Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 64
“Nope. You and Johann can rule. My goal is to live in peace with a dog and a cat in a nice house, without stress.”
But of course, I’ll be the one controlling you both, pulling the strings behind the scenes.
“Oh.”
He let out a hollow sound, then continued.
“Anyway, it would be problematic if this were revealed. I’ll assist you as your ally.”
I was still held tightly in his embrace.
Do we really have to have this conversation while being this close? I’m freezing. I’m going to catch a cold.
I gently pulled away from him, shivering.
“I appreciate it. We share a similar goal, after all.”
Enrique smiled innocently, like a boy.
“Yes, my goal is to beat the saint to death.”
The vulgar words that spilled from his lips were shocking, coming from someone who usually spoke so politely. I was left speechless, my mouth hanging open in disbelief.
Although he’d said something similar earlier, the tone this time felt different.
It was the voice of someone who genuinely wanted to kill.
There wasn’t even a barren wasteland where a romance could take root.
No, seriously, is that something a male lead should say about the female lead?
Granted, this is a dark romance filled with hate and obsession, but still…
I should be careful not to get on their bad side.
“Why do you hate the saint so much?”
“Because she betrayed me and Johann in the past.”
Enrique took a couple of steps back and lifted his prison shirt. I widened my eyes and stared closely.
“Those muscles… are no joke, hardened by the labor.”
“I’m not showing you to brag about my body.”
That’s when I noticed the black mark etched over his heart.
“What is that?”
So, he was engaged to the saint, they even got matching couple tattoos, but then she betrayed him and devoted herself to the church?
Did she do the same to Johann?
“It’s a mark the sect branded on me. She put it on me during the edification process.”
His answer was completely different from what I had expected.
Oh, I see. I looked closer at the mark, which resembled an eye inside a triangle, and asked,
“What does the mark mean?”
It looked exactly like the kind of symbol conspiracy theorists would be obsessed with, the kind you’d see on strange TV shows about secret societies.
“It’s a curse mark that asks for divine judgment. Only divine power, specifically the saint’s, can interact with it. It won’t disappear until I die.”
Enrique, who had just given me an eyeful, pulled his shirt back down.
Now I understood why he wanted to tear down the sect, the church, and everything else to get to the saint.
While Justina’s powers kept him alive, I could see that he was pretty angry… she secretly branded him. No wonder he’s furious.
When I first read the original story, it never really explained the exact reason for his escape, just vaguely mentioning a mixture of love and hate.
Since the 19+ parts were emphasized, I figured, “Oh, the saint left him unforgettable memories during edification!” and just accepted it.
But looking at Enrique’s current expression, it seems more plausible that he escaped from prison out of sheer obsession and a desire to kill the saint.
And if I can replace her, then maybe it really wouldn’t matter if she died.
This was turning into a revenge plot where he found a substitute and decided to carry out his vengeance.
Is this still an obsessive romance? Sure, men’s feelings can change like the wind, but still.
While lost in thought, Enrique stroked his chin, as if deep in contemplation, before speaking again.
“It wouldn’t be wise to kill anyone during the Winner’s Tournament. You can’t let them find out about your power.”
“Well, I did absorb the guard’s ability earlier. Otherwise, I might’ve died.”
“If the ability ranks around 10th to 20th place among the prisoners, you’ll need to awaken first.”
From across the bushes, I heard a guard’s voice calling out.
“Number 49! Where did you go, leaving the cart behind? I came to give you a leg workout!”
It was Sergei, my personal fitness trainer disguised as a prison guard.
He had an uncanny ability to detect when I was slacking off.
I tried to quietly slip out of the bushes, but Enrique grabbed my wrist firmly.
“Kido.”
I turned to look at him as he called my name, and after watching me in silence for a moment, he slowly spoke.
“You won’t betray me, right?”
His lowered voice sounded sad yet strangely chilling.
“That would never happen.”
As long as we both had mutual interests, it wouldn’t.
Upon hearing my firm response, he gave me that cold yet impeccable smile he was known for.
