The Obsessive Second Male Lead Has Gone Wild

The Duchess of Brücke gave birth to Rurutia despite the doctors’ attempt to dissuade her from doing so.

Due to the irrational birth of the child, the duchess’s life was rapidly disappearing.

“Madam, please don’t leave me, oh!”

Gael cried, holding his wife’s cold hand tightly.

Could it be because of her husband’s cry?

The Duchess struggled to open her eyes. She sought out the midwife before her husband sat beside her.

“And the child?”

“Here you are, madam. You have a healthy princess.”

“Thank God. I’ve had my daughter’s name on my mind for a long time…”

The Duchess’s voice gradually faded.

Everyone in the room even took their breath away and focused on her voice.

“Rurutia…”

She couldn’t leave a will, she just left by naming her daughter, and then closing her eyes.

* * * * *

Gael’s daughter, whose life was exchanged with his beloved wife, was not well regarded by him. If she had not been born, he would still have someone he loved.

“A bitch born with the death of her mother.”

He looked at his daughter sucking on the nanny’s breast and cursed her.

There was one more reason to hate her.

The Brücke were one of the few excellent families of wizards in the Empire.

One of the greatest wizards of all time was Gael, and of course he also thought that his daughter, Rurutia, would make an exceptional wizard.

“You can’t even do the easiest of magic! Pathetic!”

At the age of five, the children of the Brücke lineage were able to create a flame to burn down a small hut.

But Rurutia, at the age of six, she could only make a small flame that was like a match.

“Try again.”

A fire flower, which grew in size for a very short time, became the original size of a match again.

Rurutia looked at her father. He was still angry.

The father’s anger spilled out along with all his powers into a fearsome energy inside Rurutia’s body, which was drawn by the excess power as she trembled.

Cough

Rurutia vomited blood due to the excessive manna.

“Ugh” Gael clicked his tongue.

“How many times have I taught you, and you still can’t even do that?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry, I can’t. You’ve said it more than ten times today! You there…”

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“Yes. Master.”

“Take Rurutia to the reflection room.”

The servant looked at Rurutia with contempt as he followed Gael’s orders. Rurutia’s frightened head shook from side to side.

The reflection room was a small room attached to Gael’s magic laboratory.

The servant did not know exactly what was going on, but he could guess with the bruises on Rurutia’s arms and legs, as well as the needle marks.

A mere servant could not rebel against the Duke of Brücke.

Should I kill her? he asked himself.

He would bring the priest. At night, the wounds on Rurutia’s arms and legs will heal.

“Understood.”

The servant brought Rurutia to the chamber.

* * * * *

Rurutia, who was trapped in the reflection room, waited for her father to come.

What should I do? Will it hurt less?

Every time she goes into the thinking room, she thinks, but she couldn’t find the right answer. No, it was less painful to keep her mouth shut.

If you stay quiet, at least he doesn’t slap you.

Kiik

The reflection room door opened and her father walked in.

Her father wasn’t alone. He was with his first cousin Diord.

Diord was gifted with talent, unlike Rurutia.

Despite his young age, he was a gifted man who learned most of the magic of the attack system and was coveted in all the knightly divisions.

Dior smiled brightly and waved a hand.

“Hello, Match. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Match was a nickname given by Diord to Rurutia, since he always laughed at her magic.

Don’t call me that!

There was a time when she refused and Diord crushed her for it. It’s an unpleasant nickname, but she had to put up with it.

Rurutia nodded slightly up and down.

“Eh, long time…”

“The conversation is over.”

Gael cut off Rurutia’s words.

Then he pointed at Rurutia, who was sitting crouched in the corner, with his finger.

“She has power. The amount of power in my blood is enormous. However, it seems that in her its power is very thin and cannot be used.”

The wizard’s manna flowed through the blood vessels. This was called the Magic Tube.

“Is there a drug that temporarily expands the potency?”

