I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 76

The allegory is merely an allegory.

“…Why did you save me?”

In the basement of a villa owned by Fiene Almholdt, Sumire and Yura were conFiened to a simple room.

There were two guards.

Judging from their physique and movements, they were definitely not amateurs. From the way their ears were damaged, it was reasonable to assume they knew some kind of jujutsu or grappling technique. Even the way they stood was different from ordinary people, with a center of gravity that was unique.

“Because you’re Akira-sama’s sister…”

Sumire, who had been using all the knowledge she had gained from the internet to observe the two guards, shifted her gaze to Yura, who was sitting in a cross-legged position.

“You do know that we’re not related by blood, right? If you’re a follower of my brother, you should be able to figure that out.”

Though not restrained, they had no weapons or tools—in this situation, acting as hostages was the only option. Even the alarm-equipped watch had been confiscated, so it was essentially “game over.”

“Because… the smell is different… not that I think Akira-sama would lie… but probably, by saying “we’re related by blood,” it means that you’re important to him… that’s what I thought… if you got hurt… Akira-sama wouldn’t like that…”

“Of course. Onii-chan loves me.”

That’s right. Onii-chan loves me. Because he loves me, I can live. If he didn’t love me, I would have no choice but to die. The fact that I’m alive means that Onii-chan loves me.

But then—why doesn’t Onii-chan choose me, no matter how long it’s been?

“If… suppose…”

The one who interrupted Sumire’s contemplation was a beautiful voice coming from in front of her.

Touching her index fingers together and fidgeting, Kinugasa  Yura peered through with beautiful eyes.

“If… if Akira-sama chose you… what would… what would you do…?”

Eh, is this girl trying to have a love-talk in this situation? At the brink of life and death? With me, her love rival?

“What would I do? We’d have a grand ceremony and receive blessings from all over the world, of course. That’s the privilege of being the sister-in-law. We’d have two boys and a girl—three children all resembling onii-chan, but with bits and pieces of my features appearing in them. Every time I see the children’s faces, I’m filled with a sense of conquest.”

“Then… if you’re ‘not chosen’…?”

Me, not chosen by onii-chan?

Just the thought made bitterness dance on my tongue, despair sink into my guts, and pain invade my toes.

“Would you… kill the chosen one…?”

A simple and clear plan of action. That’s probably what Fiene Almholdt desires.

If all the other women in the world disappeared—then the person he loves would surely Fiene.

The logic was clear and even refreshing. “Lunatic” comes from the belief in ancient times that people went mad due to the moon’s magic.

Fiene Almholdt, reminiscent of the moon, was legitimately insane.

On the wall of the room hung Angiolo Bronzino’s “Allegory of Love”… behind the radiant Venus, an old woman clawed at her head in the shadows.

“That woman is mistaken herself for the goddess of love, Venus.”

“Eh?”

“But in reality, she’s just an old woman mad with jealousy. I don’t want to become like that. Even if I killed the woman onii-chan loved, he’d surely come to like another woman. No matter how many I killed, onii-chan wouldn’t love me.”

Drawn by Sumire’s gaze, Yura looked at the painting.

“You can’t love out of jealousy.”

“Then… what will you do…?”

“Die.”

Kiriyama Sumire said with a smile free of sorrow.

“I’ll die gruesomely right before onii-chan’s eyes. Die in a way that he can never forget the existence called ‘me,’ that he etches me in his eyes. That way, I will continue to live inside onii-chan, and he can never forget me until he dies. Then, maybe he will continue to think of me, and maybe for just a moment, he’ll think he loves me. If that happens, it’s a great success, and my death will have been worth it. A world where onii-chan doesn’t think of me is a failure, and it’s much better to be dead. I don’t believe in the afterlife, so I wouldn’t consider a lovers’ suicide. Because I don’t want onii-chan to experience pain. Instead, I want to see how he lives in a world without me. If he grieves for me, that’s enough for me. Just thinking about me is worth my life. I promised long ago to devote Kiriyama Sumire to onii-chan. It’s a promise, so I’ll keep it. If onii-chan doesn’t choose me, I’ll offer myself up and end it. I believe onii-chan will live on even if he receives my love, and if he follows me in death, I’d be truly happy. Because that means he devoted his life to me, right? Such a wonderful and romantic thing is rare. onii-chan is a romantic, so surely, he will respond to my love.”

Kinugasa Yura nodded repeatedly and then smiled.

“Don’t worry… I’ll ‘increase’ Akira-sama… I’m researching for that purpose…”

This guy’s no good, she’s mad.

Sumire sighed and cleared her throat, returning her thoughts to neutral, and once more scanned every detail of the room.

“Let’s end the chat. Let’s find an escape route—where are the two guards?”

From the underground room that blocked all signals, it was possible for one of the pair to leave the room for regular communication.

But both of them leaving and not returning was a first.

“…Where?”

A knock sounded, and slowly, the door opened.