Obsession… What’s That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 130

A strange tension crackled between the two of them.

What is this, a territorial standoff?

Their sharp nerves were suffocating.

I still didn’t know what the hell was going on, but whatever it was, stop it, you bastards!

Get along, will you!

With the heroine Justina gone, I was now the one stuck giving these hidden bosses feel better through my weak edification. Was this really okay?

I couldn’t exactly beg, “I know Justina’s a man now, but can’t you go back to obsessing over him? Break the stereotypes, please.” But there was no way to reroute the plotline now.

Seeing my bewildered expression, Johann eased off his feral energy and flashed a gentle smile.

“Let’s go. Time for labor.”

I felt his grip tighten on my hand.

Then, as if something occurred to him, Johann shook his head.

“Hey, if you kill the bishop, do you get Saintess Justina’s power? You said the one you’ve got now sucks and has all these dumb restrictions.”

I never called it trash, okay?

“The bishop’s… pretty strong. I think I need to collect a few more powers first.”

“Yeah? Well, if you find one you want among the prisoners, just tell me. I’ll half-kill them for you. You just finish the job, yeah?”

How can he say such monstrous things so casually?

Dragged by both arms between a madman on the left and a lunatic on the right, I was practically being hauled off when Enrique’s voice turned heavier than usual.

“Kido. Don’t let anyone else touch you but us. No, better yet…”

His fingers tightened faintly on the back of my hand.

“Should I lock you up somewhere no one can find you?”

“I’ll just take the concern, thanks.”

I made my rejection very clear.

I’m not the type to be locked up, I’m the one who does the locking. So getting pushed around like the original heroine? No thanks.

Enrique, for all his refined nobleman looks, gave off an extremely dangerous energy.

And Johann, whose looks were dangerous to begin with, curved his lips into a sharp smile.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just kill anyone who touches you?”

Wasn’t this a bit much? No, this was definitely overkill.

Their methods were all fundamentally deranged.

Then, as if lost in some twisted fantasy, Johann chuckled with that dangerous smile still on his face and asked,

“Hey, did you cry because your fiancé cheated on you?”

“That’s something to cry over?”

When I shot back flatly, Johann scratched the back of his head and looked down.

It felt like he was deliberately acting curt out of embarrassment, like a boy too shy to say what he really meant.

A shadow fell over his absinthe-colored eyes, deepening them to a darker green.

“I’ll take good care of you from now on. So don’t let other guys touch you. Unless you wanna die too.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

Take care of me, he said, but then he goes and issues a murder warning with tears brimming in his eyes?

Right then, Enrique suddenly leaned in, bringing his signature chill with him.

“So, Lady… when do you cry?”

“…Why do you want to know that?”

Enrique’s golden pupils narrowed in sharp focus.

“Because I think you’d look beautiful crying.”

So you’re saying you want to make me cry on purpose?

As I was dragged away like some wanted criminal by these muscular pretty boys, I let out a long sigh.

Before I die from some immortality experiment, or have my body stolen, or get sliced up for being a mysterious dual ability wielderr… I’ll probably die first just from dealing with these lunatics.