by a master artist, raven-black hair… if I were to describe that insane face in detail, my lips would dry up and crack.

“What is this.”

Even his cool voice lived up to his keywords.

#Handsome #Cold-blooded #Obsessive #Insane. What else was there… Ugh, the last keyword made my nose wrinkle automatically.

…Right, he was a psychopath.

It wasn’t an official author’s note, but a reader-given title. Still, his actions made the word ‘crazy’ pop into your head. Whenever the female lead tried to leave the mansion, he would throw all sorts of fits and use cunning tricks to keep her confined.

To think that was the male lead. I felt sorry for the female lead’s fate.

There’s a line with obsession, and his obsession, which went so far as to steal the female lead’s freedom, enraged readers like an erupting volcano. But the author was always one step ahead of the readers.

A single illustration was enough to melt their anger away like snow.

It was a scene of Deon kissing the female lead’s leg. The man, who looked like the personification of decadence, was pressing his lips to her with the reverence of a priest in a temple. It was like a three-star Michelin restaurant.

‘Damn, they know what they’re doing! That face is a masterpiece!’

The illustration made you exclaim in admiration.

“Hey. Can’t you hear me?”

But seeing him in person… the protagonist’s face is the plot and the justification.

“Where did you pick up something like this.”

‘Something like this?’ How typical of a scoundrel.

In your eyes, I may be a ‘this,’ ‘that,’ or ‘the other thing,’ but all I see is a madman. Just then, the nauseating smell of blood hit my nose.

‘Goodness, to kill such a pretty bird.’

I felt sorry for the bird with its twisted neck, but I quickly looked away. There was a more important matter at hand.

Nothing was more important than my own life.

Therefore, there was something I needed to confirm.

‘A justification to avoid the male lead’s anger. I have one.’

However, it was still just a hunch, not a certainty. Since my life was on the line, I intended to get a clear answer this time.

But introductions should come first, right?

“It’s common courtesy to answer when asked a question…”

“Stop chirping and get lost.”

He pressed his eyes shut and ordered me away. Looking at his face, dripping with exhaustion, I let out a short breath.

He’s a psycho, but a pitiful one.

His extreme sensitivity was due to his unique bloodline. The male lead’s mother was known as a commoner of unknown origin, but in reality, she was Sierra, the last saint of the continent.

Deon, who inherited the saint’s blood, was born with the ability to hear people’s inner thoughts. Talk about drawing the short straw.

Of all the abilities he could have inherited, why the ability to hear inner thoughts?

That wasn’t an ability; it was a curse. Apparently, he could automatically hear the inner thoughts of anyone within a certain radius. Ugh, just imagining it was exhausting and suffocating.

How could anyone live with all that noise?

“…Everyone, get out.”

Just then, Deon let out the words like a groan.

There were still quite a few servants in the room; the stress from all the noise must have been immense.

I fell into deep thought. In the original story, there was only one person who could control this sensitive madman.

It was my older brother. To control the male lead! This act, which was like an overreach of authority for a supporting character, was possible because our family, much like the male lead’s, possessed special blood.

‘But what if it doesn’t work when I try it like my brother did?’

What if it wasn’t that our family’s bloodline was special, but that my brother himself was special, and that’s why he could control Deon… then I’m totally screwed.

‘Whatever, the knight will handle it then.’

Deliberation should be short and action swift.

“Ahem, hello, Young Master. My name is Lily Blanche.”

I smiled brightly at the face that was staring at me intently.

See that? Unlike you, I have manners. I don’t skip introductions. But our dear scoundrel didn’t even pretend to listen. Instead, his eyebrows shot up fiercely.

“Did you not hear me say to get out?”

Would it kill him to return a greeting? He has no intention of cooperating whatsoever.

Fine, let’s go our separate ways.

“Pardon my rudeness on our first meeting.”

I reached out my hand without hesitation.

Slap!

‘It’s really soft, isn’t it?’

I was currently kneading Deon’s cheek. A heavy silence, so thick it was suffocating, fell over the room, but I managed to ignore it.

This was a matter of survival.

I had no time to worry about what others thought. Of course, it was obvious that the way people looked at me would change from this moment on, that I would be called the craziest woman to ever grace the ducal estate. But since my life was at stake…

‘Screw it, I’ll just be the crazy woman.’

After kneading for a good while, I pulled my hand back.

“Wh-what…”

Deon blinked, his face a picture of confusion, as if he couldn’t tell if this was a nightmare or a hellish reality. Then he glared at me as if he wanted to tear me to shreds. For a fourteen-year-old, his gaze was incredibly fierce.

It would be a lie to say I wasn’t scared.

Still, I had his attention, so it was all going according to plan.

Now, now, hurry up and tell me what you thought of this lady’s touch.

“What are you.”

His dark eyes scanned me from head to toe, as if he had witnessed something that shouldn’t exist in this world. It was a persistent, tenacious gaze.

“Why is your head so empty?”

Aha. So you really can’t hear my thoughts?