The Grand Duchess of the North Is Obsessed With Me

41 – Recalling the Cud

———It’s bright red.

The sight, the world, everything.

It’s red, it’s red, it’s so red that it’s unpleasant.

Red is for anger, blood, death… All kinds of negative things.

A pair of bright red eyes stared at me among them floating like a whirlpool.

The moment I stared at the only beautiful shining eyes in a large, blood-stained world.

For some reason, I felt at ease.

The whirlpool of negative and muddy emotions that pushed her to the tip of her chin disappears like a lie the moment those eyes meet.

Then.

“…… Whoops!”

Taking a deep breath, I stood up.

“Heo-eok… Heo-eok….”

Breathing is rough. It felt like my whole body was soaked in sweat. The feeling of the clothes clinging to her body was unpleasant.

… Was it a nightmare?

For some reason, a vague memory comes to mind. That….

Red.

World.

Blood.

People.

Meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat? Human flesh?

“Woo-wook… !”

And it’s me who’s cutting it.

The moment I thought that far, an unbearable feeling of nausea came over me.

“Uweee….”

Bitter gastric juices gushed out of the inside, which had nothing to eat. The feel of the cold cutlery penetrating the flesh lingers in my hand.

The feeling of cutting through my flesh, the appearance of blood gushing out, the heat and scent of that blood sticking to my face.

That horror still lingers in my head.

‘Murder.’

It sticks to the brain so sticky that it cannot be forgotten.

‘I feel like my body doesn’t belong to me….’

My body moved freely as if someone had stolen my body, but my memories and senses were clearer than ever.

“Woo-wook….”

I grabbed it with one trembling hand and shoved my mouth shut with the other.

If I didn’t do that, I couldn’t stand it.

Even if I wanted to close my eyes, I just stared at the ceiling in a daze at the horror that came to mind when I closed my eyes.

The bed was already damp from the sweat I shed while sleeping and was not functioning properly, and my vomit was strewn about on the floor.

Sitting stupidly in the middle of it, I took a deep breath.

“Heo-eok… Heo-eok….”

Wiping the gastric juice dripping from the corners of his mouth, he buried his face in his arms and trembled quietly.

No matter what I do, it cannot be erased.

Unforgettable.

It doesn’t disappear.

#

Inside the Temporary Residence of the Northern Knights.

The restaurant on the first floor, which would be lively during lunchtime at a normal inn, was very quiet.

Inside, which should have been originally full of round tables, they had all been removed, and there was an open hole in the middle of the floor.

It was a stairway leading to the basement, and beneath it was a slight but faint scream.

And the furthest side of the stairs.

Sitting on a chair at her dining table pushed to her door, Melon was looking at Blue who was reporting to her in front of her.

“…… This is all the information we have found out.”

After finishing the non-interrogation interrogation, Blue opened her mouth towards Melon.

Melon, who had been listening to the words in a daze for a while, looked at Blue with an apologetic expression as she regained her senses at his words.

“It’s okay. Isn’t that what we came here for anyway?”

Blue felt responsible for not getting the results he deserved, but Melon didn’t think too much about him.

I didn’t expect that the barbarians’ spies would know such important information, but that wasn’t their purpose anyway.

This was because the mission given to the northern knights, including Melon, was to ‘root out the spies’, not ‘gather information from the spies’.

“I’m going to go back after cleaning up for now.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Melon, who was staring at the departing Blue, licked her lips, feeling her mouth feel stuffy for some reason.

All operations have ended successfully.

They caught all those who tried to escape, and while they dealt with the personnel in the warehouse, Del and Blue took care of all those who tried to escape through the back door.

Even so, there was another reason why I couldn’t laugh like this.

Melon turned her head and looked at the stairs leading to the second floor. Del, Blue, and Here are in the basement, while Helen is out for a while.

Melon said she was on the first floor, so Cain was the only one staying on the second floor.

‘It’s already been three days… What is it?’

It has already been three days since the operation started and ended.

Cain shut herself up in her room and didn’t move. Worried, Helen and Melon went to the room, but all they could do was clean up the vomit Cain had collected on the floor.

Three days without eating or drinking.

If it was a normal person, it would have been enough time for him to collapse, but Cain was tenaciously holding on to his spirit.

“Don’t be in trouble.”

It wasn’t that big of a problem that the return was a little delayed.

It wasn’t even a situation where the post-processing was finished yet, so it wasn’t even a problem….

‘Brother Cain, looking at it, it seems like he remembers everything that happened.’

She actually expected that when Cain and she seemed like a completely different person, Melon might not even remember this.

She seemed completely lost in her murderous intent, and her behavior and tone were completely different from her usual Cain.

However, as if she laughed at his expectations, Cain seemed to remember everything about the day.

Sometimes, when he fell asleep, he mumbled in his sleep, and his completely exhausted appearance showed that.

‘… Either overcome or be broken.’

Melon has seen many people like Cain.

Most of them had never killed a single person on the battlefield. So he knew well.

In the end, people like that have no choice but to be completely destroyed, or to live with it buried in their hearts.

The problem was that I didn’t know what would happen if someone like Cain was broken.

Cain was a complete murderer himself when he was devoured with murderous intent.

‘It could bring blood and wind to the north….’

It is not even clear whether he can distinguish between friend and foe. However, Melon was convinced that if she had left Cain alone, she would have thrust the sword at Helen or herself.

Melon sighed deeply, resting her chin on her chin and turning her gaze to her window.

No matter how much Melon was the leader of this tracking team, he had no right to decide even this.

‘If it weren’t for the young lady, I’d think it would be easier.’

If it’s dangerous, deal with it, if not, take it.

It was a simple thing, but if that being was Cain, it would be different.

‘If I deal with it carelessly, I’ll be dealt with too.’

For some reason, Illencia’s cold eyes came to mind, and Melon smiled awkwardly while sweating cold behind her.

Recalling once again that Illensia, who cares deeply for Cain, can do even worse than that, Melon nodded her head refreshingly and thought.

‘Mmm! Even if you tie her limbs, it’s a sword to go back for now! Can’t we do something if we go alive?’

At least, she thought it would be better than dying.

After calmly nodding her head, Melon, involuntarily startled, placed her hand on the sword hanging from her waist and looked away from her.

Someone was coming down from the second floor.

And on the second floor, as I said, there was only Cain. But she wasn’t sure about Melon.

The one who is descending now.

Is it Balenciaga’s kind and kind second son?

Are you the madman who slaughtered the barbarians three days ago and smiled happily?

Because I didn’t know. Of course, with her skills, she can subdue Cain even if he is crazy….

Melon swallowed her dry saliva, thinking that if she came down completely devoured with murderous intent, she might not be able to turn back any longer.

After 10 seconds, like an hour, Cain appeared.

Watching him slowly walk away with her mouth tightly shut, Melon did not let go of her tension.

I couldn’t tell the expression.

Seeing Cain showing no emotion, Melon put more strength into her hand holding the hilt of her sword.

Cain smiled and opened her mouth when she finally found him ready to strike back at any moment.

“… Mr. Ameron.”

“Yes, boy.”

His usual voice. But her tension did not slow down.

It was because Melon’s head couldn’t understand that the person who was suffering so much was smiling.

And finally, when Cain continued her words, Melon was able to realize.

“Good morning. Did I wake up too late?”

“… That… Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I must have been too tired.”

hahahaha, Cain, who was scratching the back of her head with an awkward smile, asked Melon as if he had suddenly remembered.

“Did the visit go well?”

At the same time, Melon thought.

Cain has now erased her memories himself.