I thought that if I kept standing here, I would get frostbite, so I looked back on Ferzenâs memory that was being assimilated and took a step back to the office I was originally planning to go.
âThis is miserable.â
The table in the office was shabby.
The room reeked of mold.
I looked at the paper on the table, no it was not even paper it was just a parchment.
First of all, warming up my body was a priority, so I walked up to the elegant hearth that didnât fit in with the shabby interior of the room and put firewood inside to kindle it.
Then, sitting on a chair I looked at the blazing hearth, trying to distract myself from this freezing cold.
âWhat should I do now?â
âSigh⊠â
Quietly muttering to myself, I frowned.
As Ferzenâs voice came out so naturally, I started to feel a sense of dissonance.
Since 24 yearsâ worth of memories were assimilated, I guess it was only natural to feel this disconnected from a modern personâs point of view.
But this isnât the point now, so I comfortably leaned back on the chair and closed my eyes.
Struggling to Survive Together, the novel entered Hiatus with 57 published chapters.
The defeated protagonist with the help of Euphemia the Heroine escaped this territory.
It was unfortunate that all of this happened at the point when the milk was already spilled, instead of the beginning of the novel, but if you look at it from a different perspective, the ending is not set in stone.
Although the Main Character may have a desire to get back at Ferzen for what heâs done, thereâs no guarantee that his revenge would be successful.
This may be a fictional world, but now itâs my reality.
It wouldnât be impossible to kill the protagonist.
If it comes to this, I donât think there will be a scenario where the protagonistâs plot armor would save him now.
âor notâŠâ
There is also the possibility of making it seem as if Euphemia is dead or I can just set her free.
Chomp!
âUgh!â
I wiped the blood dripping from my lip trying to ignore the pain when I bit it just at the mere thought of letting Euphemia free.
And without a doubt, Euphemia is too attached to this territory to accept this possibility.
I then started to break down the issue I just considered.
In the process, Ferzenâs intense possessiveness and Obsession towards Euphemia, his sexual desires, and his affection for her bombarded my mind, as I held my head trying to ignore the intense vertigo that accompanied these feelings.
âWhat the hell⊠â
While Ignoring the intense headache, I tried to look at the status window again, wondering if I might be able to read the Ernes language perfectly now.
ăTalentsă
Ù Corpse Affinity
Ù Corpse Comprehension
Ù Mastery in Calligraphy
Ù Aesthetic Appearance
ăTraitsă
Ù Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Ù Obstinate
Ù Lone Wolf
ăSpecial abilitiesă
Ù???
Ù Digitization
A corpse.
A word that refers to the dead body of a person.
I wondered why I had a talent for increasing my affinity and understanding of such corpses, but then I remembered that Ferzen is a Euclid-class warlock.
âYour personality is a bitch⊠â
Obsessive-compulsive disorder, obstinacy, and crazy fixation with noble manners.
None of them are good qualities.
In particular, regarding this Obsessive-compulsive disorder, I tried to look for more details from the system regarding his traits, but no detailed explanation was given.
ââŠâŠ â
Obsessive-compulsive disorder, or to put it simply, OCD is a mental disorder that always tries to correct certain things in order to relieve certain anxieties or annoyances.
A typical example of OCD is having a cleaning compulsion.
The trigger for the compulsion may vary from person to person, so I need to figure out what Ferzenâs compulsion is.
Just looking at Ferzenâs personality and obsessions it seemed certain that his compulsion would not be anything good.
âIn the novel, Ferzenâs character is not described in detail, so I canât infer much from what I have readâ.
So, as I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth, I waited until Ferzenâs memories and his personality were completed assimilated.
After some time, convinced that I had completely absorbed Ferzenâs ego, Iâve naturally learned what triggers his compulsion.
âPossessiveness and Symmetry.â
Until he gets what he wants, this will always haunt him, giving him anxiety and stress
The Moment he feels something is not symmetric, or if he thinks itâs not perfectly balanced, he wonât stay put.
ââŠâŠ â
I donât need to say how severe his compulsion is when he developed talents like calligraphy or personality traits geared toward noble manners due to his obsession related to symmetry and perfection.
