The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me

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No way. No way.

An uneasy feeling came up the spine.

"It's different from usual."

"...."

"As the maid said, there must be times when the food I always eat feels different."

Richard calmly put the spoon down and looked at me.

I didn't quite believe what he said.

I was not foolish enough not to notice that he was talking back about the fruit in the food.

I thought it would be ok if I carefully looked at the moment of cooking, but I guess I was wrong.

How did they put it in?

"—Ugh!"

"....!"

Richard, who pretended to be fine, suddenly groaned. I was surprised and opened my eyes wide.

His face was burning red.

Richard's condition didn't look good. He didn't show it, but a cold sweat ran down his face.

"—Are you okay?"

I reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. At that moment, a strong force grabbed my wrist.

His hand, holding my wrist, gained strength.

He has never eaten food with poisonous herbs before—.

According to the original, the poisonous herb did not have an effect immediately from the beginning, but only responded when it accumulated steadily.

—Looking at the condition, it seemed that the fruit that the kitchen maid had secretly put in, and that he had been taking for a long time, is now showing its effects.

'But why now—'

I looked at him.

The pain in the wrist held by him felt like nothing, thinking that my neck might fly away if I did something wrong.

"If you come closer— I don't think you can do that."

He gave a low warning, blinking hard as if his vision was dizzy.

Ironically, he held my hand tight as he told me to move away.

Because of that, I couldn't do this or that, and I had no choice but to sit facing him.