I Decided to Kidnap the Male Lead

CH. 1 The Start of Infinite Regressions (I)

— Imperial Calendar Year 588. April 16th. 8:34 in the morning.

Ophelia Bolsheik, the day after one of her first infinite regression.

"Ha... Haah, ha..."

'I didn't know that thinking and doing were different.'

Taking an adult male, or an unconscious person somewhere, was really not something to be done alone.

Ophelia looked down at her trembling hands and immediately raised her head.

It was not the time to be like this.

He would soon come to his senses. She didn't hit the back of his head that hard.

She held the arm of the person who was one head taller than her, and put it around her shoulder.

She must move him to the bed before he comes to his senses. If he found himself lying on the floor after a hard time...

Ophelia, who shook her head, clenched her teeth. She squeezed out all her strength.

"Oh... my gosh, I'm really... I'm just trying... to live. Please, I hope you're the right answer."

She managed to get to the bed, biting down on the curses.

Breathing heavily, she tossed the figure covered in blood onto the clean bed.

"Ugh... Sigh. I'm dying."

Ophelia paused as she tried to wipe the sweat running down her cheeks. Her hands and clothes were all covered in blood.

She let out a long, very long sigh as she alternated her gaze between her reddish hand and the redder man.

"I hope you are right."

Ophelia kidnapped the crown prince by striking the back of his head after slaughtering all the assassins.

The male protagonist in a fantasy novel that she possessed, whose title she couldn't even remember.

— Imperial Calendar Year 588. April 16th. 10 minutes before the Crown Prince came to his senses. 12:52 p.m.

How much time has passed?

Ophelia was staring piercingly at the crown prince's cheeks.

Contrary to Ophelia's expectations, the prince was unconscious for quite some time.

After having pulled a chair right next to the bed, she had been doing that for almost an hour.

Actually, she had nothing to do, but she was very impatient.

"Should I tie him up too?"

Her gaze quickly ran across the prince's wrists and ankles. Ophelia, who was worried and furrowed her brows, shook her head.

"No. If I tie him up, I can't get out of it. That's a death penalty."

The fact of kidnapping the crown prince would in itself be punishable by death, but Ophelia tried not to think about it as much as possible.

"Because he's human, he'll be able to communicate. Yes. He's an actual person and not a fictional character."

Ophelia was so anxious that a lot of unnecessary self-talk came out, but she didn't even notice.

She has already decided what to say when the prince wakes up. She had spent almost two nights choosing her words, over and over again.

Without realizing it, she swallowed her saliva.

It was already decided, but when she stumbled over it, she felt something else was clumsy and lacking.

'It needs a little... Need a little more refinement...'