Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 109
“Do you want them to be brought into this prison?”
Damian asked from the guard’s room, sitting upright in a steel chair.
“That’s why I’m telling you.”
I replied primly, twirling a lock of my hair.
Back then, I’d made sure to keep track of my kin, in case our noble bloodline decided to betray me.
Though I didn’t expect them to go off and announce their affair right before boarding the ship.
Damian sighed, smoothing back his neatly coiffed brown hair.
“It’s strange. They must be in the top ten by rank. It would only bring you more grief. That’s why I thought I wouldn’t tell you.”
Was that why he was so disinterested during our last interrogation? Out of concern for me?
“If I knew how much you cared about me…….”
“They bribed someone in the Order. That’s why we were ordered not to pursue them.”
He cut me off coldly.
That money… was probably my money.
“So, we can’t catch them?”
“Recently, someone from the higher ranks of the Order was appointed warden of this prison. There’s now an official directive to arrest those who aided their escape and to punish the bribery—also to hunt down the fugitives from the Sloth bloodline.”
Which meant… they could be caught?
I tapped the names on the list—Enoch Mare, Viviana Laurent—and met his eyes.
“That’s my ex-fiancé. He cheated on me with my cousin, Viviana Laurent.”
Damian glanced between Viviana’s photo on her file and me.
Beneath the silver-rimmed glasses, his blue eyes filled with clear disbelief.
“Why.”
Why what?
His face was the very picture of someone grappling with a reality they couldn’t make sense of.
He slowly leaned back into his chair, exhaling heavily.
“Understood. You may go back.”
* * *
I sat in a corner of the yard, a lollipop in my mouth, watching the lavender sunset fade.
With the sharp drop in prisoners since the Winner’s Tournament, I felt oddly hollow.
What was the point of intimidating them if they all get wiped out in a system reset?
“I want to switch gods.”
Isn’t there a kinder god out there—one who’s generous, reliable, and doesn’t demand something in return?
While I sighed deep enough to cave in the earth, three prisoners in brown uniforms—all from the 10s—passed in front of me.
“I heard Number 4 used a forbidden ability and got sent to the disciplinary wing…”
Hearing that, I sighed to myself.
Seriously? She got dragged off to interrogation right after becoming my underling? How unfortunate.
The prisoners noticed my sigh and stopped.
“Hey, check it out. Someone in the 40s with two Choco Pies.”
“Oi, hand that over.”
One of them—a mohawked guy—chuckled and stepped forward.
There was a single, unfinished tattoo on his arm.
The kind of mark that screams, Wanted to look tough, but gave up because it hurt.
He looked every bit the wannabe thug.
“Number 49, huh? Not even gonna stand? That’s just rude.”
Once they confirmed I was a bottom-ranker, their disdain deepened.
Usually, high-rankers didn’t bother picking on those twenty numbers below.
Because they think they’re so strong, that we were beneath them.
But I guess the number of available targets had dropped since earlier.
Another inmate sneered and yanked me up by the scruff of my neck.
“You brat. You still won’t take that thing out of your mouth? Where’d you even get it?”
I rolled the candy around in my mouth and sighed.
Maintaining a low profile even in moments like this…
Being secretly powerful was harder than it looked.
Expressionless, I tilted my head.
“These choco pipes are for Number 1 and Number 2.”
There was no way that they didn’t understand that warning.
The second I mentioned Johann and Enrique, their shoulders twitched—but pride wouldn’t let them back down.
“You think that’s supposed to scare me? Just say you ate ‘em.”
Coward. I shoved a Choco Pie straight into Mohawk guy’s mouth.
“Then you eat it. All of it.”
