209 – Obsession is a specification
“How am I supposed to do that?”
No one could answer the single word that came out of Minel’s mouth.
That’s the first time I’ve ever seen Lane like that. Although she showed jealousy from time to time, her self-confidence to become a ‘jeongsil’ more than others was hidden behind her.
At least, it ended up being a bit of a check, or at the level of fighting when everyone was fighting.
“Was that nature?”
“… Perhaps that is highly likely.”
When everyone’s eyes were focused on Lianne’s carefully worded words, as if they were aware of it, Lianne scratched her head lightly and explained the situation to me.
“Originally, there was Miss Lane’s nature. I corrected her strangely violent nature and became moderately obsessed with her master, but it seems that Miss Lane’s true nature was revealed as the system that limited her was broken.”
“What if it’s Rain’s nature?”
“It was written in the system. It’s the ＜Obsession Madness Yandere＞ route.”
“M-What?”
For a moment I thought I had heard it wrong.
Yandere… knows the approximate information by learning from the apocalypse world. And I only know that the first two words are not positive words even if it is not me who got the information there.
“Obsession and madness… ”
“Yes. Originally, I didn’t think it would change at all, so I suppressed it so that it wouldn’t reach the worst situation… This is what happened when the system collapsed.”
Regrettably, I spoke to Rianne, who was watching Lane drinking tea from afar, as carefully as possible.
“that… After all, murder is the worst, right?”
“Yes, if I hadn’t suppressed it, I would have killed all the women around my master, kidnapped my master and imprisoned him in a forest somewhere, or killed my master and stuffed him in leather and live talking to my virtual master every day. would you have gone?”
“Is it strangely real?”
“That’s because I roughly predicted what would happen.”
is it real
All endings are bad endings.
How did it happen that being imprisoned was the best ending?
In reality, all I have to do is accept a little heavy love. But with two, my life and the lives of other women are at risk.
“… Then, if you’re in the lane right now, isn’t it okay to have a conversation like this?”
“No, there are probably some restrictions left by the system. Devil… The proof is that Ciel went through a hard time merging the divine power and the demonic energy.”
After saying that, Rianne stared at Lane, then returned her gaze to me.
“If the system released the restrictions at once, wouldn’t it have kidnapped the master or cut off the head of the goddess Hestia on the spot?”
“Uh… .”
It’s extreme.
As I was listening to Lianne’s story, magic power flew towards me from afar, so I lightly calmed down and looked at the place where Lane was.
He opens his eyes wide and stares at me.
scared. It’s scary.
“… It would be impossible to talk more than this.”
I sat down in the chair in front of the lane as naturally as possible while wiping off the cold sweat from the unexpected wave of magical energy.
“It took 29 minutes and 31 seconds.”
“Were you counting them?”
“Absolutely. These days, just the fact that the young master isn’t by my side makes me very anxious. If I don’t count the seconds like this, I can’t stand it because I’m anxious.”
Madness is seen in the bright red eyes.
I feel the love that is so thick that it overflows.
“By the way, young master, don’t you think there are a lot of women’s eyes?”
“I used to have this much… .”
“No, that’s a bit strange.”
It’s because of you.
When mana is scattered in this way, not only women but also men’s eyes are focused on this table.
Ordinarily, if the mana flowed out like this thickly, they would either run away in fear or stare at it.
“That woman, that woman, that woman.”
Pointing at the women inside the cafe and looking at them with half-open eyes, she quickly withdraws her gaze and trembles.
“How can you scatter magic like that!!”
“… All right.”
It’s not as absurdly extreme as Rianne said, but… From a general point of view, this is too extreme.
It’s not a mad dog living anywhere, just me and a woman in the same space spreads magic like this.
It was enough magic that it wouldn’t be strange for a child with no resistance to magic to pass out. The evil thing is that he is even aware that he is distributing this kind of mana.
“… Why are you doing this?”
“Something has happened lately, so I don’t like it when someone is next to you, Bocchan.”
“Whoever comes?”
“At least Minel, Neros, and Lianne… I can somehow take care of Ciel and even Skaya, who is on the verge of death.”
But other than that, I don’t want anyone to approach me.
It doesn’t matter if it’s the opposite s*x or the same s*x.
“I just want you to stay with us.”
It was much better than before, but still, the subtle madness in her eyes seemed to prove that what Rianne had just said was true.
“Are you going to imprison me?”
“If the Bocchan allows it.”
In fact, it’s no different than saying back what I want to do.
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Just because one system disappeared, this changes?
I thought I should accept the fact that it’s Rain’s nature.
That’s right, from now on, we’re going to move on to a husband and wife relationship, not just a maid and master relationship. It’s not that it’s become strange anyway, it’s just that its original nature has been revealed.
I thought arrogantly that I could accept it.
“Ah, if you don’t like confinement, staying in the manor is enough. Because I also want to go on a walk or a trip with the young master.”
Where should I point out the words?
Even if you are only in the territory, in the end there is nothing to do other than always repeat passive actions in your hand on the lane. Even if it’s not like that, it’s not my inclination to live only in the manor for the rest of my life.
“Then, are we going to lock ourselves in the manor for the rest of our lives?”
“Yes, only me and Rianne are enough to clean the mansion, and there are many people who can cook, right?”
“Are you okay with spending time away from me?”
“Hmm… I hate it a little, but I still hate having other maids around my master, so I have no choice but to put up with it.”
Is it that you don’t like me being with other people?
Now it feels like I’m talking to a wall.
He stares into Lane’s eyes.
It’s a good thing to care for me, but that affection is too much at the point where rational judgment is impossible with blind affection.
And Lane’s affection was not too much right now, so it completely exploded.
If I ask for money, I will give all the things in Lane’s home, and even if I did something wrong, I’ll put the blame on the other victim, not my fault.
Originally, blind love is such a law.
“Then Lane, are you saying you don’t trust me?”
“no? Bocchan doesn’t do anything bad. I just hate the way he looks at you, and I hate those foxes who wear masks to have a conversation with you, but I believe in you.”
look at this
Are you just my words?
“Then you want a doll and not me?”
“… What are you talking about?”
“Rain, I’m sorry to be harsh, but what you really want is not me, but a doll that looks like me?”
The more I spoke, the more the smile disappeared from Lane’s face and turned into an expressionless expression of faint anger, but I can’t stop here.
Shouldn’t we just stop the misfortune of hurting me and now Rain kidnapping me?
“Tell me. I wanted to make you a doll that only sees and loves you.”
“No, I never thought of that… .”
“Can you say no?”
“… Still, it’s because I love you, Bocchan.”
“There are things that can be justified with the word love, and there are things that can’t be done.”
I love you, it’s for you
In justifying one’s actions in such a way, very little is really done for him.
In the end, it’s just greed that wants to manipulate others according to one’s own will.
“Isn’t trust the foundation of affection?”
“Absolutely. The reason I fell in love with you was because you believed in me, trusted me, and supported me, so I confessed to you.”
“Can’t Lane trust me like that?”
“I’ll say it again, even if you trust the young master, you can’t trust other women…”
“Why are you proceeding with the conversation on the premise that I will pass?”
At my one word, Lane looked at me silently without being able to continue.
Being obsessed is, in fact, the paranoia of persecution evolved and is no different from being suspicious of the person you love.
I say no, but deep down in my heart, I keep clinging to the other person with the thought of just in case.
And when it gets worse, it leads to crime.
“Tell me. lane.”
So I have to stop Lane before he gets there.
“Do you not trust me?”