The Vengeful Kidnapping Drama’s Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 161

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Zephyros was a man who took great pride in his beautiful appearance and very much enjoyed adorning it brightly and beautifully to show off in front of people. His white skin had always shone smoothly, and his eyes had overflowed with vitality.

But how was he now? The skin he had been so proud of had turned rough, and his hair and beard had grown shaggy, making him look like a beggar.

Suddenly, Ruon’s words came to mind.

‘Even without doing anything more, Zephyros Rosebel will destroy himself. He was always someone who stood above others. For such a person to lose everything and be exiled, I think it won’t be easy for him to even maintain his sanity.’

Those words were right. Zephyros was self-destructing.

“……It has been a long time.”

She opened her mouth again after a long pause. Zephyros just stared at her without saying a word. It was a gloomy gaze that only beasts who had lived trapped in cages their entire lives might show.

“It’s been half a year, right?”

She asked lightly while looking at those eyes that were as barren and dry as the desert.

“How is it, bearable?”

There was no sign that his lips would open. But she waited patiently. Until those tightly closed lips opened. After waiting like that for quite some time, his chapped, white lips trembled slightly and then slowly parted.

“……Just kill me instead.”

A severely cracked and hoarse voice unpleasantly scraped against her eardrums. The Zephyros who always spoke softly in a gentle voice was nowhere to be found.

She stood by the door, quietly looking down at him who had completely broken down in just half a year. No particular emotion could be felt from her eyes.

As if that gaze had snapped his reason, Zephyros suddenly began to breathe roughly and screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Why won’t you kill me, why! Kill me! I said kill me!”

The unpleasant metallic voice reverberated loudly in the narrow, damp mud house.

“Why won’t you let me die! Who are you! Who are you to not let me die!”

As if even screaming like that was exhausting, Zephyros suddenly dropped his head and clutched his chest, gasping for breath.

Psyche neither said anything nor made any move, just quietly observing him. Then, with slow steps, she approached him and crouched in front of him. She loosely wrapped her arms around her knees and stared directly into his eyes.

“No, you can’t die.”

It was a voice so calm it was frightening.

“I want you to live until your hair turns completely white, growing old alone here where no one knows, and dying a lonely death.”

Zephyros flinched and then glared at her as if he would kill her.

“Ha…….”

He burst into a hollow laugh toward the ceiling and then muttered as if talking to himself.

“How can this be. How can you…….”

“Brother.”

As if he hadn’t expected her to call him that, his body trembled with a start. Seeing this, she smiled faintly.

“That’s what I should be saying.”

Gradually, the smile disappeared from her face, replaced by an icy coldness that seemed to freeze everything.

“Why did you do that to me?”

“…….”

“Why did you do that to Ruon?”

Zephyros’s gaze, which had been directed at the ceiling, returned to Psyche. Before he could say anything, her words continued.

“Ah, I’m not asking for an answer. I don’t want to hear your answer, nor am I curious about it.”

The empty eyes that had been staring gloomily at her turned back toward the ceiling. He looked almost as if he had lost his mind. She tilted her head crookedly, then parted her lips again.

“I have something to show you. I’ll leave after showing you just that. I won’t come again after this, so take care.”

“……You won’t come again?”

His eyes turned back to Psyche. Psyche’s lips twisted.

“Why, would you like me to come?”

“……I thought you would come periodically. To mock me.”

“Ah……, Zephyros. Why would I mock you?”

A cynical smile flashed across her lips.

“The world is so beautiful, why would I come here to mock someone as ugly as you?”

“…….”

“I don’t have time for that, and you’re not even worth mocking.”

Despite her sarcasm, Zephyros showed no sign of anger. Rather, he seemed anxious. What is that look? Psyche narrowed her eyes and examined him. Then, realizing what his look meant, she let out an “ah” in realization.

“What, perhaps you…… would like me to come and mock you?”

His pupils shook noticeably. Psyche nodded with a hollow laugh.