‘What? Father escaped from the temple?’
The person who came to find Leon was a priest from the Maropi Temple where the Grand Duke was secretly detained. The priest kept apologizing profusely, unable to hide his troubled expression.
‘He made several escape attempts before, but thanks to the special surveillance personnel you asked me to assign, Lord Leon, we were able to stop him in advance. But today, he seemed really determined. He even bit the surveillance personnel trying to stop him as he attempted to escape….’
‘He bit people, you say?’
Leon held his forehead, feeling faint. The Grand Duke’s condition seemed to be deteriorating much faster than expected.
‘The victims weren’t seriously hurt, were they?’
‘No. Fortunately, there was a healer on standby, so they received treatment right away and won’t even have scars. But the problem is… we can’t find any trace of where the Grand Duke disappeared to.’
‘Don’t worry about that. It seems he just stopped by the mansion.’
The priest brightened at Leon’s gloomy words.
‘Ah, is that so? That’s a relief!’
As if worried that Leon would hold him responsible for losing the Grand Duke, the priest continued with a relieved face.
‘Oh, you must have received our recent report on His Grace the Grand Duke’s condition, right?’
‘Report?’
At Leon’s reaction, which seemed like he was hearing about it for the first time, the priest looked flustered again.
‘Well, um… I definitely gave it to the errand boy who visited yesterday on your behalf, Lord Leon.’
‘Errand boy? What are you talking about? I never sent an errand boy to the Maropi Temple. Whenever I visit my father, don’t I always go in person?’
‘What? But he definitely came with an envelope sealed with the Grand Ducal House’s seal, saying he was running an errand for you, Lord Leon.’
According to the priest, the visitor who came yesterday undoubtedly brought an envelope with the Grand Ducal House’s seal and said he came to deliver Lord Leon’s errand to the Grand Duke.
‘So, did that person deliver something to my father? They didn’t have a separate conversation?’
‘Well… It wasn’t really a situation for conversation. His Grace the Grand Duke’s condition wasn’t good then either….’
‘Then did you happen to check what that item was?’
‘Yes, well… His Grace dropped it while struggling with the surveillance personnel when he tried to escape earlier, so I brought it with me on the way here.’
What the priest timidly held out was an unexpected item. A single crumpled sheet of paper that looked like it was torn from a book.
It seemed to have been ripped from a very old book, with yellowed edges, but fortunately there was no major damage as it was printed on high-quality paper.
After sending the priest back, Leon immediately unfolded the paper and read it.
But from the very first sentence, the content was so out of the blue that he tilted his head. However, Kasha, who read it together with him by his side, turned pale at once.
‘This is…!’
‘Kasha, do you know what this is?’
Kasha shook her head in disbelief for a moment, then grabbed his arm and exclaimed.
‘Prepare the horses right away. We need to quickly go after the Grand Duke!’
‘But how do we know where he went?’
‘It must be this place.’
Kasha’s pale fingertip pointed to a spot on the crumpled paper. There, a sentence was scribbled in pen by someone, not printed letters.
‘The resurrection of Prince Arthur?’
Reading that, Leon’s brow furrowed delicately.
‘This handwriting, is it the Grand Duke’s?’
‘No. It’s completely different from Father’s handwriting.’
Kasha’s face took on an even more anxious light. She immediately stood up and started pulling Leon.
‘Someone deliberately planted this idea in the Grand Duke’s mind. Your father is going to attempt to resurrect Prince Arthur. Let’s go to where the prince’s tomb is right now!’
Leon glanced back at Kasha, who was riding a horse with a pale face.
Her riding skills had advanced to an expert level before he knew it, and she was riding at almost the same speed as Leon.
Seeing her expression of genuine fear, he tightened his grip on the reins.
‘Resurrect Prince Arthur… Just what…’
Leon recalled the contents printed on the torn paper.
The faded letters, printed in a typeface from centuries ago that he had only seen in the imperial palace’s archives, contained content that seemed like it belonged in a third-rate black magic book.
[Then, the king asked the demon.King: The resurrection of humans?
Demon: Yes. It is surprisingly simple. With the corpse of a dead human and body parts from three innocent humans, it can be attempted right away.
King: And what else is needed?
Demon: Draw a magic circle on the ground, offer your own blood, and call for me, Your Majesty.]
