I Pray That You Forget Me - Chapter 112
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Am I after that woman? Nonsense. My prey is that guy.
After being lightly toyed with, my previously lukewarm resolve flared up even more.
Do you think I’ll give up? I’m the kind of person who has stubbornly clung to the military despite everything I’ve faced to get to this point.
I shot him a sardonic look as a final warning.
‘You’re in over your head, you bastard pretending to be a Highlander.’
I locked eyes with the unidentified agent disguised as Johann Renner. He didn’t shy away from my gaze; instead, he stared back at me as if trying to read my thoughts. I willingly envisioned his downfall, turning him into the ragged figure that he would become under the muzzle of a gun.
‘Aren’t you going to run away?’
You realize I’ve seen through your true identity now, right? You should be escaping. Of course, I’ll take that as a confession and have you arrested, leading you to the gallows.
But instead of fleeing, he moved closer to me.
“Johann!”
His sacrificial lamb desperately called out to him.
What an absurdity.
Rize Eineman probably thinks that that person is the shepherd who will protect her from me, the wolf. She doesn’t even realize that the roles of the shepherd and the wolf have been reversed. If she manages to escape execution for collaborating with an agent due to my intervention, she might finally recognize the difference between friend and foe.
“Is there still something you wish to discuss?”
I asked the man who confidently walked up to me, standing brazenly. He made a bold request.
“I want an honest answer.”
“What kind of answer?”
Whatever trick this is, I assessed it as a desperate attempt to save his life. But the honest answer he sought was…
“Major, you know why Rize has been acting strangely lately, and I know it too. What I don’t know is the reason behind it.”
Just the reason for that woman’s recent unhinged behavior? It was absurd.
“Ha…”
It seems he guessed I found it amusing when he made excuses about the air raids, thinking I knew the answer. He was correct.
‘Look at that. The perceptive bastard is pretending he knows nothing.’
But no matter how perceptive he is, can he not read the mind of the woman living right next to him? After all, Rize Eineman isn’t exactly the brightest person.
“Do you think I’ve been tormenting her? That’s unfair. That poor woman is suffering because of her broken mind.”
He narrowed his eyes, looking genuinely concerned as he asked if I could elaborate. Who does he think he is? It’s ridiculous.
“Stay curious.”
I wouldn’t tell him that the woman is going mad over dreams of her husband cheating with another woman.
“Of course, if you want her to see a doctor, I’ll help. Just come by anytime.”
She would never come. If Rize Eineman sought a doctor’s help to regain her memory, it would expose his true identity as a fraud.
So, in the end, he was acting more concerned for himself than for her while feigning genuine worry for his wife. It’s pathetic that he uses her yet treats me like some kind of monster.
“If you truly want to help Rize, the best way is for you to withdraw that impure interest. Of course, if you genuinely love Rize and she feels the same, I could step aside for her happiness.”
“…What?”
“But you’re not after Rize’s happiness; you’re pursuing her for your own pleasure. I have no intention of yielding to a man who would make her unhappy.”
What is this guy even talking about?
“So leave Rize alone. If you continue to torment my wife, I won’t remain silent either.”
At that moment, I recalled the reports from the soldiers tasked with transporting workers to the bunker. He had allegedly bribed them to pry into whether Rize Eineman was truly just responsible for cleaning my office.
He’s begun to suspect our affair.
It seemed he was digging for dirt, worried that his puppet was becoming my double agent. But hearing such nonsense now made me think there could be a completely different reason behind it.
‘Does he genuinely believe that woman is truly his now?’
He picks up any woman as a disguise for his identity and yet feels real possessiveness over her, even though he isn’t her true husband.
‘Or could this be a sophisticated psychological tactic?’
He might be pretending not to know that I’ve uncovered his identity, trying to make me let my guard down.
‘Whatever the case, he’s someone I can’t read.’
Thanks to him, my mind was starting to feel cluttered again.
Is he trying to feign innocence to dispel my doubts because he suspects I know his true identity? Or does he genuinely misunderstand and believe I’m just focused on targeting women to accuse him of being a h–os-xual? I didn’t intend to ponder this for long.
Either way, I would decide how it goes.
“Mr. Renner, do you have plans to leave here?”
He furrowed his brow, as if confused by my sudden question.
There’s no need for such an expression, whether it’s an act or genuine. I’ll tell him with my own words that he’s already been uncovered as a spy. His reaction at that moment will determine his fate.
I was eager to see how he would respond. After savoring the anticipation, I continued speaking.
“To the northwest, where you used to live…”
Somewhere beyond the Argen River. I was about to drop the hint that I knew he was from the Falklands.