Creak
âCrazy Bastardâ
I was mesmerized by Ferzenâs obsessions, and when I came to my senses, I was trying to correct everything in the office that was out of symmetry, such as placing the table the way I saw fit.
Now I understand why it was recorded as âObsessive-Compulsive Disorderâ rather than âPerfectionistâ.
This was beyond serious.
âIâm still at it.â
I donât know how many times I kept messing with the table left and right so that I could see each and every discrepancy.
âIs this an optical illusion caused by Ferzenâs severe compulsion?â
If I put the table by the window, it would be perfectly balanced, so this would stop bothering me.
When I thought of doing that, numbers appeared in my vision.
R: 2.3°
1.4°
âAre these angles? â
Come to think of it, there was a thing called â°Digitizationâ± in his special abilities.
I think itâs probably this, and when I moved the table a little so that both the left and right angles were 0°, the annoying feeling completely disappeared.
ââŠâŠ â
To be honest, initially I thought if he had this kind of OCD, it should have been enough to categorize it as âPerfectionistâ in his characteristic âTraits.â However, when I turned around and looked at the rest of the office room, I involuntarily cursed.
âThis fuckingâŠâ
It was a vulgar word that did not fit Ferzenâs etiquette, but this office room, viewed from Ferzenâs perspective, was completely anti-symmetrical, so much so that it was driving me crazy.
Therefore, I felt extremely annoyed, but with the help of my [Digitization] ability, I put all the objects in the office in perfect balance, and I sat on a chair completely drained of my energy.
âThrough this⊠⊠â
I then realized that letting Euphemia go wouldnât be possible.
Ferzenâs obsession mixed with his affection for her will make him keep her by his side even if she is a corpse.
Warlocks have the ability to keep a corpse from decomposing and can control such corpses at will.
I had no choice but to assess my options because this damn obsession with Euphemia was enough to make me, someone who has pure vanilla tastes, think of necrophilia.
The best option now is to find and kill the main character, Ciel Midford, before he develops his strength, but exploring the northern province in the winter is not a good idea with the forces at my disposal at the moment.
There is also the possibility of the main character freezing to death unable to weather the harsh winter, but thatâs highly unlikely.
I remembered the end of those cheap villains who believed the protagonist died when he fell off some random cliff.
But the problem is that I canât find the main character right away just because I wanted to.
Then naturally, there is only one stance I can take now besides the elimination method, which is to not lose my sense of purpose.
The novel stopped at the 57th chapter, and since the meeting between Euphemia and the Main character occurred in chapter 32, the amount of bonding between the two was only 25 chapters.
Therefore, the main characterâs feelings for Euphemia were derived from the help and care he received from her
Itâs not as if thereâs no love between them, but since the main character has been aware of the difference of status between them from the beginning, those feelings are barely expanded until chapter 52
On the other hand, from Euphemiaâs pov in the novel, the narrative is described as her having âfavorable feelingsâ for the main character, but Ferzen intervened before these feelings could develop further.
In summary, if Euphemia falls in love with me, as a result, the Protagonist would lose much of his motivation for revenge.
He is like a hero who rushes to the Demon Kingâs castle to save the kidnapped Princess, but what if the Princess truly falls in love with the Demon King? Can he still cut him down?
Even if that Demon King hasnât done anything wrong other than kidnapping the Princess?
This plan may work, but can Euphemia love the man who raped her and forced her to marry him?
Stockholm Syndrome, a phenomenon in which the hostage develops feelings of affection for the one who kidnapped her is a real thing, but if we share the same room, I would be worried whether I will get stabbed in the back by Euphemia.
ââŠâŠ â
I blankly raised my head, staring at the dark ceiling while considering my options.
If plan A doesnât work then Plan B must be achieved, and if plan B goes wrong, then I must succeed in executing Plan A.
I donât think thereâs anything to think about anymore, and I surrendered to my drowsiness while enjoying the warmth of the hearth.
