I Decided to Kidnap the Male Lead - Chapter 107: Death Hunters (XI)

For a while, only the man’s screams of pain rang in the room.

But after a while, he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll make you shut up.”

A low voice, as if climbing out of a deep pit with no end in sight, sounded above his head, warning him.

Ophelia asked the man who was swallowing the screams that threatened to crawl out of his mouth.

“Why did you try to kill the child?”

A cold voice, as if swallowing ice; different from just before.

“The child is only seven years old. He’s too young for personal grudges to be held.”

When the man groaned and barely raised his head, Ophelia met his eyes.

The man who saw himself reflected in her blue eyes that sparkled inorganically like glass beads reached out his hand towards Ophelia without realizing it.

“Ack.”

Naturally, that hand was stepped on by Richard’s foot, and the man had to slam his head back to the floor.

Above it, Ophelia’s voice fell like a sharpened blade.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to say something crazy, like killing children for God.”

It was the starting point.

The man who was writhing in pain raised his head.

His face was no longer contorted with pain.

On the contrary, it was full of joy to the point of being bizarre.

“Yes! Because it’s a mission! A special mission that God gave me!”

“God.”

“Yes! God wanted the child’s blood! It was my job, no one else’s!”

Ophelia muttered at the man who ardently cried out to God.

“You failed. You.”

The man pushed his chest wide open, his grotesque eyes flashing as his lips parted.

—I didn’t mean to fail, I would have completed my mission for God if you hadn’t stopped me right before I did it.

But what could he say?

No matter what he said, failure was failure.

Beyond this failure, he also failed to properly keep the order that he should end his life on the spot if he failed.

The man’s face contorted terribly.

“If I don’t die…”

There was no way Richard didn’t hear the sound leaking out of his mouth.

“Richard? What did you do?”

Ophelia looked at the man and tilted her head.

“I pulled out his chin.”

“What?”

“Since he said he was going to die, I removed his jaw so he wouldn’t bite his tongue.”

“The hand over there is also in a strange direction.”

“I took out his thumb so he can’t use his hand.”

“How did you do it so quickly and silently… No, don’t answer.”

Shaking her head, Ophelia sadly looked down at the man. Then she said,

“Until when are you going to leave him like this?”

“Until he realizes he can’t die.”

“That’s a smart answer to a stupid question.”

How long had they stayed like that?

When Richard, who had pulled Ophelia by her thin waist and put his chin on her shoulder, stroked the ends of her smooth hair and tied it into a ribbon.

The man whose jaw had fallen out and saliva, runny nose, and tears flowed out slowly blinked.

At that, Ophelia parted her lips.

“I think he gave up.”

“A little bit more.”

Ophelia narrowed her eyes at Richard’s answer and scrutinized the man.

“More? Does he look like he hasn’t given up yet?”

“No, I want to hold you a little longer.”

Hearing that low voice filled with only sincerity, Ophelia instinctively slapped his arm.

It was because her insides tickled and swelled up as if she had swallowed a whole bunch of feathers, and she didn’t know what to do.

She thought it was just a figurative expression that her heart was shaking and she was about to die.

“I will die sooner or later.”

“What?”

Hearing that faint sigh, his voice really sank to the bottom of the ground at once.

Ophelia let out a small groan, covering her reddened face with her hands.

“My heart is beating so fast that I feel like I’m about to explode.”

The white nape of her neck, which was revealed as she lowered her head, was dyed as red as her hair.

‘If I take a bite, it will be so sweet that it will melt my tongue.’

The next moment, Ophelia’s shoulders bounced up and trembled.

She could feel the warm breath on the nape of her neck and the touch of terribly dry lips.

Richard lowered his lips several times on the long, frozen neck akin to a stiffened deer, and soon smiled.

“A little more and your heart will really burst.”

Ophelia really wanted to find a mouse hole to hide in.

“Ahh, you heard that. You heard it. Ugh, really.”

She twisted her body to get away from him, but his firm arms didn’t budge.

On the contrary, an extremely satisfied smile spread on Richard’s lips as he pulled Ophelia into his arms a little more.

His heart was not too different from hers.

His pounding heart was going too fast.

‘Not bad.’

