A Fallen Holy Knight Is Obsessed With Me (12 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
Would anyone else even imagine that such a noble and composed face could twist like that?
Kasha calmly continued.
“I was researching confiscated magic and magic stones when, by chance… I discovered this. I… have nothing to gain by cursing you.”
Even in the face of his menacing smile, Kasha’s gaze did not waver at all.
Their tense gazes locked. Neither looked away first, so they stared intently into each other’s faces for dozens of seconds.
Trying to read the truth, emotion, or confession hidden within.
Breaking through that silence, Kasha opened her mouth.
She had to say something more—before he left.
“I….”
That all I want is to help you?
But in truth, she was essentially using him to track down the mastermind who had acquired the magic stones. The words stuck in her throat. Kasha bit her lip.
Why hesitate? This life, I vowed to do what I want.
Speak your truth.
“I….”
As if urging her to continue, he raised his platinum eyebrows.
“I hope you find happiness.”
That was Kasha’s honest sentiment—the one that, in her previous life, never reached him.
Would this time be different? Would he finally receive her sincerity, or would he once again reject her and walk his solitary path alone?
At her words, his face twitched—contorting almost mockingly.
Just then, the curtain rustled briskly.
“Kasha. I’m coming in.”
It was Dariel. The moment the curtain was about to part, Lion firmly held it closed. Realizing his entry was blocked, Dariel burst into anger.
“What on earth are you two doing in there? She’s my younger sister—and barely nineteen!”
Whether Dariel ranted or not, Lion refused to release the curtain. Instead, with his free hand, he pulled something from his uniform’s front pocket and held it out to Kasha.
A pristine white handkerchief edged in gold, embroidered with Lion’s initials.
“Your… neck. Cover it.”
“…….”
Only then did Kasha touch her throat. The burning sensation still lingered. There must be a severe mark.
Without a word, she took the handkerchief and quickly wrapped it around her neck. As soon as she finished hiding the evidence, she looked at him again, resolute.
“Come find me.”
“…….”
Yet Lion only looked down at her, still seeming to sneer. At last, he muttered lowly,
“We’ll see soon enough what I should trust—and what I must shatter.”
No sooner had the threat-laced declaration ended than he released the curtain. The moment it parted, Dariel appeared behind it.
“What is the meaning of this? A man and woman, alone together for so long…!”
“My apologies.”
Lion clearly had no intention of listening to Dariel’s reproach. Cutting his words off sharply, he left the balcony without a backward glance at Kasha.
It was the exact same departure as in her previous life—the cold, abandoned exit she remembered all too well.
“Who does that Lion fellow think he is? I thought he was decent, given his reputation… Wait—Kasha! What’s with that handkerchief?”
Grumbling toward him, Dariel suddenly turned to Kasha—and froze.
Kasha remained silent, fiddling with the handkerchief wrapped around her neck.
Some things had changed since her regression.
Whether that change was for the better, she couldn’t be sure.
‘I’ll have to believe there’s still hope.’
“What on earth… were you two doing…?”
Whatever Dariel was imagining, his muttering grew increasingly conflicted.
But Kasha paid him no mind. She stepped out of the balcony.
Rustle.
The moment she pushed aside the curtain, she felt all eyes in the hall lock onto her—
especially onto the handkerchief wrapped around her neck.
“Oh my. What’s this? Isn’t that the handkerchief issued only to the Holy Knights?”
“Don’t tell me—Lord Lion…? No way!”
“But they were alone on the balcony just moments ago….”
“What’s going on here?”
“I heard there were marriage talks between the Grand Ducal House and the Tyroite Ducal House….”
The stares grew sharp—tongues already poised to tear into her.
Somewhere among them would be Odette’s gaze as well.
Click. Click.
Leaving them behind, Kasha strode the length of the hall,
savoring the startled looks directed at her—
this time, unharmed, unbroken, unlike before.
‘For now, that’s enough to begin with.’
Gazing up at the mansion’s glittering lights, she murmured to herself.
[This is the timeline separator]“Still… no letters arrived today—from anywhere?”
More than a week had passed since Miss Kasha attended the Duke’s ball.
And ever since that night, every afternoon she asked Sena the same question:
Had any letters arrived for her?
Each time, Sena had to shake her head, beads of cold sweat forming.
‘Poor thing. She must be waiting for invitations from other nobles…’
After her debutante ball, a few families connected to the Lyuschno comital house had at least sent formal invitations out of courtesy. But this time, as if by unspoken agreement, everyone stayed silent.
‘She looked quite lovely that night, too…’
Sena regarded her mistress with pity.
Whether Kasha noticed Sena’s concern or not, she kept her nose buried in the papers on her desk, not even lifting her head.
