I'm the Friend of a Male Lead who went Crazy after the Female Lead Died

What’s with this bracelet!

Elshnain’s eyes trembled with bewilderment, not just because she discovered the teleportation spell embedded in the bracelet, but also due to the scene that was unfolding beneath her.

He used to hate being disturbed while he slept! She thought in a brief moment of contemplation as she fell onto Killian’s body, who was somewhat sprawled on the bed.

She couldn’t help but pondered why her friend of 12 years had his upper body exposed, without even covering himself with a blanket.

As she heavily landed on that firm body, she considered the possibility that appearing like this might cause Killian to react reflexively and kill her.

Killian hated to be disturbed when he slept, didn‘t he?

“Ugh!”

In the short moment when she was falling, she had managed to entertain quite a few thoughts, which was quite remarkable. However, gravity, exerting its force and pulling her body downward, didn’t seem impressed with such brilliance.

With a thud, she landed on Killian.

“…….”

“……H-Hic!”

If one were to awaken and find their sworn enemy perched on top of them like this, what kind of thoughts would cross their mind? —what is the more gruesome way to kill that enemy, and ensure rumors about it spread?

As she settled on top of Killian, a pair of eyes that had been tightly shut suddenly opened.

And under the faint moonlight, Elshnain looked at the gleaming foe below, gulping nervously.

“Uh, well, you see…” she stumbled, nibbling on her fingers.

while doing so, her fingertips inadvertently brushed against the tight muscles of his well-built chest.

Startled by the sensation, Elshnain immediately stopped moving her hands.

And aware that those same muscled could potentially be used to pin her against the wall, she shuddered.

“Oh, wow. I didn’t know there was a teleportation spell on the bracelet,” Elshnain said, desperately trying to force a smile on her mouth while Killian’s eyes slowly inspected her from head to toe.

“You made a good judgment call.”

However, when his words deviated from the ‘I’ll kill you’ she was anticipating, her eyes instinctively widened.

“What?” she asked, shocked.

“Didn’t you use the bracelet as soon as the blood slaves appeared?”

“Uh, well, yes.”

Next, Killian proceeded to scan her body, seemingly check for any signs of injury.

Seeing this, Elshnain relaxed a little, thinking: Here I thought he would cut me to pieces.

But in doing so, her body inadvertently leaned slightly closer to Killian’s, causing his expressionless face to subtly twitch.

And Elshnain who was too busy thanking every deity imaginable, failed to notice it.

Then, a noise suddenly emanated from afar, and in an instant, she found herself standing by the bed.

Uh?! When did I get the ability to teleport like this? She questioned herself.

But while she was pondering on trivial matters; Killian had already leaped out of bed and unsheathed his sword.

 As the blade swished through air, felt a surge of fear and involuntarily gasped.

After all, it was the very that had killed Helena in one a single stroke.

 It seems that my life ends here, Ellime! Elshnain said inwardly.

Yet, while she was biding farewell the Spirit King, nonchalantly walked past her.

“W-Where are you going?” “Blood slaves” He curtly replied before closing the door with a loud thud.

And Elshnain, left alone in his room so suddenly, could only blinked in daze.

* * *

“Sniff. It seems Lord Killian no longer believes in me, Lady Elshnain.”

“What? Why?” questioned Elshnain.

On the next day, she found herself drawn into an unwanted counseling session.

And as she took a bite of one of the cookies placed between Mikhail and herself, she grinned at the knight who had been quite gloomy since morning.

“Well, Sir Killian ask me to get rid of all the blood slaves yesterday, didn’t he? My duty was to ensure the mansion’s security! And as Sir Killian’s most trusted knight, it is a significant responsibility.”

Did Killian go that far though? Elshnain wondered as she took another bite of the cookie.

Regardless of whether she responded or not, Mikhail continued to speak,

Adding the fact that she had lost her memories, it had been a long time since they last met, yet Mikhail had no hesitation in confiding in her.

“After that demon recognized Lady Elshnain, Sir Killian expressed concern that the blood slaves might also target you. So, I made the decision to guard your bedroom door.”

“I see.”

That explained why I heard Mikhail’s voice when I activated the bracelet.

“Naturally, I take full responsibility for not anticipating that the creatures would sneak inside your room,” Mikhail continued.

“Sure.”

Mikhail let out a long sigh, “But he suddenly appeared yesterday, looking as if he had just woken up, and single-handedly dealt with all the blood slaves hiding in the house.

“Hm hmm.”

“He hasn’t even fully recovered his strength yet… ahhh I am really useless,” he lamented.

“I’m sure that’s not the case, Mikhail. Don’t worry too much.” Elshnain, aware of the circumstances, reassured him awkwardly.