* * * * *
âOoh⊠⊠â
Even though I fell asleep with my coat on, I had no choice but to open my eyes to the chilling cold because the fire in the hearth was extinguished.
I looked at the clock and it was 6:20 am.
As I exhaled, I could see my breath.
âThe worst province in the North where no woman wished to be married off to truly lives up to its infamy.â
The Lord of Louerg, even if you managed to marry a daughter from a decent upper-class family, itâs not really a good place to settle down.
âEnough.â
After arranging the chair where he sat and fell asleep, he left the office and went to the room where Euphemia was.
It wasnât necessary to knock on the door, so as soon as I opened the door and entered the room, I saw Euphemia sitting on the bed and looking at the window with a blank gaze.
âEuphemia.â
âDonât call my name with that filthy mouth of yours.â
âI see no reason to grant your request. But if you wish so⊠Iâll call you Mrs.â
Euphemia then bit her lip and turned around to face my gaze.
ââŠâŠ â
Definitely, she is a top beauty.
Green hair, reminiscent of spring, golden eyes that look like stars, plump lips, and a sharp nose.
But, even without all of that, what I liked the most is that her overall proportions are flawless.
The distance between the eyes.
The position of her nose and lips.
The balance achieved by the perfect-sized head.
In particular, the length of her arms and legs would not exactly match the average person, but Euphemia didnât seem imbalanced because of it.
Truly the golden ratio.
If you cover her face and make her stand alongside a mannequin, no one will dare to differentiate both of them.
In fact, when I activated â°Digitizationâ±, my talent didnât detect a single flaw in Euphemia. She was perfect.
âAhâŠâŠ â
When I came to my senses, I grabbed Euphemiaâs two hands, removed the blanket that covered her nakedness, and realized that I was reviewing every corner of her body.
Her face was red with shame, and her eyes were full of contempt.
âExcuse me.â
As soon as I released the hand holding her tight enough to leave marks on her wrist, she immediately slipped her hand into the duvet, pulled out a knife, and tried to stab my heart.
This wouldâve been quite intimidating if she was skilled enough, but I simply dodged the knife and slapped her hand holding the knife.
âAh!â
âIn order to pierce the heart, which is protected by bones and muscles, with your strength, you should have gripped the knife with both hands, or hold the knife with a reverse grip if youâre using only one handâ
Slap!
Perhaps as a sign of resistance, Euphemia slapped my left cheek and looked at me with eyes full of hate.
But rather than be confused or furious at the fact Iâve just been slappedâŠ
Slap!
While we were facing each other, I slapped Euphemiaâs left cheek so we would be symmetrical.
When I thought of my left cheek, which must be red and swollen from her slap, and her left cheek, which was the same, that irritating feeling in my heart vanished.
âAt this point, even if someone called me a psychopath I wouldnât be even able to deny itâ
Seeing Euphemia weeping like a kid, holding her slapped cheek, and lying on the bed, I picked up the clothes scattered around the room and handed them to her.
âGet dressed. Or you will catch a cold.â
ââŠâŠ â
âIf you donât wear it, I will repeat what I did last night.â
When I said those words, Euphemia, whose lips were swollen, suppressed her tears and hastily began to put on her clothes.
âStop.â
âIâm wearing it just like you said⊠!â
âItâs worn the other way around. Itâs not even a dress, but are you confused between the front and back of these clothes that even a poor commoner would wear?â
Unable to realize it, I forcibly took off her clothes and put them on carefully, as if I was dealing with a three-year-old child.
ââŠâŠ â
Euphemia, half held in my arms, was in a state of surrendering herself with her head bowed with a feeling of desperation.
However, after putting everything on, and seeing that there wasnât anything inappropriate, I stretched out my hands again and straightened her outfit.
Perhaps because of the influence of my talents, her clothes were devoid of any wrinkles as if they were straightened using an iron.
âCrazy Bastard⊠â
And although Euphemia was cursing in a low voice, because of the difference in my behavior towards her, I didnât feel the need to respond because I knew better than anyone that those words were not wrong.
Itâs just like the case when someone says 1+1 = 2, there will never be a person who will deny it.