The Heroine Becomes Obsessed with Me
What a goddamn mess.
Only after getting thoroughly fleeced by Igrian for two straight days was I finally able to reclaim a shred of human dignity.
If it was going to turn out like this, I might as well have just begged Dwight instead—it was that humiliating.
I realized this time that a villainess isn't a villainess for nothing.
"Sis, so when are you going to fix this?"
I shuddered at Igrian's wickedness for leaving only the crown of my head as a pile of ashes and asked as politely as I could manage.
I had been cooped up for two days because of this, after all.
Igrian grinned.
"You almost died, so acting completely fine would be weird. You need to carry around injuries like that to look like someone who came back from the brink. Right?"
"Even so, this is a bit much... You know how much I care about my image normally. Can't you just put it back the way it was?"
Rage boiled inside me, but I ground my teeth and made the request in the softest tone I could muster.
"What will you do for me if I fix it?"
"What should I do for you?"
As I poured love into every single word, my soul scattered into powder one handful at a time.
Where am I? Who am I?
At this rate, is the person I'm supposed to support going to switch over to Igrian?
That absolutely cannot happen.
Don't forget. The reason you entered this novel: make Jeffbery the heroine.
Drill that into your brain.
Before I knew it, the focus had vanished from my pupils.
In the office of Dwight von Hillearden's lord's castle.
Click.
Dwight repeatedly pressed and released his ballpoint pen, lost in thought.
The moment he had set the trap for Double Crown, bewilderment had seized him.
In an instant, his additive formulas had formed an automatic defense and protected Double Crown's body.
How did formulas created for other magic combine and automatically transform into a mana barrier?
He had truly intended to kill Double Crown.
If he had to prepare for an all-out war with the witches soon, he needed to eliminate even one bothersome headache.
Moreover, seeing Double Crown watching Jeffbery, there was no guarantee he wouldn't kidnap her again.
But this...!
Dwight dragged the pen across the white paper with a sharp scratch.
The attack he had swung down at Double Crown in one stroke was the iron-sand magic he had taken from the Witch of the Four Seasons after defeating her.
The magic that crushed the entire body—the very one that had brought him to the brink of death.
Yet the moment he cast it, the mana barrier that formed the automatic defense phase-changed Double Crown's body.
Double Crown became fine particles and fled.
Even the trap he had set could not confine the powdered particles.
This guy is no pushover!
The paper tore under the force of the pen Dwight gripped tightly.
Knock knock knock.
Butler Bohen entered and reported.
"Young Lady Shut has come to visit."
Dwight spoke to the butler with sunken eyes.
"Tell her to go back."
"She says it's important... She insists on speaking to you in person."
Dwight let out a thin sigh.
"Leave."
He rose from his seat and straightened his clothes.
Looking in the mirror, a young man with blond hair and blue eyes faced him.
A white suit embroidered with gold thread, a purple necktie.
An impeccably noble and dignified appearance, yet Dwight frowned.
Because the body wrapped in those clothes had no place without scars.
The fact that Jeffbery had left those marks struck him painfully every single moment.
Whoosh.
Dwight covered the scars trying to rise past his neck onto his face with a magic shield.
With a rigidly set expression, he stepped out the door.
Upon reaching the reception room, Jeffbery stood with her back to the door, facing the window.
Dwight entered, closed the door, and leaned against the wall beside it.
Arms crossed, he looked at the document envelope on the table and spoke as if he had already figured it out.
"You wanted to see me to bring this?"
Only then did Jeffbery, lost in thought, turn around.
"I don't think I have the right to keep this."
"Why? Has a marriage in name only become boring now? Or..."
Because you think Double Crown is dead, everything feels worthless?
Swallowing those words, Dwight strode forward.
"When you approached me on your own terms that was fine, but now that you don't need me, get lost?"
"Didn't you say that between us nothing remains but this contract? You..."
Are terrified of me...
