I Lost the Leash of the Yandere Male Lead

“Alastair, it’s me. I’m coming in.”

I opened his door that neighbored mine. The room, which was calmly arranged, came into my view. His place with tables, chairs, bookshelves, and bedding, was simple. Alastair was lying on the bed.

I realized that he was sleeping when I came in, and he didn’t move.

Alastair was exhausted; he bounced between the hallucination room every few days and being locked up in the dungeon for making some mistake.

I closed the door as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t disturb him. Then in a moment the room became dim. His room was always dark because Alastair kept his curtains closed.

Only a light that leaked through the edge of the curtain lit up the dim room.

I spied Alastair’s bandaged wrist.

I approached him as close as I could while still erasing my presence. I paused, making sure he didn’t wake up.

It was an empty room, so even tip-toeing rang loudly.

I braced myself and sat on the bed, tucking the quilt up to his neck and reaching for the loosened bandage.

“······Serina”

Alastair’s closed eyes slowly opened. His eyebrows trembled with fatigue.

“Did you wake up? You can sleep more.”

But he shook his head as if he had no intention of sleeping anymore. He slowly stirred up in bed, smiling faintly at me.

I untied his bandage and applied some medicine. The wound vastly improved.

“Alastair, your day is fixed.”

“When is it?”

“In a few days. I hope the wound will heal before then.”

Alastair was silent. I stopped talking when I saw his twisted face. Instead, I focused on wrapping his bandage, and Azester watched me like that.

I lifted my eyes.

I made eye contact.

Suddenly, I remembered that I had not clearly informed Alastair of his father’s death. There is not much time left for us to be together. I had to enlighten him as soon as possible.

What did Serina in the original work do in this situation?

It was when I was at a loss for words.

-Knock

“Prince, this is Marina. May I come in?”

“Come in,” I answered on behalf of a silent Alastair.

At my permission, Marina opened the door and gave us both a slight curtsy.

“What’s going on?” Marina is a maid under Duke Melford’s direct command.

The fact that she came to Alastair’s room meant that the Duke had something to do with him.

I have a bad feeling about this.

“The Duke is calling the Young Master.”

“Why?”

“How can I know?” She said, “If you’re curious, go check it yourself.”

The Alastair wordlessly left his bed. He was familiar with this sickening situation.

Marina left the room with Alastair and I following suit.

The closer we got to our destination, the more anxious I became.

Going this way took you to a damp, fishy cellar. The basement was covered with various tools for torture. I ignored the tools spotted over the fence, and I turned to Alastair.

He was looking away with an emotionless face. Then he smiled at me and held my hand.

He gave a reassuring grip trying to convey heat to my cold hands.

Finally, Marina’s steps stopped in front of the Duke Melford in front of the Hall of Hallucination. “What a surprise. Seri’s here with you.”

I stole my hand away. I wanted to feel more warmth.

Are you thinking of mentally torturing him again?

The Duke of Melford laughed silently.

“It’s not yet been a week, Mother.”

“Alastair leaves soon.”

The Duke was quietly preparing herself. I noticed, for the first time, a shelf where all kinds of torture equipment were displayed.

She picked up a candle I knew instinctively as soon as I saw the candle.

It was something different from the scented candles used to drug and brainwash.

It looked rough and violet, like a huge, thick decaying raisin.

The Duke of Melford lit a candle. There was a familiar and sweet smell.

But there was a mixture of unusual, mysterious smells.

“……Mother, am I smelling something weird? Or is this my misunderstanding?”

“I’ve increased the ratio of amalion and added a little bit of this and that.”

Amalion…..????

After a moment’s reflection on the unfamiliar name, I realized that it was the primary drug that went into these evil candles.

My face hardened. Raising the Amalion’s rate was a death sentence.

You wouldn’t want to kill the Duke’s heir. What the hell are you up to?

“It’s driving me crazy.”

My vision was already confused. Unlike me, Alastair, who was familiar with the scents, was fine, but not me.

I had no immunity. In other words, it was impossible to hold out here for a long time.

“Marina, tie up Alastair.”

“Yes, Duke,” Marina’s hand held a harness and chain with a mana suppressor. And that brutal chain? Is that how they want to tie him up?

If you tie someone with that they were sure to get bruises and cuts all over.

This is not the way this usually preceded. Alarms were going off. Something was going to go wrong; I knew it in the hollow of my bones.

“Serina, are you going to watch from there?”

She made it sound like she was inviting me to a celebration, but the Duke was sincere. If you want to see it, you should watch it. By some miracle, I was able to feign calmness.

If I didn’t force myself to act composed, my reason would have run away.

“Mom, can you explain to me what you’re trying to do?”

“Of course. As you know, there’s not much time left for Alastair.”

“‘Yes, we have about four days left.”

“So, we need to take a shortcut.”

“Do we need to?”

“What do you mean?”

“Aren’t we wasting time training a dog that already follows their owners?’

Here the dog meant Alastair.

I amused Duke Melford by referencing her favorite title for him, “dog”.

“As mother knows, Alastair has a strong mentality that doesn’t work well with brainwashing. I’m sure it’s the same with that candle. We don’t have much time, just like you said.”

The Duke Melford was quiet.

“He’s already a well-disciplined hound. Does a good-natured hound need more education?” So don’t hurt him any more. Whether or not she knew my eagerness, the Duke of Melford stared at me with red eyes.

I was worried that my desperation might be reflected in that penetrating eye.

“Even if the dog leaves me, I can handle it.”

“Really?”

“We shouldn’t waste mother’s precious time.”

She seemed to be pondering over what to do after hearing what I said.

I waited silently until she came to a conclusion.

“As you said, I don’t have to waste my precious time. You say you can tame the dog well.”

It was a moment of cheers. But I could never cheer.

Was this moment a joke?

I could hear someone laughing at me, and an angel was turning into a devil, deceiving me.

“So, prove it.”

“What ····?”

“You can handle your dog well –Even if you don’t take it as a concubine this is more effective.”

Was it the effect of the candles? There seemed to be a continuum of words.