While we were embracing each other, Revenpel, who we hadn’t noticed, coughed and interjected.
“We are also here.”
“Wow. Just now, I felt like I saw the saying that a love fight is like cutting water with a sword.”
“…Get out.”
Revenpel, still in a bad mood, scolded the two with a gruff tone. Fortunately, the ominous atmosphere from earlier seemed to have subsided a bit.
Looking at the three, I brought up the main topic with a serious expression.
“Among the high-ranking nobles staying in the capital, there must be someone hiding Gennerva.”
The three fixed their faces, becoming serious, and listened intently to my story.
“If Gennerva is freely moving around the capital, then the person helping her must be handling such matters cleanly. Moreover, they seemed to be quite familiar with the geography of the capital.”
Nodding, Clint added to my words.
“The carriage and horses ridden by his followers were in good condition. If there hadn’t been anyone to help, it would have been impossible. Besides, they seemed to know the geography of the capital quite well.”
After a brief hesitation, Clint turned his head and looked at Raven, who was contemplating our opinions.
“You encountered the man from the Montague in the dream.”
“…!”
Raven, upon Clint’s words, stopped his fingers that were stroking his chin.
Monstrous anger, like a monster, crept onto his once gentle face. The one who killed his brother. Whenever the story of that assassin came up, Raven would change drastically.
“…Did you meet him when you met Gennerva?”
“Yes. I clashed swords with him myself.”
Clint nodded in response to Raven’s question. Then, sweeping over Raven from top to bottom, he coldly confirmed.
“You can’t win against him.”
Raven bit his lips in response to Clint’s harsh reality. Despite the coldness in his tone, Raven asked with a somewhat firm voice.
“Did you meet that bastard in Montague?”
“Yes. I clashed swords with him myself.”
Clint remembered the moment he clashed swords earlier. Seeing that, Raven stopped stroking his chin and said in a level but intense tone.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll still kill that guy.”
At the moment, Clint, breathing heavily, drew a sword from his waist without warning.
Shick!
The sword, still stained with the blood of the followers, slashed fiercely through the air.
“Ugh…!”
Seeing Clint’s sword, Raven, who hadn’t fully recovered, gasped and hesitated in his place.
“Just by seeing a sword, you’re already preparing to defend yourself?”
Clint, still holding the sword, sat back in his place, trembling, and calmly observed Raven shedding tears and trembling in his seat.
“Decide your path properly. Do you want revenge, or do you want to be killed brutally by the one who killed your brother?”
“Heheuk…”
Clint tossed a small dagger from his waist in front of Raven. Raven, who was sitting with his head wrapped, crying, trembled as he saw the thrown dagger.
“Pick it up.”
We watched silently as Clint performed his actions with bated breath.
“If you pick it up, I’ll teach you how to stick a sword into that bastard’s belly yourself.”
“…!”
“Whether you live or die, it’s up to you afterward. But even if you die, make sure to leave a hole in his belly before you go.”
Raven tightly clenched his trembling hand.
“It’s okay to cry, it’s okay to drop it; just grab it. If your goal is revenge, use the screams of your brother echoing in your ears as motivation.”
I turned my head slowly, observing Clint’s back.
Could Clint also be going through something similar?
Using the screams of family members as a goal to endure each day?
“If you can’t even grab a small dagger, forget about saying you’ll kill that bastard. I can’t keep him alive for your sake. If that guy sticks to Gennerva, it could be a threat to the empress.”
In response to Clint’s firm voice, Raven, who had been trembling all along, raised his head sharply. Tear-soaked soft eyes and Clint’s gaze met.
“If you’re going to die, die alone. I can’t keep him alive just to entertain your temper. If he gets close to Gennerva, the empress might be at risk.”
Putting back the sword he had drawn, Clint muttered resolutely, speaking to himself.
“When we meet next time, I’ll kill that bastard.”
Raven reached out with trembling hands. The sobbing grew louder, and the trembling intensified.
Yet he reached out towards the small dagger. Due to the severe shaking of his hands, the dagger kept slipping from Raven’s grasp.
“The dagger…”
Clint crouched in front of Raven and, as if speaking to himself, firmly gripped Raven’s trembling hand around the dagger.
“This is how you hold it.”
A tortured expression wanting to escape appeared on Raven’s face. But he didn’t pull his hand away. Despite feeling the distinct sensation of the dagger in his palm, he didn’t retreat.
Observing that scene, Revenpel turned his head towards me and spoke.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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