Swallowing the rest, Jeffbery bit her lower lip.
Dwight roughly yanked down his tightly knotted necktie and approached her.
"Look! You made me like this. Look carefully."
Leaning his upper body at a distance where their breaths almost touched, looking down at Jeffbery, she widened her eyes and leaned back.
A firm arm supported her waist.
"If you've broken me like this... you have to fix me."
Rough breath touched Jeffbery's forehead.
Her sliding gaze went to the scars visible between Dwight's shirt collar.
A lump rose in her throat.
With eyes full of tears, Jeffbery pleaded.
"Dwight... I'm sorry. Really... I'm sorry."
"That kind of talk..."
Dwight squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them and continued.
"Is that all you have to say to me? Am I the kind of person you can use and discard as you please? Have you thought about how I feel, huh? You really..."
Jeffbery's breathing grew ragged.
I left Demarken House with light steps.
Sweeping back my abundant black hair, I whistled.
I had gone to the Shut barony's lord's castle to meet Jeffbery, but only received the short answer that she was out.
I immediately called the chairman.
"Yes, yes! This is Greighton... Double Crown-nim... I thought you had passed away...!"
"Enough. Where is Jeffbery right now?"
I am a villain who does not care about the other person's circumstances.
"Uh... Today is her day off, though."
Ding.
I quickly asked Igrian via telepathy.
"Sis, do you know where Dwight is right now?"
I had been trying not to mix words with her if possible, but there was no choice.
"He's at home. Jeffbery is with him too!"
"Yeah, thanks a lot."
I quickly teleported to the Hillearden lord's castle.
The scene that unfolded the moment I arrived was Dwight holding her upper body bent, and Jeffbery hanging onto him while panting hard.
Whoa... whoa... Don't fight.
Or is this the opposite?
I hesitated, thinking I might have come to a place I shouldn't have.
As my eyes searched for somewhere to hide, they met Jeffbery's.
Like a spring bouncing up, Jeffbery's body sprang upright.
"Double Crown!"
I smiled as naturally as possible and said,
"Looks like I interrupted your good time together. But what can I do? I also have business with Jeffbery!"
Startled, Dwight slowly released the hand holding her.
She asked me,
"Double Crown, what happened? You..."
"Died, right? As you can see, I'm fine!"
I spread both arms to show I was okay.
I wanted to tell them to ignore me and continue what they were doing, but considering my position as the sub male lead, I couldn't say that, so I swallowed a hum.
Then Dwight straightened his collar and spat out,
"Take the documents and leave."
Jeffbery said to Dwight,
"Do whatever you want with the documents."
With a slightly dazed face, she spoke.
Seeing the documents on the table, I flinched in surprise.
It was their engagement contract.
Are they trying to call off the engagement right now? Absolutely not.
"Those documents... what the hell are they?"
I lifted the document envelope in front of me with telekinesis.
"Haha! It's the contract saying you two are engaged. But so what. If this disappears, does everything that happened between you two suddenly never happen? Then I'll get rid of it for you."
Whoosh!
I lit a flame and burned the documents completely.
I have to burn it so neither of them can cancel the contract.
Now you two are bound forever. Hmm... hmm.
Dwight's expression blazed fiercely.
Hey... calm down. I helped you, you know.
"There! Your relationship is cleanly settled now. Feel better?"
I grinned at Jeffbery and said,
"But what's with this scrap of paper? Funny. It's not like all your time is contained in here..."
Your memories are wholly in your hearts. Recall them.
I winked at Jeffbery.
She was looking at me with an expressionless face.
More precisely, a slightly shocked face.
Did I go a bit too far?
As Jeffbery approached me, I showed both palms and said,
"Whoa... whoa... Don't get mad."
"I thought you were dead."
".....!"
"I thought you had died..."
Jeffbery, who came right up to my nose, suddenly hugged me tightly.
My body froze as I looked at Dwight.
I'm fucked. This.