I Decided to Kidnap the Male Lead

— Imperial Calendar Year 588. April 16th. 8:34 in the morning.

Ophelia Bolsheik, the day after one of her first infinite regression.

“Ha… Haah, ha…”

‘I didn’t know that thinking and doing were different.’

Taking an adult male, or an unconscious person somewhere, was really not something to be done alone.

Ophelia looked down at her trembling hands and immediately raised her head.

It was not the time to be like this.

He would soon come to his senses. She didn’t hit the back of his head that hard.

She held the arm of the person who was one head taller than her, and put it around her shoulder.

She must move him to the bed before he comes to his senses. If he found himself lying on the floor after a hard time…

Ophelia, who shook her head, clenched her teeth. She squeezed out all her strength.

“Oh… my gosh, I’m really… I’m just trying… to live. Please, I hope you’re the right answer.”

She managed to get to the bed, biting down on the curses.

Breathing heavily, she tossed the figure covered in blood onto the clean bed.

“Ugh… Sigh. I’m dying.”

Ophelia paused as she tried to wipe the sweat running down her cheeks. Her hands and clothes were all covered in blood.

She let out a long, very long sigh as she alternated her gaze between her reddish hand and the redder man.

“I hope you are right.”

Ophelia kidnapped the crown prince by striking the back of his head after slaughtering all the assassins.

The male protagonist in a fantasy novel that she possessed, whose title she couldn’t even remember.

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— Imperial Calendar Year 588. April 16th. 10 minutes before the Crown Prince came to his senses. 12:52 p.m.

How much time has passed?

Ophelia was staring piercingly at the crown prince’s cheeks.

Contrary to Ophelia’s expectations, the prince was unconscious for quite some time.

After having pulled a chair right next to the bed, she had been doing that for almost an hour.

Actually, she had nothing to do, but she was very impatient.

“Should I tie him up too?”

Her gaze quickly ran across the prince’s wrists and ankles. Ophelia, who was worried and furrowed her brows, shook her head.

“No. If I tie him up, I can’t get out of it. That’s a death penalty.”

The fact of kidnapping the crown prince would in itself be punishable by death, but Ophelia tried not to think about it as much as possible.

“Because he’s human, he’ll be able to communicate. Yes. He’s an actual person and not a fictional character.”

Ophelia was so anxious that a lot of unnecessary self-talk came out, but she didn’t even notice.

She has already decided what to say when the prince wakes up. She had spent almost two nights choosing her words, over and over again.

Without realizing it, she swallowed her saliva.

It was already decided, but when she stumbled over it, she felt something else was clumsy and lacking.

‘It needs a little… Need a little more refinement…’

Ophelia’s thoughts were snapped off by a small groan in her ear, which had been raised sensitively.

“Ugh…”

She couldn’t have been wrong. For she had given all her attention to the crown prince.

Ophelia opened her eyes wide and leaned her body forward and put her ear to his mouth.

“Ugh.”

‘He’s woken up! He’s come to his senses!’

She had imagined this situation countless times in her head. She kidnapped the crown prince, and would explain the situation after he came to his senses.

Up until the crown prince’s abduction, somehow she managed to do as she had envisioned. Of course, it didn’t go as planned, but it worked out in the end…

But her mind was in a mess at the thought of talking to the crown prince directly.

“Should I tie him up? No, I shouldn’t! This… F-First of all, first…”

Ophelia looked around without knowing what she was muttering, and then climbed on top of the crown prince’s stomach.

It was a terribly sudden decision, but she was certain of her action.

With her power and skill, which was of an ordinary noble lady’s, it would be difficult to subdue a completely awake Crown Prince Richard.

Of course, it would be impossible to suppress him even if she was on his stomach, but the present Ophelia could only think of this.

Tense, Ophelia licked her dry life. Those brief seconds, when Richard’s eyelids fluttered, felt like a thousand years.

“I… uh, Your Highness?”

At last, Richard’s golden eyes, which had fully opened, contained only Ophelia.

He didn’t say anything to Ophelia, who was looking down at him on his stomach. He just slowly blinked my eyes.

When he blinked about four times, Ophelia opened her mouth, unable to overcome the suffocating silence that was as if it was wringing her whole body.

“Your Highness! Your Highness the Crown Prince! Please listen to me first!”

Ophelia’s shoulders shook aggressively, startled by the loudness and shrillness of her voice.