Below that, a magic circle combining a few simple shapes was drawn.
[King: It’s too simple, making it even more unacceptable. The technique for attempting human resurrection shouldn’t be so simple.The white demon grinned widely.
Demon: My lord. What do you reject? Unless you give them my name, they will never succeed in that technique.
The king let out a long sigh.
King: Gilroth, my servant. What are you scheming by leaving traces of this technique in the world?
The white demon laughed again.
Demon: My lord. You abandoned me for this world, but in my eyes, this world is nothing but trivial. What would I possibly scheme? Besides-]
As the magic circle illustration took up more than half the page, that was all the text remaining on the torn sheet.
The text, which seemed like someone observed and transcribed a conversation between two entities called the ‘demon’ and ‘king’, was quite similar to the court records (books meticulously recording the king’s daily life in the court or the contents of audiences between the king and his subjects) or collections of anecdotes that were popular centuries ago.
There was one more strange point. The ‘demon’ teaching the method of human resurrection referred to the human ‘king’ as its ‘lord’.
His question was answered by Kasha’s explanation as she urgently pulled him to the stable.
‘It’s the first king of the Gillesers dynasty, that ‘king’.’
‘The first king of the Gillesers dynasty?’
It was an unexpected statement, but definitely an explanation that made sense.
Although there are hardly any records left about the first king of the small country of Gillesers, he had heard tales that the king gained magical powers through a contract with a demon.
Just the fact that Kasha, who inherited the Gillesers dynasty’s bloodline, could break the seal on the demon’s Mastone was enough to make the story credible.
‘How did you figure that out just from seeing a single torn sheet?’
‘Among some of the historical materials I found in Gillistin Castle… it was torn from a book tucked in there. A collection of anecdotes titled .’
‘No way…! Then, does that mean the resurrection ritual is really possible?’
Leon’s face instantly turned grave. It was true that the Gillesers dynasty possessed outstanding magical power, and their relationship with the demon’s Mastone was also true.
Then could this absurd resurrection ritual also be possible?
‘Resurrecting Prince Arthur…’
Just the thought sent chills down his spine.
Prince Arthur was the half-brother of Crown Prince Nigel and was once a strong candidate for the crown prince position. His death was the trigger for the downfall of Grand Duke Osilote.
Of course, even if Prince Arthur is resurrected now, he would not be able to stand against Nigel, who has already solidified the power structure.
But the problem was that his father, Grand Duke Osilote, had become a madman who lost his ability to make rational judgments.
He was previously consumed by resentment that if only Prince Arthur had been alive, he would not have faced such a downfall.
And someone instigated him, saying that Prince Arthur could be resurrected. The current Grand Duke would jump at that bait without hesitation.
What if, by any chance, that resurrection ritual succeeds? The mere thought gave him goosebumps.
Leon remembered Prince Arthur. He was a very innocent and intelligent young child. He was too precious to meet a miserable death, exploited by the greed of adults.
The very idea of selfishly pulling him out of the rest of his soul for one’s own advancement was appallingly selfish.
The problem was that his current father, Grand Duke Osilote, was someone who would commit such an act without a second thought.
The Grand Duke’s actions when he came to the mansion as if attacking it just now also supported that concern.
‘The corpse of a dead human and body parts from three innocent humans.’
The necessary preparations for the ritual.
As soon as the Grand Duke saw Eve, he yanked out her hair.
‘It must have been to obtain body parts from three innocent humans.’
That was also why he ransacked the bedrooms of Leon and Anthony. To obtain their hair.
Grand Duke Osilote was truly a consistent person. In the sense that he would abandon human morality or conscience without the slightest hesitation for his own purposes.
He intended to use his three children for a demonic ritual to resurrect Prince Arthur. A madman like him wouldn’t care about the consequences.
‘Of course, even before he went mad, Father wasn’t much different.’
Just as various thoughts were tangled up in Leon’s mind.
‘The ritual will fail.’
As if reading his worries and anxieties, Kasha suddenly spoke while saddling the horse.
‘How do you know that… And if so, do we really need to rush there like this?’
At Leon’s question, conflict appeared on Kasha’s small face. After the saddle was secured, she hesitated to mount the horse right away and finally opened her mouth.
‘He will probably… die. Your father.’
Kasha’s deep, sunken eyes met Leon’s shocked eyes straight on.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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