“I used the amplifying drug immediately. It didn’t work.”

“Wow, in an adult wizard it’s a pain medicine, but how is she alive? Does she feel good?”

“She’s been stupid from the start, there’s nothing worse. She’s a useless bitch anyway.”

Rurutia trembled at the words of her father who cursed her.

She is useless. Not necessary.

After saying she was not worth it, she was afraid, she knew it because her hands and feet were shaking.

“Why are you afraid?”

“A crime…”

If I say sorry, you’ll be angry. I can’t think of any other words, so I usually shut my mouth.

“I’m treating you. What should I say to the person who helped you?”

“Thank you.”

Satisfied Gael smiled.

She was relieved. If her father’s mood were good, the time for reflection would have been short.

“If there’s no medicine, I have to learn how to make it. Diord, begin.”

A great flame blossomed before Rurutia’s eyes.

There was terrible pain even before she realized what had happened. She crouched, enduring the screams.

Diord stepped forward and hesitated.

“You can use magic today, not your feet.”

“What? Ah, no…”

“No?”

A snake made of flame in Dior’s hand is entangled in Rurutia’s arms.

“It hurts me…! Stop it.”

“Don’t order me around on this subject, Match”

Dior increased the temperature of the flame.

Rurutia finally screamed.

“I have a chance to experiment with attack magic on a person, so I have to do it, right?”

Standing up, Gael looked at his daughter, who was struggling with the pain.

“I was calling you to kill the bitch, so pull yourself together. Be modest.”

“Yes. Yes.”

The wizard also awakened his ability when confronted with the same kind of magic. However, it was a training law that was banned long ago because people died or became incapacitated while receiving training.

Gael, who wanted Rurutia to become a true magician as soon as possible, revived the training.

It wasn’t that he wanted Rurutia to be self-sufficient.

He had to be able to use magic in order to continue experimenting with his wife’s resurrection.

Although he could use magic, he had to stay alive to have a happy time with his wife again.

He pushed the extremes to use Rurutia in his experiments while keeping life secure.

* * * * *

Three years later, Gael’s experiment was only half as successful.

He couldn’t revive his wife, but now Rurutia can use magic properly.

Through all sorts of experiments, Rurutia’s body was ruined.

Every time she used magic, she felt her life diminished.

Gael forced her to do the magic for his experiment.

“Place your hand on the stone here and let the manna flow.”

“Yes.”

The moonstone that absorbed Rurutia’s vitality glowed red.

At first, it was bright enough to light up the room, but now it wasn’t. It was because there was no more vitality to draw from her.

Gael’s expression was one of extreme disappointment.

“Is this all you can do?”

She didn’t refute her father’s words. Her role was just to keep her mouth shut and do what he said.

Gael, furious, looked at her and slapped her cheeks.

“You killed my wife, so now you have to save her!”

If I apologize for my mother, will the pain end? I missed my mother, even though I didn’t know her face.

“The bitch who killed her mother.”

“You scumbag.”

Her father’s words were trapped in her chest and head.

I thought there was nothing more to hurt, but the inside of my chest hurt like a stab wound.

The tears wanted to come out, but she held them back.

If the experiment is successful, maybe you can let me go.

When her mother is revived, father might forgive her.

Rurutia held her heart tightly. She tried to hold on through it to the limit, but she finally fell out.

When she came to her senses, the family doctor was taking care of Rurutia.

Only

When she opened her eyes she would be taken to the laboratory again. Rurutia pretended to close her eyes and sleep.

The doctor sitting next to her was talking to Gael.

“Miss Rurutia would not be more than twenty years old.”

“I don’t care about the life of a bitch. What I want to know is the state of her manna.”

“It’s gone. It will be difficult for her to use magic in the future.”

“You’re not good at doing experiments”

Rurutia’s lips curled gently even with her eyes closed. She was very happy.

She no longer had to go to her father’s laboratory.