Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 65
Fortunately, I wasn’t caught for throwing the brick that killed the guard.
Another prisoner, who didn’t get along with the guard, was reprimanded instead. In a fit of rage, that prisoner shouted, “He deserved to die!” which solidified him as the real culprit.
After the grueling hard labor and a miserable dinner, it was free time before bedtime.
I was sitting idly, watching prisoners get into fights, when someone hit my shoulder painfully.
“Hey, can you take care of the laundry?”
I thought most people would stop bothering me by now, but a few prisoners in the 30s group still tried to mess with me, though they did so more cautiously.
It seemed they were waiting for the top-ranked prisoners to leave after their meal.
They threw their dirty laundry in front of me, but I calmly got up and moved to another seat.
“You think you can ignore me?”
One of the 30s group of prisoners grabbed my hair and started shaking it.
What kind of useful ability does he have to think he can mess with me?
“Hey, you bastards! Let go of her!”
Leah spotted me from a distance and shouted curses at them.
Seeing her approaching with a frightening energy, the prisoner who grabbed my hair quickly retreated in a panic.
“If you touch my friend, you’ll end up with broken limbs!”
She even left them with a terrifying warning.
“Friend? I-I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”
The 30s group prisoners backed off, looking around nervously.
I glanced around too, wondering if Enrique or Johann was watching, but I didn’t see them anywhere.
Of course, they only picked on me when those two weren’t around. Are they really treating me like a close friend?
“Just saying you didn’t know isn’t enough! Put your head down! I’ll pull your hair out too!”
Leah said it, but it was Deneb who acted on it.
“Aaagh! I’m sorry! Please forgive me!”
As I watched the prisoner being dragged around by their hair by Deneb, I heard a loud shout.
“New prisoners coming in!”
Several guards banged on the iron doors with their batons as they yelled.
It seemed like new prisoners had arrived to fill the empty slots.
They were probably low-level ability users assigned to the 40s group.
As I watched the chain of prisoners being led in, one face stood out, and I felt the blood drain from my face.
“What is she doing here…?”
A prisoner with short purple hair and red eyes, just like mine.
It was Grandis Russdale, the eldest daughter of the Count of Russdale.
A distant relative of the Farsene family of the Sloth
In other words, she was one of the family members who betrayed and sold out my uncle and me.
I clenched my fist tightly, filled with rage.
“I’m going to kill her…”
Grandis and I had never gotten along, and we were practically sworn enemies.
Our rivalry was so intense that we had sent assassins after each other, tried to poison one another, spread nasty rumors, and framed each other multiple times—creating quite the spectacle in high society.
Since no power wielder had appeared in our generation, she had also aimed for the head position of the Farsene family.
She was furious when I, someone who hadn’t even awakened, was named the successor.
Even though we were both imperialists, internal power struggles were inevitable.
The fierceness and dirtiness of it all were unmatched.
Prisoner number 8.
I’ll kill her later.
As I noted Grandis’ prisoner number, my anger cooled down.
Of all times, she had to enter as a high-ranked prisoner when I wasn’t prepared.
She’ll definitely try to kill me.
Meeting her here, where prisoner-on-prisoner killing is allowed, is practically an opportunity.
Like meeting an enemy on a bridge made of a single plank of wood.
Grandis had the augmented abilities of a high-ranking demon, making her a powerful ability user.
And as the personal guard of the crown prince, she was one of the most troublesome adversaries in both society and politics.
Her red eyes locked onto mine, her expression still.
I could see her eyebrows twitch slightly in annoyance, and then she smiled arrogantly.
‘Nice to see you.’
Her lips moved silently.
I kept my expression neutral and raised my lips in a smile of my own.
‘Traitor.’
With one hand, I flipped her off. Her lips moved again.
‘Heard you lost your fiancé to Vivian?’
I want to kill her right now.
* * *
Soon enough, it was time to return to our rooms.
There was a little time left before lights out, so we had some spare time.
Johann plopped down in front of me, looking serious.
“I told you not to tell anyone. And yet you couldn’t wait and spilled everything to Enrique?”
What does he mean I told Enrique?
Enrique, who had been organizing his locker, looked confused at Johann’s stern tone.
“Why me?”
“That was supposed to be our special secret. You know, that you’re a dual wielder.”
He growled, pointing directly at me.
