I Decided to Kidnap the Male Lead

Fortunately, contrary to concerns, Ophelia was accepted as a member of the village very quickly.

A young woman with nowhere to go. Her whole world was tiring and difficult.

Now was the time to need at least one more person who could hold a blade.

Could there be anyone more perfectly suited to this village?

“Welcome to this village.”

When the prophet spoke, all those who had been silent like ghosts chanted at the same time.

“Welcome.”

Leaving the prophet behind, people flocked to Ophelia’s side as she let out a sigh of true relief.

“I’ll take you to the owner of that necklace.”

“Give me your items. Oh, the bad guys took it all, so there’s no such thing as luggage.”

“I’ll clean up the place you’ll be staying at. I can share two days’ worth of food.”

Ophelia meshed with the village much faster and easier than James.

No matter what anyone said, it was more comfortable with a young woman who seemed to be carrying all of the world’s misfortunes than a tough-looking young man with glasses.

The people took pity on Ophelia and generously gave stories and favors.

All along the way to return the necklace, they gave it to her, but she kept her mouth shut.

They looked like normal people.

Who shared the burden and did favors for the wounded and tired.

However, these people were also the ones who shed blood regardless of gender or age in the name of a mission given by God.

“Because God wanted it!”

Recalling the cry of a man who had tried to kill a five or six-year-old child for being the heir of his family, Ophelia bit her lower lip.

How long had it been since Ophelia walked silently, bowing her head, unable to bear the sight of those who smiled at her?

They stopped in front of a small house and knocked on the door.

“Come out!”

As soon as the call ended, the door opened and a small child, a girl who was about the height of Ophelia’s waist, poked her head out.

“What happened? Is my brother back?”

There was hope in the child’s eyes, but no one could say yes to the girl.

“Take this for now. It’s yours.”

At the glance of the villagers, Ophelia put her necklace on the girl’s neck.

Feeling a cold touch on her neck, the girl quickly touched the necklace.

“This… What my brother got from our mom… he said.”

As the girl kept fixing the necklace, her voice gradually got smaller.

Then she raised her head.

“Brother is…? When will my brother come back?”

Ophelia shook her head, flustered at the question of the girl, who gripped the necklace so tightly that the back of her hand turned white.

But the girl continued to ask. As if pleading for an answer.

“Is he coming back? The necklace came back. Is my brother coming back too?”

No one could open their mouths. And by the time the girl’s voice was teary, and the corners of her eyes were burning red…

One of the villagers said,

“You know. He went on a mission, so he went on to do a great job.”

He didn’t say that he wouldn’t be able to come back, but the girl lowered her head.

Another villager was harsh.

“He went on a mission, didn’t he? Why are you crying!”

At that, the girl whimpered, trying to hold back her tears, and one by one the villagers left, muttering away.

When it was just Ophelia and one other person left.

“Let’s go, I’ll show you around your house.”

Ophelia replied firmly, removing the hand that was pulling her arm.

“Tell me where the house is, and I’ll go there myself.”

The villagers seemed taken aback by her excessively strong attitude, but soon nodded.

“It’s not far from here. Over there, the red-roofed house…”

Eventually, the remaining one also left, leaving only the girl and Ophelia.

After verifying there was no one around, Ophelia stretched out her hand towards the girl.

“Uh…?”

The girl who had silently shed tears blinked in the sudden warm and soft embrace.

Ophelia couldn’t say anything. All she could do was to take the girl in her arms and pat her on the back until the crying died down.

“Thank… Thank you.”

After tucking the swollen-eyed girl’s hair behind her ear, Ophelia entered the house she had been informed of as her place to stay, and took a closer look at the surroundings.

She didn’t even have time to sit down for a second.

“Where is he?”

She had to find James Gryu.

…Ophelia and James Gryu had never met.

No, to be precise, Ophelia had seen him as she approached to hit him in the back of the head.

But James had never met Ophelia or seen her back.

Ophelia, who was not very familiar with society, and James, who was even more unfamiliar with it, could have accidentally passed each other at banquets and tea parties.

But she never thought that he would doubt her.

