Please Forget Me - Chapter 144

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However, the Major gave me a questioning look and then twisted his lips into a smirk.

“No, I haven’t found them. I’ve been looking into a powerful family named Eineman in your hometown, but there’s no progress so far. Still, thanks to this, I was able to confirm that bastard’s been hiding your parents’ story. How can anyone not be suspicious of him? Now you should admit you’re just as much of a liar as he is.”

I had been swayed by another lie. From then on, I chose not to respond to whatever the Major said and ignored him as we made our way to the church.

The church was nearly empty. It was a weekday afternoon, and not time for Mass, so it was no surprise. Thankfully, there were a few parishioners here and there, kneeling in prayer.

At least that meant the Major wouldn’t be able to indulge in any more inappropriate behavior besides whispering filthy words in my ear.

‘I’m dizzy.’

The real problem was my body wasn’t feeling well. I had originally planned to stand in the center of the church, but the sharp pain in my lower abdomen and the dizziness made me worried I might collapse if I stayed on my feet too long.

‘It’s better than the Major grabbing me recklessly.’

After thinking it over, I sat down on the pew closest to the entrance of the church. I sat near the aisle where I could be easily seen. As expected, the Major immediately sat next to me, then leaned in close as if pretending to pray and whispered in my ear.

“Didn’t you promise me a night together? When will you fulfill that promise?”

I flinched and pulled away, glaring at him, wondering when I had ever made such a promise.

“You said it to Freckles, didn’t you? That you would sleep with me and in return, take her life.”

I couldn’t believe it. The Major knew about the threat I had made in response to Brigitta’s threats of having Johann killed. This was something Brigitta should have kept from the Major since it was a disadvantage to her, so why would she have told him?

Seeing my confusion, the Major answered.

“When she was captured by the military, I heard she was throwing a fit, thinking I was with you and that I framed you as a spy. She said it was because I was upset, well… if I had really been with you, I wouldn’t be upset, would I?”

The Major clicked his tongue, almost as if he was disappointed.

“Well, the b–ch you wanted dead is gone now, so you should sleep with me, right?”

He was acting like I owed him something, even though I wasn’t the one who killed Brigitta. I never even asked for her death in the first place. Yet, the Major was treating me like I had swindled him or something.

“Hmm? If you’d already been paid, shouldn’t you have shown your ‘flower’ by now? Then you could walk around the village, only for everyone to treat the person who legitimately asked for their payment like a r-pist.”

Although the content of his words was muffled by the whisper, the voice was still loud enough to draw attention, and I could see someone sitting halfway down the row turning toward us.

The moment I met the Major’s eyes, which were filled with hatred for the villagers, I quickly turned my head forward, startled.

“That bastard, always pretending and subtly manipulating people’s emotions.”

Now, the Major was starting to lash out at Johann. It was ridiculous that he was insisting that even his subordinates had been manipulated by ‘that crafty swindler.’

It wasn’t manipulation; it was empathy. People hadn’t been controlled, they had simply understood Johann.

Who in the village didn’t compare the Major to a devil? Was it Johann’s fault that he was being slandered? No. It was the Major’s own actions that led to this.

I wanted to argue back, but I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to fuel the anger of the person who had come to take it out on me. As I silently listened to his rage, I felt as though his anger was slowly starting to affect me.

“That bastard was frothing at the mouth, trying to charge at me, right?”

When did Johann ever do that? This was definitely something the Major had made up, and hearing him insult Johann with lies only made my blood boil.

“Did he go crazy again, trying to protect his wife from a soldier with a gun, waving around an ax?”

And more of his usual mocking.

“Tell me, did I call you while you were getting r-ped by that bastard? Is that why he got so vicious, like a dog that’s lost its mate, when I took his b-tch away from him?”

Oh, God, are you listening to this slander? I gritted my teeth and silently prayed.

“I know the identity of that swindler.”

The words whispered in my ear by the Major froze me. Was I looking strange? He didn’t stop talking.

“Then, shouldn’t he at least shut me up by offering his woman? I gave him a chance, but he turned it down. Is it because your hole tastes so good that he can’t resist? Huh? He’d risk his life to protect it? If that’s the case, then I’ll lose my mind too. I should have a taste of that hole myself.”

I struck his reaching hand away with the handle of my parasol. The Major, as if defeated by my strength, let his hand fall onto the back of the chair behind me.

“Ha…”

He acted like he owned me, throwing his arm over the back of the chair like it was his, sitting in a slouched position, staring at me. For a long while.

“This still doesn’t relieve my anger.”

He mumbled darkly, then suddenly stood up and leaned toward me, his eyes locking with mine as he whispered:

“Maybe I should just r-pe you after all?”

“I’m, I’m on my cycle.”

In my fear, I blurted out a shameful confession without realizing it. The Major’s expression twisted. I briefly wondered if it was worth the shame I had just revealed.