I Decided to Kidnap the Male Lead

CH. 14: Another Regressor (IV)

Does he not look like a living, breathing human being, but like a statue that has been standing alone and weathering in that place for hundreds of years?

Even the emotionally castrated assassins looking at Richard were slowly being engulfed by the unexplained reluctance and the hidden fear that flowed beneath them.

Around the time Richard encounters the assassins.

Quite a distance from where he was, Ophelia was running to death.

She was running out of breath and the soles of her feet were on fire, but she didn't stop.

Because she had to find Richard in this vast forest.

"Behind."

With that word alone, Ophelia understood.

She didn't know why he suddenly wanted her to look for the person behind the assassination, but if she finds that person, it would mean that this infinite regression would stop.

In order to do that, they had to know how he would die, so she must find the person behind it... or do something.

"Ugh, haeuk!"

Feeling like she was going to throw up her guts, Ophelia put her hand on a tree near her at once and vomited several times.

A few stammering words slipped through the gaping lips with a rough breath.

"Uh... Where you're going to go... didn't... tell me... you should've told me!"

Ophelia chased after Richard until the soles of her feet were sweating, but there was no way she could pursue him, who disappeared in an instant even when she was looking at him with her own eyes.

She took a deep breath.

With both hands, she held her hair, which she had tied up in a ponytail, and tightened it as hard as she could. Thereafter, she immediately kicked off the ground.

Here and there, she wandered in search of Richard, and encountered several groups of people along the way.

But they, too, were panting and concentrating on their 'other prey'. Ophelia, exhausted yet holding her breath, melted into the shadows, so they could not find her.

She passed a few rabbits and deers, even encountering a leopard. But she managed to escape from the spot thanks to the rushing knights, then she stopped again.

As Ophelia's strength seeped out and her legs were forced to bend, she looked at where the leopard had passed.

"I almost died."

She almost died without even seeing the ends of Richard's hair.

"Ugh."

When Ophelia saw the scratch on the tree she had been resting her hand against, she backed away in horror.

"I think the leopard scratched it with its claws..."

Ophelia paused as she inwardly thanked the unknown group of knights who unexpectedly saved her from the threat of the leopard.

However, her face darkened, a frown forming, as she re-examined the scratch on the tree.

"It's a bear."

Ophelia couldn't even gasp or yell in fright. She covered her mouth with her hands and started running.

She had to get out of this area quickly.

If it's a leopard, it might flee after hearing the knights' weapons, but a bear... The men who were participating in this hunting competition had said that the bear was particularly ferocious.