Chapter 599: 13.97

Matthew grabbed Jean's hands and clenched them tightly, "Y—You will stay with me, right?"

Matthew was begging at this point. He knew that once Young Master Jean had restored his unique magic, he could leave easily, just with a blink, and Jean would vanish in front of Matthew's eyes. 

[Ehh, of course, I will leave you. My male leads are waiting! I can't wait to meet Maximillien, Wolf, and Raphael again.]

[Pupa: What a heartless guy. He has restored your magic, and you will leave him just like that.]

[Ish, it's him who kidnapped me in the first place!]

"I—I really can't live without you, Jean. I swear I'll go insane if you leave me…." Matthew said. He had experienced the sweetness of having Jean in his arm. He couldn't return back and became the same lonely guy at the corner of the room. 

[But you're already insane right now. But I know you've bound my heart. Oh well, I'll just play along for now.]

Jean hugged Matthew tightly and rested his cheek on Matthew's shoulder, "I told you that I want to walk, dance, cook, and hunt with you. I want to live with the one I love."

Matthew hugged Jean back. He kissed Jean's ear and hair, wanting to inhale every scent of that strawberry hair. Under a small wooden hut, they embraced each other in silence. 

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Life returned normal after Jean's strength and magic had been restored. Jean helped Matthew gather food, hunt small animals, or just walk around side by side on the flower field.

They would swim together in the waterfall near their hut and enjoyed eating berries whilst watching the animals around the hills. 

Jean never asked Matthew about his power or how Matthew could restore his magic and strength with only one drink. Because he knew that Matthew wasn't stable.

He wanted to keep things a secret, and Jean knew that Matthew would snap if he dared to question him. 

Thus they kept this false sense of intimacy. It might feel real for Matthew, but for Jean, he thought he was living in a bubble created by Matthew. Everything was convenient in the deep woods, and Matthew tried his best to make everything look natural.

But things that were forced… wouldn't stay forever. 

"Jean, do you want to go with me?" Matthew asked as he prepared his fishing pole. 

Jean was still lying on the bed. He yawned and shook his head, "Husband, you can go alone. I will cook you mushroom soup with rabbit meat for lunch."

Matthew smiled and kissed Jean's forehead, "I'll bring you a big fish for our lunch or dinner then."

After Matthew left the hut, Jean closed the door and walked towards the darkroom where Matthew painted him before. He had wanted to uncover the secret for a while but still had no time because Matthew didn't lower his guard. He wanted Jean to follow him everywhere.

Matthew started letting Jean stay inside the hut alone for about a week now, signifying that he had trusted Jean. 

Pupa materialized in front of Yunyu and hovered around. Yunyu died to open the door, but it was locked.

"Pupa, do you know where's the key?"

"It's locked by magic, not just regular key," Pupa explained. "Do you really want to see what's inside? I won't suggest you do that."

"Oh, come on, we need to leave this place as soon as possible! I don't want to get stuck in here!" Yunyu complained. He touched the engraving on the door, and his hand was burned by touching it.

The door had been sealed with powerful dark magic. Only the owner or someone with a high affinity for dark or holy magic could open this.

Someone like… Jean. 

"I think I can break this," Yunyu said. He put his index on the door, and it glowed in bright yellow. 

Yunyu engraved a holy seal on top of the dark seal drawn by Matthew and chanted his magic, "With the power of Hoe Magic, clear the path from the crazy Yanderes for me!"

The holy seal shone bright, and the dark seal cracked and shattered like glass.

Creaaak.

The door slowly opened, and Jean still couldn't see anything. It was dark, and the air was choking at the same time. 

Yunyu took a deep breath and chanting a spell to light up the room, "Banish darkness!" 

His body flashed with bright light, dispelling all the clouds of darkness around him. 

Jean was finally able to see the inside of this room. And he was shocked to find the room was similar to a modern artist studio with many paintings on the wall.

"I expected something more, honestly," Jean said. 

He looked around, and his gaze darted at the series of paintings that depicted his lovers in this world.

He saw a highly realistic painting of Maximillien Eau Saumont with dark chains around his body. Maximillien closed his eyes, and his shirt was torn as if he had just experienced torture. 

He looked to the second painting, and he saw Wolf with the same dark chain, he was battered, and his clothes were tattered even worse than Maximillien. 

And the third one was Saint Raphael. He got it the worst, there was blood on the robe he wore the last time, and the chains around his body were bigger and had thorns in them. 

They all looked too realistic to be a painting because Jean could see even the smallest detail like their pores, especially on Wolf, who had few small scars on his shoulders and cheek.

These paintings had perfect accuracy. 

"W—What is this?" Jean took a step back spontaneously. He kept taking few steps back, and his back hit a strong chest behind him. 

Jean stiffened, and he held his breath out of fright. He didn't want to look back, but the man behind him suddenly wrapped his hands around Jean's waist and leaned intimately.

"My dear Jean, are you done snooping around?"