“Tell him this.”

“What’s this?”

“If you say this, he will know.”

Ophelia rubbed what Richard had given her with her fingertips, and after hiding her presence as much as possible, she left the house.

Stepping on the shadows and avoiding people’s eyes, she wandered here and there aimlessly.

Deep inside the village, just below a steep ridge, Ophelia stopped.

“Back of the head… back of the head.”

It was unfamiliar, but she noticed a man she seemed to have seen somewhere, and she carefully checked the surroundings.

She eventually confirmed that there was no one around her, and after repeating it over and over again, she stepped closer to the back of his head, where she hesitated.

“James?”

At the sudden call from behind, James took a step back and turned his head, looking extremely wary.

Ophelia stared at him, and James frowned when their eyes met.

“Who are you? This is a face I haven’t seen before.”

“Since you’re seeing me for the first time today, of course it’s a face you haven’t seen before. Rather, this…”

James’ eyes widened when he saw what Ophelia pulled out of her pocket.

“You’re the crown prince’s…”

.

Four days to the week that Raisa Neir professed.

After meeting James for the first time, Ophelia visited him every day.

She had been putting the pieces together with him, trying to figure out exactly what was going to happen in the village.

And at that time.

Raisa was leaving the Marquisate of Neir.

She had to move herself because of the words of the tool that conveyed the news of the village.

“He said he couldn’t fulfill the order.”

At the messenger’s words, Raisa immediately ordered again.

“Support him with anything he needs.”

Since erasing the village was the top priority, it didn’t matter how much it cost or which method was used.

But the messenger still hesitated and stayed still.

“What?”

“It’s not something he can’t do.”

“It’s not?”

The messenger laid flat on the floor, very flat. Forcing himself to not faint, he barely uttered,

“He said he wouldn’t do it.”

The messenger closed his eyes tightly in anticipation of all the actions that would follow.

‘If I die, may my breath cease at once. No, I don’t want to die…’

Above the messenger’s head, the most ominous words fell.

“It doesn’t matter since he’s going to die anyway.”

The messenger curled up and shed tears.

When the other messengers before him died one after another, he expected that he would end up in the same situation someday.

That day must be today…

“Great.”

The messenger let out a painful groan as the heel of her shoe pressed against the back of his neck, but he leaned even closer to the floor.

Raisa didn’t even look down at the messenger.

She just smiled, and twisted her lips further while stepping on him, who was gasping for breath.

“I’m going to clean up. Ah.”

Raisa removed her foot from the messenger’s neck.

“You know that bastard’s family, right?”

The words came without context, but the messenger nodded frantically, clutching his voiceless neck to save his life.

“Kill them all. Don’t leave a single dog behind.”

Recalling all that, Raisa swung her hand right away, not bothering to hold back her sudden anger.

“How dare a bug…!”

—Pak!

Someone was hit on the cheek by a sharp ring and was bleeding, but he suppressed his groan and just hunched his back.

Even on the short road from the mansion to the carriage, a suffocating air flowed, as if someone was about to die.

But fortunately, in the midst of misfortune, Raisa waved her hand.

“Clean it up!”

Even seeing someone else’s blood didn’t make her feel better, but there was no time to delay.

Raisa, who climbed into the carriage, struggled to vent her seething rage with nowhere to go.

She couldn’t control herself.

Her mood lasted for a while, then it went insanely bad, and even when it was bad, it suddenly sank cold.

“Useless things.”

She chewed on the inside of her already tattered mouth.

It was such an important thing that she was going to check the progress of the work, but now she had to take the trouble to do it herself.

No, it could be a good thing.

Because the guy was just a tool, she could cut off his head for disobeying her order.

The grotesque smile on Raisa’s lips was only for a moment.

“I have to live.”

Repeating only those words like a broken music box, Raisa opened a small window as the carriage started; unable to bear the twists and turns of things such as frustration, nervousness, fear and anticipation.

Soon after, the Marquisate of Neir which was just as sad as a grave came into view.

Raisa closed the carriage window with a twisted smile.

It must be like a grave. Since…

“It will be my mother’s grave.”

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