The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 152

The first time I went to the temple with Dylan, I remembered it vividly as a child.

The sensation I felt when I went to the temple was shame.

I had imagined a place that was modest and humble, but contrary to what I had imagined, there were a lot of people dressed in glamorous clothes .

I suddenly looked back at my shabby outfit.

My hair is shaggy, my clothes are ragged.

“Is this kid your servant, young master Dylan?”

When the priest mistakenly asked, I really wanted to hide in a mouse hole.

I didn’t want anyone to see me.

To the extent that I can’t blame the priest who mistook me for a servant.

Dylan was angry with such a priest, but he was neither grateful nor impressed.

Fortunately, Dylan and I were the only ones entering the prayer room.

I was relieved that no one couldn’t see my outfit other than Dylan.

On the other hand, I was also embarrassed to be seen like this, even by him.

For a moment, I wondered if Eve and Adam felt like this when they realized they were naked.

“Why are you playing with me?”

Suddenly, I wondered why Dylan and I got along like this.

My self-esteem, which had been shattered by being ignored for a year, made me wonder. Why is this kid playing with me…

“Why can’t I be with you?”

“… Huh?”

“Why are you saying that all of a sudden?”

When Dylan asked, seemingly hurt, I panicked.

“No, that’s… I am a bit like this.”

“Really?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know that?”

I wasn’t sure if I was being prejudiced or just being stupid…

“Let’s pray.”

What the hell am I saying to the little kid?

I felt like a child after I got used to this small body for a year in Rosie’s body.

Or maybe it’s because I’ve experienced the feeling of helplessness like a child.

“Please don’t let my mother get sick… Please heal her…”

Dylan prayed hard by my side.

He and I had one thing in common: our moms were sick, and maybe that’s why we bonded.

My Korean mother raised me hard by herself.

She worked hard day and night to provide for her daughter.

Thanks to that, I was able to attend an academy despite my poor circumstances, and when I grew up, she sent me to college.

The mother I remember was always exhausted from work.

As a result, by the time I graduated from university, she had fallen ill.

I quickly applied for a leave of absence and took care of her, but her condition didn’t improve.

From then on, nursing a sick mother became a daily routine.

When I saw someone seriously ill or sick, I would think of my mother.

“Please make my mother healthy…”

“Do you say your prayers out loud?”

“Well, if I say it in my heart, it’s the same as everyone else. If I say it out loud, God will hear me better.”

I thought it was a childish idea, but Dylan stopped praying and said something unexpected.

“Actually, I don’t believe in God.”

“Then why are you praying?”

“My mother believes in God. My mother asked me to pray for her.”

Dylan returned to prayer.

Looking at him, I also put my hands together and prayed.

I want to go home.

I miss my mom.

… I want to go back and apologize to my juniors.

And then, like a miracle, I heard a longing voice.

<Senior?>

I immediately raised my head.

“Huh?”

<Senior, right?>

Why is this voice…

“What’s the matter?”

“Dylan, what did you just hear?”

“The birds outside?”

“No…”

Did I hear it wrong?

At that time, I didn’t notice a small miracle.
When I was about to go back after praying, the sun was already setting.

“Will you come to pray with me next time?”

Dylan asked excitedly, as if being with me wasn’t a bad thing.

“Yes. Let’s come together.”

We both promised to meet tomorrow and parted.

But Dylan never came to see me again.

 

*****

 

The day I parted with Dylan, I checked the mirror.

I was concerned about the bushy bangs that I had usually left alone.

I looked in the mirror and flipped my hair back and forth.

“Rosie, why?”

Perhaps because I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to do, I caught Celine’s attention as I was wrinkling my face in front of the mirror.

“No, just… What I could do with my hair…”

“My dear, I know you don’t usually care about your appearance, but have you met any boys you like?”

“What…?”

“Is that right?”

What are you talking about?

If I like a child like that, then I am not a person.

“No, I don’t.”

“Really?”

She doesn’t seem to believe me, but she lets it slide.

I’m just embarrassed to be the dirty little slob next to him.

Celine gently brushed my hair and trimmed the messy hair.

