How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 106
It was impossible to recklessly confront Vallon. She had already been defeated by him too many times. There might not be a second chance. She had to finish it in one strike.
“Well, I don’t know for sure either. What’s clear is that he can control shadows at will. The only person who might have truly understood his power is that old man who died.”
Leta shrugged, indicating that even she didn’t know the full extent of Vallon’s abilities.
“I’d like to know too, just how far his powers reach. Black magic… it’s horrifying, isn’t it?”
“Then are you certain we can kill him in his dreams?” Leticia asked cautiously.
“Probably? It’s something I experienced firsthand.”
Leta wasn’t speaking without evidence. She wasn’t about to give Leticia misleading information, knowing that if things went wrong, her own life could be in danger.
Once, when that black shadow strangled her in a dream, Leta had clawed at its face with her nails. And she had seen it clearly.
A long scratch had appeared on Vallon’s pale cheek—marks left by her nails.
So if she had scratched his cheek in the dream, but the wound appeared on his real face, what did that mean? It meant Vallon could be harmed in his dreams.
The shadow, which wasn’t his real body, seemed powerless. It was just a puppet detached from Vallon’s body. If it had any strength, it wouldn’t have needed to strangle her in the dream directly.
After all, Vallon could restrain someone with just a glance.
“You’ve seen his shadow in your dreams, haven’t you?”
“Y-Yes.”
Leticia recalled the repulsive shadow that had pinned her down, tormenting her.
“Did you ever see the shadow use any powers?”
No. She hadn’t.
Leticia shook her head.
“His shadow is probably just his eyes and ears—it doesn’t have any real power. But if you harm the shadow, Vallon will be harmed too. Target the weaker shadow. His real body is beyond our reach.”
“Target the shadow…?”
If what the Duchess said was true, Leticia needed to lure Vallon’s shadow into her dreams.
“I’ve risked my life to tell you this much. The rest is up to you. Don’t try anything half-baked and get me involved in danger. If you can’t kill him in one strike, don’t confront him. He’s incredibly sharp, always watching for opportunities—”
“What are the two of you doing here?”
Without warning, Vallon appeared, startling both women. Had he overheard their conversation?
Leticia’s heart raced so fast, she was sure it would burst out of her chest. She feared he could hear it pounding.
Vallon’s sharp gaze sliced through the tension between them. His expression remained neutral, and for a moment, Leticia wondered if the Duchess’s earring had truly blocked Vallon’s shadow from eavesdropping.
“We were just… talking.”
“Then why are you so surprised? Were you talking about me?”
Vallon chuckled as he grasped Leticia’s hand. She forced herself to return his smile as naturally as possible.
“No, we… we were just admiring how beautiful the garden is.”
“I see. Leticia, we should head back now. And Mother, you should go inside as well.”
As Vallon’s gaze fell on her, Leta quickly hid her earring behind her hair. He was likely scrutinizing her body for any signs of something amiss.
It was clear that his shadow hadn’t worked properly, which was why he had rushed over here in a panic.
That mage had done good work.
***
Although nothing had gone the way she’d hoped at Kattravan, Leticia had still learned quite a lot about Vallon.
He was even more terrifying than she had imagined—a madman who had reduced his own father to that pitiful state. While there was no concrete proof, it was obvious who was responsible.
Seeing the condition of Duke Kattravan made Leticia wonder if that could one day be her fate.
Vallon had no qualms or guilt about committing evil acts. His behavior toward her alone was evidence enough.
And then there was the black magic. Black magic was a dangerously forbidden power.
It made sense now why the Kattravan family kept such a tight lid on it, despite Vallon’s immense abilities.
How much of what the Duchess said could Leticia really believe?
She couldn’t gauge the credibility of it all. Still, the eerie shadow that haunted her dreams had felt all too real.
If she wanted to kill him in a dream, she would need to use something from that realm. But was it truly possible? Even if the shadow didn’t have its own powers, it was still stronger than Leticia.
First, she needed to confirm with her own eyes whether the injuries inflicted in the dream appeared on Vallon’s real body.
Since returning from Kattravan, Leticia had been consumed by thoughts of how she might bring Vallon into her dreams.
Every day after class, she would head to Vallon’s dormitory. Surely, the dorm supervisor had noticed her coming and going, but no one said anything.
No one could stop a madman who had both wealth and power.
