When the Guide Stopped Playing a Villainess, the Obsession Began

“I’m sorry. Truly, I was wrong.”

She begged him without even knowing exactly why he was angry.

“For what?”

Even as she wept pitifully like a child, Calix didn’t bat an eye.
Instead, the mouth that had been tightly shut slowly relaxed.

“E-Everything.”

She felt overwhelming remorse toward him. For everything… including the fact that she had come back to life.

“No, Lea.”

Calix denied her words as he slowly closed the distance.
His movements were cautious, like a predator driving its prey into a corner.

“Your real sin…”

He reached her at last, and with an expressionless face, extended his hand slowly.
The moment his hand brushed her trembling, rounded shoulder, he pulled her into his arms.

“…is that you kept your true identity hidden all this time.”

Only after Lea was in his embrace did he let out a languid laugh, and in a voice filled with possessiveness and ecstasy, he whispered,

“How dare you be so insolent. You were mine from the very beginning.”

As he stroked her fox ears with his fingertips, his gaze darkened, fixed on the pendant of the collar she wore.

The pendant that marked him as the owner of this fox.