His Obsession Began After Losing Her-Chapter 105: Oath of Servitude

Noran arrived at Sung Medical Hospital's psychiatric department, his steps echoing down the sterile hallways. The new head of the department, Vince Skyler, stood waiting for him at the entrance.

As Noran approached, Vince offered a polite nod of greeting.

"Mr. Kingston," Vince began, his tone professional, "Ms. Euni's condition has shown significant improvement. She's more stable now and can engage in simple conversation. I have to admit, we're surprised by your method—nothing we tried before seemed to work."

He paused, almost hesitant, then added, "If she continues to show this level of progress, there's a possibility she could be discharged soon."

Noran listened silently, his face a mask of calm indifference. There was no trace of emotion in his light blue eyes, which seemed to see through Vince rather than look at him.

With a brief nod, Noran moved past the doctor and proceeded toward Euni's room.

The psychiatric room was stark and utilitarian, the walls painted a muted beige that was meant to soothe but only added to the sense of isolation.

A single bed with crisp white sheets was pushed against one wall, while the other held a small, shatterproof window that allowed a sliver of daylight to filter in.

A sturdy chair sat in the corner, bolted to the floor to prevent it from being moved or used as a weapon. The atmosphere was heavy, filled with the lingering echoes of troubled minds.

In the far corner of the room, a woman with long white hair crouched on the floor, her frail body curled in on itself. Her hands were bound by soft restraints, designed to prevent harm while offering as much comfort as possible.

She had her head bowed, her lips moving in a silent, unintelligible murmur.

Though her mind was clearer than before, the fog of instability still lingered.

As Noran stepped closer, his powerful presence filled the room, causing Euni to flinch. Slowly, she lifted her head, her movements hesitant and trembling. Her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of him through the veil of her hair.

The sight before her took her breath away.

Noran stood tall and composed, his sharp features softened only by the ethereal glow of his light blue eyes. His dark hair framed a face so striking it seemed almost unreal.

His jaw was strong, his lips perfectly sculpted, and his skin was pale and smooth, almost glowing against the deep black of his suit. He was a vision of cold perfection, every line and angle of his face crafted as if by a god's hand.

"B-Beautiful..." Euni breathed, her voice filled with awe and disbelief.

Her eyes, wide with wonder, never left his as she tried to comprehend the sight before her.

Noran remained undisturbed, his expression unreadable as he stared at her with those icy, penetrating eyes.

There was no warmth in his gaze, only an unwavering focus that seemed to pierce through her soul.

Euni, entranced by his beauty, felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch him, to confirm that he was real and not a figment of her troubled mind.

But the restraints on her wrists held her back, keeping her bound in place. Her fingers twitched helplessly against the soft material.

"A-Are you... an... an angel?" Euni stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and hope.

She couldn't tear her eyes away from the ethereal figure before her, a man so beautiful and perfect that he seemed almost unreal.

Noran's expression remained cold, untouched by her awe.

He ignored her question entirely, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Euni's eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat.

Could she trust her ears?

Had he really just said that?

The idea of escape had seemed impossible until this moment.

"A-Are you here to save me?" she asked, her voice quivering with a fragile sense of hope.

She was desperate to believe that this incredibly handsome man was her savior, an angel sent to deliver her from this hellish place. How else could she explain his presence?

Despite the clarity that had begun to return to her mind, there were still vast, gaping holes where her memories should have been. She had forgotten who she was, once a proud member of the Kang clan, a brilliant pharmaceutical scientist with a bright future.

The image of her past self was a distant echo, drowned out by the darkness that had consumed her.

She couldn't remember the details—how she had fallen for Sigmund, the man who had turned her life into a nightmare.

Under his influence, she had ventured into dark magic, becoming a practitioner of forbidden arts. The repercussions had been severe. Her clan, once her family and support, had cast her out when she broke the ultimate taboo.

Sigmund had twisted her mind, using her to create dark drugs for his twisted experiments. His manipulations, combined with the side effects of practicing dark magic, had driven her to madness.

By the time Sigmund vanished, leaving her behind, she was nothing more than a broken puppet, discarded and forgotten in this psychiatric ward.

Until now.

Euni looked up at Noran, her heart pounding with a wild mix of emotions.

She was certain that he was her angel, come to rescue her from the abyss.

"Please, please get me out of here, angel!" she begged, her voice breaking as she repeatedly bowed her head in desperate supplication.

But Noran remained silent, his expression unreadable. The air between them was thick with tension as Euni waited, her hope hanging by a thread.

Then, to her shock, she felt the restraints around her wrists begin to loosen.

The bindings slipped away, and her hands were finally free.

She stared at her now unbound hands, a wide smile spreading across her face. But her joy was short-lived. Her smile faded as she watched a knife land before her with a sharp thud, the blade gleaming ominously on the floor.

Euni looked up, her eyes meeting Noran's emotionless gaze. His voice was devoid of warmth or mercy as he spoke.

"Give me your blood."

Without another word, he took out a small, ancient-looking piece of parchment and placed it before her.

Euni's breath hitched as she recognized what it was: the Oath of Servitude, a forbidden ritual known only to those who had dabbled in the darkest of arts.

It was a binding contract, one that enslaved the participant to the master for life.

Once the ritual was performed, she would be bound to Noran, her life tied to his until he severed the connection. If he died, so would she. And she would have no choice but to obey his every command, her free will stripped away.

There was no benefit for the slave in this oath. It was a life sentence, a binding that ensured total submission.

But instead of recoiling in fear or showing any sign of reluctance, Euni's eyes lit up with a twisted excitement.

A disturbing, almost crazed smile spread across her face, her heart racing with a thrill she hadn't felt in what seemed like forever.

To her, this was not a punishment but an opportunity. The idea of being bound to this angelic figure, of serving him as his devoted slave, filled her with an inexplicable sense of joy.

She picked up the knife with trembling hands, her fingers curling around the hilt.

With a swift motion, she cut her finger, watching as the dark red blood welled up and began to drip onto the parchment. Her smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mad devotion as she started to perform the ritual.

"Please," she said, her voice filled with a fervent reverence as she looked up at Noran, "let me be your slave, Master."

...

Karlene and Hana strolled through the bustling shopping district, their arms laden with bags from their recent spree. The sun was warm, the atmosphere lively, and the day had been filled with laughter and conversation.

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Seated in the restaurant's plush chairs, surrounded by the soft murmur of other patrons, Hana sighed contentedly, taking a delicate sip from her teacup.

"This is so satisfying. Shopping and hanging out with my daughter is the best," she said with a smile that reached her eyes. "Should we visit the spa next?"

Karlene returned her mother's smile, her expression warm as she lifted her own cup to her lips.

"Sure, anything that makes you happy," she replied, savoring the taste of the tea.

Today had been carefully planned, a day dedicated to spending quality time with her mother.

Hana had been complaining recently that Karlene was spending too much time with Shuri and not enough with her, so Karlene made sure to dedicate an entire day to her. She knew she should cherish these moments with her mother before she had to return to New Valley.

As Karlene set her cup down, Hana's voice took on a teasing tone. "Riri said there's a man you like."