I was amazed when my shaggy hair was trimmed and I checked the mirror.

I hadn’t thought of Rosie’s appearance as anything more than bad, but now that she was cleaned up, she was actually quite pretty.

“Who does my daughter look like to be this pretty?”

Celine looked at me happily.

After that, I found the cleanest clothes I had, and Celine actively decorated me with what she had.

It was the first time that it was not awkward to be with Celine after possessing this body.

After that night, I dressed up as much as I could and waited for Dylan.
Hoping to be able to show Dylan a creepy side like a child.

While waiting for him, I ran into the village children who had been bothering me a few times.

But strangely, the children didn’t hit me, they just stared blankly at me.

One boy, the leader of the group, blushed when he saw me and suddenly ran away.

I was puzzled, but I didn’t really want to know why.

I waited a long time.

But Dylan didn’t come.

The sun sets and the sunset shines until it becomes night.

Another day passed, and another day passed.

Why didn’t he come?

“Hey.”

As I waited for Dylan today as always, Aaron, the boy who was the leader of the children who bullied me, came up to me with a red-tinted face.

Then he throws something.

“You can’t eat this, can you, because you’re poor?”

Another bully again?

“Either you eat it or you don’t.”

“……?”

What Aaron threw away was chocolate.

When I lived in Korea, I ate a lot of chocolate, but after I left here, it was expensive, so I never looked at that chocolate.

Without hesitation, I threw the chocolate Aaron had thrown in the trash.

He must have done something strange with the food.

I’ve been through this before, and it was foolish to eat it.

When I got home, somehow Celine had come back earlier than usual.

“Are you here, Rosie? Are you hungry?”

She set a hearty meal in front of me.

It was the first delicious meal I had while possessing this body.

“We can’t afford to eat like this.”

Instead of answering, Celine brought up a strange story.

“Rosie, don’t you want to live as a noble lady?”

“Why are you asking such a question if we can’t afford it anyway?”

Then Celine laughed like it was nothing.

My daughter, don’t worry about anything.

You have mother.

Celine whispered in my ear.

 

*****

 

“Hey, beggar.”

What.

“Eat it or not.”

“……”

“You’re not going to eat?”

Aaron forced the chocolate into my hand.

“I don’t want to eat it. You eat it.”

“What? Do you know how expensive this is?”

“You can have the expensive one.”

It’s not the first time I’ve had a stomach ache or suffered from eating the strange food Aaron gave me.

I didn’t want to go through that again, even if I was hit here.

“Are you rejecting what I give? You’ve never had anything like this because you’re poor!”

“Don’t make me say the same thing over and over again, do you want to eat it?”

“You don’t even know how grateful you should for this…!”

Aaron couldn’t take it any longer and immediately grabbed my hair.

Then yes.

He’ll hit it a few times and end it quietly.

I was getting frustrated, but instead of hitting me, Aaron said some nasty things.

“Things that you can barely eat even if you have to sell your house…!”

I stretched out pretending not to hear. This stuff is routine.

“I heard your mom works at the bar.”

“…….”

“My mother says no woman should work in a place like that, because…”

Aaron smiled viciously and whispered in my ear.

Those words were so dirty and ugly that I couldn’t bear to hear them.

I can’t believe it came out of a little boy’s mouth.

Perhaps it was not so much a thought in the boy’s mind, but rather the evaluation his parents had made about Celine.

So I couldn’t stand it any longer.

I pushed the boy as hard as I could.

“You really…!”

“Then your mother must have been very good to raise such an ugly thing as you.”

“Wh-what?”

“It is funny to see someone who work so hard to survive?”

It’s a life where you struggle to survive.

“Or maybe your parents are just as ugly as you. You don’t know anything because you have never been in that position and you have no right to judge another person’s life.”

“Have you finished talking now?”

“No, I didn’t. You, who live comfortably thanks to your wealthy parents, and all you know is to bring down and bully someone who works so hard.”

For the first time that day, I poured out all the words I’d been holding back on Aaron.

It was pretty useless.

Is there any meaning in words that an immature boy will never understand?

And that night, things went wrong.