I Decided to Kidnap the Male Lead

CH.11: Another Regressor (I)

With her head, Ophelia pressed down onto the pillow.

"It's an arrow! No, it can be a trap between the trees, one that can make the neck fly away? And if not, the horse?"

The shoulders of Ophelia, who tapped the pillow and pointed out each of the ways a person could die in a hunting competition, soon drooped.

This and that, even if she pondered on her own, it was impossible to know unless she had experienced it, so ultimately, she would have to go through a regression.

If it's Richard, no matter what danger comes, he would break through with ease...

"You have to experience how foolish it is to hope for an end in a place where there is no end in sight."

His terribly dry voice and empty eyes that contained nothing.

Although Ophelia grabbed him by the collar and said they should survive together, she couldn't help but to yell and urge him.

—If only you moved, the infinite regression would end!

"It's not over... it's not over."

There would only be one infinite regression taking place at each time.

She gripped her head and moaned.

'I don't want to die.' Painful, terrible, and indelible memories strangled her neck and clenched her heart when she slept, making her wake up with a groan.

If not because she continued to die and make infinite returns, Ophelia might have used this possession somehow for the future she wanted.

But a home was just a home.

The fire that was at her feet this instant was a miserable and terribly painful death.

"We're here."

Upon hearing the coachman's voice, Ophelia raised her head.

She grabbed the doorknob of the carriage, swallowed her dry saliva, and stepped out into the arena of the hunting competition where her battle would be fought.

On the other hand, unlike the very nervous Ophelia, Richard appeared indifferent and even looked bored.

"Your Highness, today is the day I..."

"Oh, what are you talking about..."

"Among the prey released this time, a huge white deer..."

The stories of those who tried to somehow make themselves stand out in order to catch the crown prince's eyes and at the same time demean others were always the same, as if they were parrots.

In addition, there were young ladies pretending not to care yet glances around for the possibility that Crown Prince Richard would come to receive a handkerchief, even if it was one-thousandth of a chance.

All of this was terribly familiar to Richard, and it was just extremely boring.

His golden eyes gradually became blurred without containing anything, and eventually the sound became distant and he was about to sink into the silence of his own.

"...ness. Your Highness?"

A red wave flickered in the slowly brightening vision.

Richard blinked slowly, and met starry blue eyes.

"Why are you resting here? Are you in pain somewhere? Do you have a stomach ache? There are people who have a stomach ache when they are nervous..."

Ah yes.