No, it was good

Because he was becoming like her.

She came to him, who was empty and where only the desolate wind raged around.

She nestled in his chest, filling the great empty pit with warmth.

Putting laughter in.

Stuffing him.

Pouring water on his withered heart, shaking it to her heart’s content.

It gave meaning to his life.

Richard closed his eyes and deeply inhaled Ophelia’s scent.

Every time he heard her heartbeat pounding like it was running…

‘Yes, yes.’

Being alive was like this.

‘Because you exist, I exist.’

‘I can’t live if I lose you.’

‘Ophelia.’

“Richard.”

At the call of Ophelia, who still had a slight tremor, Richard’s eyelids opened slowly, revealing golden eyes.

And just in time, the man’s eyes met Richard’s head-on, and his eyes widened.

He hadn’t realized it until now.

Gold. Golden eyes.

Soon after, Richard released the strength in the arms that surrounded Ophelia and moved like a predator approaching its target without a sign.

And in the blink of an eye.

“Kuuk!”

The man’s missing chin and thumb returned to their proper places.

This time, even though Ophelia was watching with her eyes focused, she couldn’t see what Richard had done.

Even though she also boasted agility and dynamic eyesight that could never be called ordinary.

“I can’t follow it.”

To Ophelia, who let out a light sigh, Richard asked softly, as if taking candy out of his pocket.

“Shall I show you again?”

At the same time, he grabbed the man’s thumb again, and the man realized that what he had just heard was not an auditory hallucination, and his face turned black.

Fortunately for the man, Ophelia shook her head in agitation.

“It’s all right. I didn’t want to see it that desperately. Rather, come here.”

She beckoned Richard and wiped his hand with the handkerchief she took from her pocket.

After carefully wiping the protruding knuckles, she tapped his rough palm with a proud expression.

“It’s all done.”

Richard, who was staring blankly at her rounded forehead, didn’t hold back and kissed it right away.

At that brief kiss, Ophelia’s eyes widened like a rabbit’s, then dropped the handkerchief on the floor with a big smile.

Anyway, it was dirty, so she couldn’t use it any more.

Like the crumpled handkerchief that had been thrown away on the floor, the man whose chin and thumb had returned to their proper places only stared in bewilderment.

And Richard and Ophelia didn’t say anything either.

They just gazed at each other.

How long did the three stay like that?

Eventually, the man stuttered out.

“Go… Golden eyes?”

It was clear what the hoarse voice was pointing to.

Golden eyes.

Over the course of their lives, those who had never even seen those who inherited the blood of the imperial family, let alone the emperor, far outnumbered those who could.

This man, of course, belonged to those who could not see.

But even so, there was a fact that the empire, no, the people of the entire continent knew.

Only the Bolsheik has both vivid red hair and blue eyes, and only the blood of the current imperial family has golden eyes.

Unable to take his eyes off Richard, the man was filled with emotion—it was unknown whether it was shock or awe— and suddenly clenched his fists.

His eyes were shining brightly.

“No one can break my faith in God!”

Being the crown prince meant nothing to the man.

It wouldn’t matter if the emperor came instead of the crown prince.

Because God was with him.

The man cried out solemnly.

“I am not alone!”

Ophelia openly clicked her tongue as she listened to him, and Richard nodded once.

“I guess so.”

The man roared, spattering his spittle, setting a blood clot in his throat.

“I am with God!”

Richard obediently agreed with his usual nonchalant face.

“Right.”

The man said again as loudly as he could.

“I am!”

“Yes, you.”

And at Richard’s calm affirmation that followed, the man couldn’t say anything and only blinked his strained eyes.

The man’s mouth widened and his eyes bulged up, but he didn’t know what else to say.

Had he been subjected to severe torture, his faith would have remained strong.

Well, wasn’t it said that the more you knocked on it, the stronger it would get?

The more persecuted he was, the more sincere his faith would be.

In fact, when he was first brought here, when his back was stepped on and his leg bones were shattered, the man’s heart burned even more.

With fanaticism towards God.

Ame: Geniuses have a strange way of thinking… Richard is strange… hahahaha

Dea: I feel like only Ophelia can understand him…and even she struggles sometimes haha