The grave silence followed.

An unbearable silence fell heavily in the room.

Suddenly, Ophelia wanted to cry. She had already prepared so many things to say and worked to the bone for today!

Everyone has a plan. Until they get hit in the back of the head or elsewhere.

‘Will I die like this again? I’ll come back when he dies anyway.’

‘But if I return again, I’ll have to kidnap the crown prince again since it starts this morning when he meets the assassin.’

As Ophelia’s eyebrows drooped, recalling the morning riots that risked her life, Richard’s lips, who she thought had glue applied, parted.

“My lady?”

“I’m Ophelia Bolsheik.”

Her gaze dropped down more and more as she answered without a moment to breathe. She couldn’t keep her eyes on his glassy golden eyes.

A stillness like death fell again. When Ophelia’s head was bowed almost to the level of a sinner who had committed mortal sin, the crown prince spoke again.

“Come down.”

“Yes? No… that.”

Ophelia pondered on how to tell him what she wanted to say, which was ‘I can’t go down, because if I go down now, you’re going to cut my throat!’

As if reading her thoughts, Richard gave a simple answer.

“I won’t punish the lady for this, so come down.”

“Yes?”

On the contrary, Ophelia was taken aback by the very refreshing immunity.

‘I haven’t said anything yet, what’s going on?’

“I said that the lady would not be held guilty of the fact that you kidnapped me and held me here.”

From Ophelia’s point of view, he spoke terrifyingly scary words, but he did not raise an eyebrow.

“So come down.”

“Oh, yes. I’m sorry. I must be heavy.”

“Not at all.”

At his quick reply, Ophelia shifted her eyes awkwardly. This situation was something she had prepared for, but she didn’t know what to say when he came back with an overly firm answer.

She reflexively rolled over to the right side, slipping away from Richard’s firm and hard stomach.

She went off the bed and grabbed the chair with trembling hands, and then stood politely with her hands under her belly button.

Without paying any attention to her, Richard slowly raised his body and patted the back of his head.

“I’m fine.”

“Yes… I hit the back of your head quite a bit, so I know well whether or not your head will break if I apply a certain amount of force… no, forget it.”

Richard’s eyes, which had been staring at Ophelia, quivered slightly, then became still again.

As she glanced at him rubbing his blood-stained lips, she carefully picked up the jug of water next to her.

Ophelia placed two cups, pouring water into both of them in front of Richard and looked at him.

“Is that poison?”

“It’s not! I want to tell you to choose whichever you want because there’s no poison in it!”

Shaking her head, Ophelia took the two cups with both hands and swallowed them in turn.

Clear water dripped down the corners of her lips. Richard glanced at her like that, and then grabbed the glass of water that she had placed in her mouth.

Before Ophelia could utter anything, he drank the remaining half of the water in one breath.

Ophelia waved her hand and barely managed to pull away ridiculous thoughts.

While her blue eyes flickered frantically, Richard still spoke with the same expression.

“Is there any more obvious poison than what the lady just did?

Ophelia frowned at him, who gave a quick answer just by looking at her expression without saying anything.

When Richard emptied another cup of water, Ophelia realized that now was the time to explain her circumstances.

“Your Highness. The reason I brought you here is ….”

She was so nervous that she blew the cold water in her hand to cool it down before taking a sip.

“The reason is…”

“You kidnapped me, you didn’t bring me here.”

“That… it is. But for a reason! There is a reason!”

In response to Ophelia’s urgent words, Richard nodded his head in a very dignified manner.

“Let me explain.”

There was silence for a moment. Ophelia was speechless, unable to follow his unexpected, overly calm reaction.

“My lady.”

“Yes. That’s what it is! The reason why I kidnapped Your Highness is because I keep going back! Your Highness will die…. No, every time Your Highness dies, I return to that time! I will not go back if Your Highness doesn’t die!”

It was a mess of words with no context and inaccurate subject and object.

Ophelia squeezed her hands and she tried to sort her words out somehow. But no matter how she organized it, she sounded like a crazy person.

The fact itself was simple and clear.

When Crown Prince Richard dies, Ophelia would return to the point in time when he dies.

No matter how many times. Until he survives!

Ame: This will be the last novel I pick up this year… Well, I had plans to pick this up a few months ago, it just happened that I did it earlier than planned x) what did Ophelia say about planning again?