Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 35
At some point, Johann and Enrique, who had dubbed me with honorary titles like ‘mad dog’ and ‘sick mad dog,’ began to show a slight interest in me.
“I thought you’d die within three days, but it’s unexpected.”
It seemed to be because I moved unpredictably and had achieved more than expected in terms of survival records.
Given that most communication here is physical in nature, it was remarkable that someone as weak as me had survived for so long.
“Are you going to die during survival training?”
As if a serf in a vast corn farm was already struggling, Johann, who had oddly followed me, threw me a bizarre question.
Enrique was sent to an army cold storage since he had ice abilities.
With a basket hooked at my side, I made an annoyed face.
“Why are you so eager for me to die…”
“It’s not that I want you completely dead.”
Then why can’t you ask me normal questions?
Johann had brought water in a pot from nowhere and was boiling corn.
The cornfield was vast and labyrinthine enough that it was somewhat free from the guards’ surveillance.
Of course, there was no avoiding the explosive collars if we didn’t return on time.
“Here.”
Johann handed me the boiled corn.
Why is he taking care of me all of a sudden? He tilted his chin up, making a haughty face.
“Grateful?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“So, what should you do?”
Johann bragged as he asked.
What is he implying…?
As I eyed him suspiciously from top to bottom, he pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled.
“Kneel.”
Without a chance to get ready, Johann lay down on my legs.
With a content expression, he looked like a soul ascended to a blissful and comfortable space.
Didn’t he tell me not to bother him…
It was impossible to predict his next move. Maybe his cat-like nature?
But since he was too strong and the corn was delicious, I decided to overlook being treated like a human pillow.
“Hey, stop spilling. Got a hole in your chin?”
He finally got annoyed with the corn kernels dropping onto his face.
Then he took my corn and showed me an easy, clean way to eat it.
“If you press with your thumb and push, you can take off the kernels in rows. Eat it neatly, will you?”
It was fascinating how the corn kernels came off in a neat row.
“Wow— but I prefer eating it my way.”
“Then don’t eat.”
The rude Johann tossed my half-eaten corn across the field.
I stared helplessly, in disbelief at the direction it disappeared.
What a jerk. Messing with my food?
“Seriously, even if you’re annoyed, I don’t get to eat properly most of the time, unlike you.”
I let out a sorrowful voice and glared at him with my eyes.
Johann abruptly sat up and leaned towards me.
“Are you crying?”
“I’m not crying.”
“Why are you angry? There’s plenty of corn around.”
But it’s only edible when you, with your flame abilities, cook it.
Johann, who had been staring at me, added indifferently.
“And there’s a grasshopper on your head.”
“Ah! Damn it!”
I flailed around, shaking my head wildly.
I still couldn’t get used to the surprise inspections by roaches, silverfish, and pill bugs in the prison cell, always experiencing new horrors.
“You’ll get hurt. It’s a problem if it gets squashed.”
Johann said as he carefully removed the grasshopper from my hair.
Does he value life after all?
Although, I hadn’t seen him gruesomely kill anyone in the prison…
Whoosh—
I watched in shock as the grasshopper he had gently placed in his palm went up in flames.
“These are delicious when roasted. I often ate them on the battlefield.”
The savory smell wafted close.
He tried to put the roasted grasshopper into my open mouth, and I recoiled, pushing him away.
The roasted grasshopper that was about to enter my mouth flew off somewhere.
“……”
I didn’t understand how it happened, but Johann’s large body was now on top of me, as I lay on the ground.
I had tried to push him away, but ended up being the one who got knocked back.
I blinked up at him from beneath his strong arms and chest.
He propped up the back of my head with one hand, chivalrously.
My eyes were once again in direct contact with his chest.
There was really no avoiding it.
“…Move.”
Feeling my gaze, he adjusted his shirt and narrowed his eyes threateningly.
I could see his Adam’s apple slowly moving up and down.
But isn’t it you who should move?
“I told you, if you look, I’ll kill you.”
“I didn’t look.”
In truth, I did.
He turned his head away and ran a hand through his hair irritably.
He’s really so inconsistent.
A lap pillow is fine, but other contact isn’t?
“I’m not interested.”
I just saw it because it was there.
I showed him a reassuring smile to calm him down.
“Huh?”
Just as I felt something heavy pressing against my stomach and started to look down, he quickly grabbed my chin and lifted it.
“Turn your head while I’m asking nicely.”
“Yes.”
His face was scowling, but his ears were turning red.
I obediently turned my head, and he awkwardly got off me.
Boom—
A flare shot up into the sky, signaling assembly.
Time had flown by.
I picked up the empty basket and stood up.
