Enya served as Kane’s personal maid and simultaneously, the bodyguard assigned by the ducal family to protect him.
She had received elite protective training and maintained a constant state of vigilance.
She could confidently swear that she had no recollection of being poisoned.
Unless, of course, Kane had somehow gotten his hands on some kind of colorless, tasteless, undetectable poison that even she couldn’t perceive.
But as far as Enya knew, Kane didn’t have access to anything like that.
Up until now, every move Kane had made had always been under her watchful control.
Which is exactly why Enya now realized—
Kane was hiding something from her.
Something big.
“Young Master~ Look at me, I can’t even move after what you did to me… Just tell me, pretty please~? Otherwise, Enya’s gonna be so heartbroken she won’t be able to serve you properly anymore…”
She twisted her delicate body, rubbing against the sheets, eyes gleaming with pitiful appeal.
Kane stared at her in silence for two seconds, then slowly lifted his chin in smug satisfaction, the corners of his lips twitching up into a confident smile.
“Exposed mucous membranes on the human body aren’t limited to the lips.”
“…?”
Enya’s smile froze in an instant.
The clever girl immediately understood exactly what part he was referring to.
No wonder it had felt… different… toward the end.
She had even thought Kane was perhaps… underperforming.
She was already planning to prepare some strengthening tonics for him starting tomorrow.
“So that’s what it was… Young Master, you actually chose that sacred moment to poison me, I… I can’t believe…”
Enya lowered her gaze, her teeth sinking into her lips.
Her shoulders trembled, her whole body subtly shaking.
It was clear the girl had taken a serious hit.
After all, that was the most sacred and solemn act for two people in love—a moment to affirm their deepest feelings.
To have that defiled like this… anyone, not just a yandere, would struggle to accept it.
Still, if this incident could serve as a hard-earned lesson for her, Kane didn’t mind repeating the experiment a few more times.
But clearly, Kane had underestimated the depth of a yandere’s madness.
“Young Master, you’re incredible… To think you’d poison me there… This just proves how much you love me~!”
“…???”
When I type a question mark, it’s not me who’s confused—it’s you.
“How did you reach that conclusion?” he asked, baffled.
“I’m the first one you ever used this method on, aren’t I?” Enya asked with a hint of proud delight.
“…Yeah…”
“Then that proves it. You used it on me, and no one else. Isn’t that the clearest sign that I’m the one you love most? Ahh~ I can’t take it, Young Master, just go ahead and refine me into the Ten Thousand Demon Banner already—I seriously can’t hold myself back anymore!”
She giggled dreamily, her cheeks flushed red, her chest rising and falling rapidly, growing more aroused with each word.
The pristine bedsheets beneath her legs were already so rumpled from her constant squirming, they would need to be changed again.
Her limbs slackened as she collapsed into the mattress, propping herself up weakly with her elbows as she gasped:
“Please, Young Master… just be merciful and refine me already… Or if you’d rather, let me refine you… Enya’s begging you~.”
Her voice was syrupy and languid, eyes glazed with moisture.
By all appearances, Kane had successfully turned the tables and taken control of the yandere.
But at this moment, the oppressive pressure bearing down on him was no less than what he had endured when locked up earlier.
No, if anything, it was even worse now.
This was absurd. Who exactly was controlling who anymore…?
Kane’s heart grew heavier, but all he could do was maintain a facade of calm as he forced out a cold laugh:
“Don’t worry. Sooner or later, I’ll refine you into the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.”
“Well, you better hurry then~” she teased, winking at him. Her dainty hand curled near her lips as she licked them and purred, “Because if you wait too long, I might just devour my master and refine you instead~.”
“……”
Kane started to panic.
That didn’t sound like a joke. It sounded more like a declaration of war.
Now that everything had been laid bare between them, once Enya regained her freedom, Kane knew what awaited him: a yandere’s full-throttle devotion.
And this time, it wouldn’t be the gentle version from the last playthrough.
The image that popped into his mind made Kane’s face go pale. His heart skipped a beat.
“If you think you can, then go ahead and try.”
If he stayed a moment longer, he risked his nervousness completely giving him away.
In truth, it probably already had.
But Enya didn’t seem to mind.
With a feigned look of cold indifference, Kane turned away, locked the cell behind him, and walked off.
You could clearly hear his footsteps—clack clack clack—quickening as they echoed away, gradually blending into the sound of raindrops striking the iron window grilles.
Together, they formed a slow, wet rhythm, like a wedding march for two lunatics. Enya melted into the sound.
“Young Master really is too much… If you love Enya this much, you should just admit it and commit already~”
“But then again… it’s that fake stoicism of yours… that tough, grown-up act… that makes you so alluring.”
“You’re just… perfect.”
“Just like always.”
Enya recalled their first meeting in a dark alley.
Back then, she hadn’t fallen for him yet but she had seen it.
That potential inside Kane.
A possessive, twisted desire… just like her own.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t realized it yet.
“If only… If only I could nurture that love of his to become even more intense… But alas, there’s no time left.”
If Kane really were willing to refine her into the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, Enya would have been more than willing—ten thousand times over.
As she’d said, that way, she could fuse with him forever.
But clearly, he’d just said that to pacify her.
Which meant… it was up to her now.
Enya sighed regretfully, then reached into her blouse, fishing out a communication talisman from between her breasts.
“Young Master is still too young… If it were me, I’d only cover him with a towel—embroidered with both of our names.”
“But I guess… that’ll never happen now.”
She sighed again and activated the talisman.
She needed to contact Ilena and have her bring the Ten Thousand Demon Banner immediately.
No more boiling frogs slowly.
It was time to go full force.
“Don’t worry, Young Master. As compensation, once I’m refined into the banner, I’ll love you twice as much—double the affection, double the care.”
Enya smiled with anticipation, waiting for the talisman to connect.
—Ding-ling-ling!
At that moment, a soft ringing echoed from a nearby corner, not far from the cell.
Enya looked toward the sound and froze.
“…That’s Nana’s talisman. Why is it there? Was she just here…?”
But if she had been, why didn’t she step in?
That wasn’t like her at all…
—Boom!
Suddenly, a deafening crack of thunder split the sky.
The once-diminishing rain picked up again, and along with it came an ominous chorus of squeaking rats—squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak…
A creeping sense of unease swept over her.
Why did it feel like something terrible was about to happen…?
“…Young Master…”
Enya whispered his name softly, but her voice was swallowed by the ever-intensifying downpour.
Time passed—how long, no one knew.
And on the soaked bed, only a pair of unlocked handcuffs remained.