“He looked really angry too!” he added, devastated.

“Ahah, did he?”  She inquired, feeling a bit apprehensive.

Gently patting his enormous trembling shoulders, Elschnain nervously scratched the back of his head.

Well, it was because of her that the enemy revealed itself and suddenly attacked.

You can’t afford to let me die, so you wiped out the threat.

In any case, after listening to the knight’s story, it seemed he would be escorting her from now on.

Yesterday, Elshnain, who was left alone in Killian’s room, sat in a corner, and waited for him, wearing an expression that said, ‘I don’t know anything.’

It was just in case he suddenly burst through the door, but Killian did not appear.

That’s why you never came back to your room; Elshnain said inwardly, picturing him fighting the creatures.

Instead of him, Mikhail showed up early in the morning to take her back to her room.

And thank to this, she had taken a very satisfying nap, and was currently enjoying some tea with the knight.

But in the original story, the demon was definitely a third rank … Why did it become a second rank one?

The demon realm was a place where status was given based on strength, making the hierarchy among them of utmost importance.

Consequently, second-class demons were ten times stronger than the third-class ones.

Was it a third rank at first, but then it moved up to the higher rank?

In the original story, Arwen noticed the demon as soon as it came into the mansion, and drove it away.

Perhaps, there had been unforeseen changes on the demons’ side over the course time.

I’ll have to keep a closer on things; Elshnain thought as she sipped her tea.

Soon, Kilian would regain his full strength, and the next main event she needed to take care of in Arwen’s place would be the New Year’s Festival.  

There was about two weeks left until then.

“Speaking of which, Lady Elshnain returned just in time for the New Year’s celebration.” Mikhail muttered, biting into a cookie.

Elschnain nodded silently as she also indulged in a cookie, causing her cheeks to puff up adorably.

These cookies were delivered to her this morning even though she didn’t ask for them.

I guess the chef is still there.

In the past, those same cookies drove her into a frenzy.

To the extent that Killian, who usually refrained from interfering with her daily life, had to restrict the quantity of cookies the head chef could make per day due to Elshnain’s excessive consumption of them until her face turned yellow.

The days when she indulged in cookies to this extent where both joyous and melancholic for Elshnain, as they served as rewards for the hardships she had to endure.

 I guess life was a bit rough back then.

Ten years ago, when the demons launched a full-fledged invasion, she had to witness the death of numerous humans daily.

And every day, when she returned home, she found solace in indulging in cookies more frequently.

Although Killian, Arwen, and another companion was by her side, the memory of those days was too painful for even her, the transmigrated one.

Perhaps it’s the same as then. Perhaps they were sent to me because of what happened yesterday with Helena.

Plus, considering Killian didn’t like sweets, it’s unlikely the chef prepared such a copious amount of cookie on a whim.

 Killian probably instructed him to do so.

“Will Killian also participate in the New Year’s Festival?” Elshnain suddenly asked Mikhail.

“Absolutely,” the man replied. “It’s a day, Sir Killian, the continent’s guardian, cannot miss. Otherwise, it would greatly sadden the Holy Father.”

The Holy father was Zigheerit, the Holy Kingdom’s ruler.

As the king of the Aeterna Holy Kingdom, he was a very important figure in the original story line.

And it was precisely during this upcoming New Year’s festival that his life was endangered.

After the catastrophe happened, a baseless and unjust rumor emerged, accusing Killian of plotting to overthrow the regime and assassinate Zigheerit in order to claim his place.

Even Killian’s current decision to isolate himself in this house so he could recover was said to be a disguise for his traitorous plans regarding the festival.

Various conspiracies were probably being devised at this very moment to estrange Killian from the Holy Kingdom.

It’s very important.

Indeed, Elshnain naturally had a big role to play in the New Year’s celebration and had already prepared herself accordingly.

However…….

“Wait, what did you say?

“Stay home.”

Several days had passed since her teatime with Mikhail and now Elshnain was watching Kilian sign documents without even sparing her a glance.

Yes, she stood there, her mouth agape in disbelief, wondering if there might be something wrong with her hearing.

After pausing for a moment to clear her ears, she asked once again, “Could you repeat what you just said?”

Upon hearing this, Killian lifted his head, and a chilling atmosphere immediately filled the air as his cold, red eyes pierced through her.

Normally, she would have pretended to be frightened, but Elshnain didn’t have the luxury to play game this time.

Resolutely, she gripped the sturdy oak desk with both hands, and met Killian’s gaze head-on.

And noticing her determination, he squinted his eyes and said in a low, menacing voice, “I ordered you to stay at the mansion during the New Year’s Festival. Do I need to repeat myself?