‘Is she deeply disappointed? Or… is she waiting for him?’
Sena approached Kasha cautiously.
“My lady, shall I ask Chef Hoxen to prepare some pudding as a snack?”
“Yes.”
At least her appetite had improved lately—that was a small comfort.
In the past, she’d nibble a little salad and call it a meal, but recently she cleaned every plate brought to her.
‘They say when someone changes suddenly, it means their time is near…’
Sena left the room with a grimace—but returned in a hurry not long after.
“Is the pudding ready already?”
Kasha looked up.
“No, my lady—it’s… he’s here!”
Sena’s face glowed with excitement.
“Who’s here?”
Kasha turned, still wearing her spectacles.
“The one you’ve been waiting for!”
Out of breath from rushing up the stairs, Sena panted.
‘Could it be… Lion?’
Kasha shot to her feet.
“Is it really him?”
“Yes! He’s waiting in the parlor. Shall I accompany you down?”
“Yes. Ah—wait.”
Kasha removed her glasses and glanced at herself.
She’d spent several nights poring over blueprints and research notes—her appearance was a mess.
She regretted refusing Sena’s offer to help her dress properly that morning.
Sena instantly understood from Kasha’s expression and declared resolutely,
“Don’t worry, my lady!”
Sena truly was a capable maid.
Kasha thought this as she surveyed her transformed self.
In that brief time, Sena had perfectly managed her makeup, hair, and changed her clothes. Kasha felt almost guilty, remembering how, in her past life, her indifference as a mistress had left Sena unable to showcase such skill.
‘Besides, Lion came looking for me sooner than expected.’
A week had passed since that night. She was eager to see what answer Lion had brought.
Unconsciously, Kasha tried to relax her stiffened expression—she was more nervous than she’d realized.
‘We’ll see soon enough what I should trust—and what I must shatter.’
Recalling his eyes—burning with unmistakable fury—still sent a chill through her chest.
Yet, at the same time, she found herself absurdly imagining just how brilliantly he might shine today.
Finally, she descended the stairs and the spacious parlor came into view.
In the center sat a tall man on the sofa. Sunlight streamed through the window behind him, casting only his silhouette in stark relief.
Thump.
Suddenly, her heart responded—recalling that night at the ball, the heat of his hand tracing her spine on the balcony.
‘Was I really that shocked back then?’
Kasha dismissed her own reaction as fear and took a slow, deep breath.
Just then—
the man on the sofa turned to look back.
“Ah, Kasha. There you are.”
His tone was as if he were the host and she the guest paying him a visit.
Arrogant and self-absorbed, his gesture oozed conceit.
Simon Blanch.
Not Lion.
Kasha stopped dead in her tracks.
She glanced back at Sena trailing behind her.
Her eyes clearly asked, “What’s going on?”—but Sena merely blinked, puzzled.
‘…Well, the old me would’ve run to Simon barefoot the moment he arrived.’
Frowning slightly, Kasha thought to herself,
‘Now that I think of it—today is that day.’
In her previous life, on this very day,
after suffering irreparable wounds at the Duke’s ball, Simon had come to visit her. She had seen him as her sole savior—the only one who hadn’t abandoned her.
And so, in front of his gentle coaxing, she’d foolishly sobbed like a child. Simon had patted her back as she cried, performing every dramatic gesture with practiced flair.
As before—but especially after that day—their relationship had tilted unmistakably in his favor.
Terrified Simon might leave her too, Kasha had done anything he asked.
She never questioned what his requested magic artifacts were truly for. She simply obeyed everything—to please him, to become indispensable.
Only after he’d dealt her a crushing betrayal did the realization finally dawn:
The man before her was nothing but a hollow, arrogant, and sinister villain.
She could still vividly recall his sharp boot crushing her beneath it just before her execution.
Rage surged—her fists clenched tight, nails digging into her palms.
She wanted nothing more than to repay him with equal suffering. If she couldn’t do that, at least she wished to send that detestable face away immediately—without having to look at it.
‘But our fates are already deeply entangled. Avoiding Simon now is impossible. Then the wisest course is to extract some clue about the mastermind from him.’
Kasha barely steadied her resolve.
“Kasha. What are you standing there for? Come sit with me.”
His voice dripped with feigned warmth—polite in tone yet arrogantly refusing to rise from the sofa.
‘Simon Blanch. Such an entrance—so perfectly you.’
Kasha let out a crooked smile.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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It’s cute that he is taking care of her, also confused what to do next.
The father is very disappointing. I wondered if he had married his wife out of obligation, as she was a saintess, and now that she is gone, he is going down a spiral.
This chapter was just frustrating, only enemies trying to scheme against our couple