Please Kill Me - Chapter 164
With such an icy demeanor, it was impossible to understand what Leonid was thinking. As a result, Yuri felt a bit confused.
‘If Leonid isn’t trying to suppress his excitement right now…’
Does that mean this is his true self?
But there was no answer.
As if to remind himself that the Yekaterina before him was not an illusion, Leonid checked her over several times—first her palm, then her wrist, and finally her lips.
After kissing each part in turn without her resistance, Leonid brushed Yekaterina’s dry cheek with the back of his hand and spoke.
“Be honest with me. After you left, did you ever miss me even a little?”
“…….”
When Yekaterina averted her gaze, the growling tone of his voice quickly closed in on her.
“Look at me.”
“……No.”
Ultimately, Yekaterina had to open her mouth.
At her ensuing lie, Leonid’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Didn’t miss me?”
“That’s right. I did well at Offenbach. I don’t regret leaving Rostislav.”
“I’m glad to hear you did well. Then let me change the question. Why did you leave me? Why go as far as to lie about it? Did you really think I’d let you go?”
At Leonid’s question, Yekaterina unconsciously took a step back.
That was an area difficult to answer.
She wasn’t sure if the magic that Dmitry had placed to bind her tongue was still in effect.
In the end, she chose to deflect rather than respond.
“Why are you here searching for me like this? Whether my words are lies or not, there’s no reason for us to meet again.”
“Why not? I thought I was going insane while you were gone.”
Now that you’re within my reach, I can breathe a little easier. Leonid said this with a fleeting smile, albeit a brief one.
He quickly returned to his wearied and hollow expression, extending a finger.
“You must be tired of this situation as well, so I’ll give you one last choice. The first is to kill me.”
“I told you… I can’t kill you.”
“Then how about the second choice? Since you can neither kill me nor speak the truth, you can simply allow yourself to be captured by me.”
His second finger extended.
“I personally recommend this option. You seem quite interested in being confined, so I’ve made some preparations. If you choose another option, it would be useless, which would be a bit disappointing, don’t you think?”
At Leonid’s nonchalant remarks about confinement, which sounded completely out of his mind, Yekaterina’s expression turned slightly bewildered.
“Leonid, is this really something you’re saying in your right mind?”
“Whether I’m in my right mind or not, do you think you have the right to question that?”
Even if what he said was from a sound mind, or if it was nonsense from someone deranged, it was all a result of Yekaterina’s lies.
Leonid’s sharp retort left Yekaterina speechless.
As she struggled to respond, Leonid furrowed his brow slightly while observing her.
“You don’t want to kill me, and you don’t want to be confined. Then the only option left is for you to be completely honest with me.”
Leonid’s hand fully opened, revealing a small vial that had been hidden in his palm.
Yekaterina recognized it well.
Creating confession potions was something she had done every day while at Offenbach.
Moreover, the one Leonid had brought was of the highest quality among them.
It was made by refining the core of a monster that lures people with its song, and consuming it would heighten emotions to reveal a person’s true feelings.
And since it utilized the monster’s core, it had no side effects and was incredibly potent; however, it was also horrifically difficult to obtain, making the price steep for just a few drops.
How had he procured such a rare item within Offenbach?
“Stop with the cliché lies about how you never missed me. Just be honest.”
Why had she left with such a lie, and what was happening that she didn’t know?
Why did Dmitry Offenbach say he would help her?
Why had she carried a dying man and came to Yuri while crying?
“And how do you really feel about me?”
Leonid’s voice was crystal clear, but to Yekaterina, it felt like the sound of a knife embedding itself into a wall.
However, there was no other option left to choose. The escape route was blocked. No matter how swift Yekaterina was, she couldn’t envision taking down both Leonid and Yuri to clear a path to the door.
In the end, Yekaterina clenched her empty hands tightly before letting them go.
“If I tell the truth… will you let me go?”
“I must keep my promise.”
It was a positive response. There was no more room to retreat.
Yekaterina picked up the vial from Leonid’s palm.
Though she had built a tolerance to various substances by taking different drugs, this particular type was new to her.
With trembling hands, she opened the cap, and as she poured the few drops into her mouth, the liquid vanished down her throat as if ignited by fire.
The reaction was immediate.
Had she truly swallowed fire?
Otherwise, there was no way her eyes could feel this warm.
An unnamed emotion surged within her.
