A Fallen Holy Knight Is Obsessed With Me (12 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 2
Simon, standing before Kasha, let out a sound as if forcibly suppressing laughter.
“You don’t actually believe that, do you? That ridiculous claim that we’re married? You fool. Did we really exchange vows before a priest or sign a marriage certificate?”
“…….”
“Ugh. This is exactly why you’re such a problem. You know how to craft magical artifacts, sure—but do you know anything about how the world works? Can you even hold a proper conversation?”
He raised his voice in genuine frustration. Kasha’s face slowly twisted in distress.
Am I really that stupid?
But you were the one who said it! You told me, “Kasha, you’re far too shy—I’ll go to the temple alone and file the marriage registration. You just focus on your work. Soon, we’ll go together to greet your father and brother.”
And you even put a ring on my finger. That very ring—the one the guards later tore off, complaining it got in the way during interrogations. Even they scoffed it was too cheap to keep.
Yet, her teeth clenched so tightly they chattered, and still she couldn’t utter a single word. Her throat had locked shut from sheer disbelief.
Whenever she grew anxious or angry, this always happened: she’d either stutter like a fool or fall utterly silent. It likely began with that careless remark Simon once made in a fit of anger:
“When you get all worked up and start rambling nonsense like that… it really grates on me. Honestly, you’d be better off just keeping your mouth shut.”
She already knew everyone looked down on her. But hearing it from Simon—of all people—was a devastating blow. From that moment on, she spoke even less than before, if that was possible.
She focused only on what she could do—the one thing he seemed to value in her: locking herself away in the remote tower laboratory, diligently researching and crafting the magical artifacts Simon demanded.
“You’re truly the best, Kasha. You’re a genius. I love you!”
In that moment, she truly believed the sparkle in his eyes was love.
That was precisely why, when she was suddenly branded a villainess and hunted by the Emperor’s forces, she fled without blaming Simon—simply following wherever he pushed her.
“Kasha. Today’s the day. It’s your execution.”
Simon spoke with unmistakable relief. Kasha strained to lift her dim eyes and look directly at his face—but it was futile.
Truthfully, she’d already understood everything long ago. Ever since he never once sent word during the months she’d been imprisoned and tortured.
The realization that she’d been utterly used—and ultimately betrayed—had crept in slowly, yet painfully.
And now… he wanted her dead? Just like that?
She’d clung to the hope that there’d been some misunderstanding, some hidden circumstance—and for that reason alone, she’d remained loyal to him, enduring all this. Yet here he was, casually speaking of her death as if it meant nothing.
Gritting her teeth, a sharp winter wind suddenly blew through the bars opposite her. With it came an unfamiliar scent that pricked her nose.
‘Flowers?’
A languid yet poisonous fragrance—as if emanating from some venomous bloom.
Snap.
The sound of a fan unfolding came from somewhere nearby. Simon certainly didn’t carry around the delicate folding fans women used.
‘What’s this? Is someone else in this cell right now?’
“Oh. The smell really is foul, isn’t it? Why on earth would you come all the way down here, of all places? Such an esteemed person as yourself. I was going to handle everything myself and confirm it was finished.”
Startled by Simon’s sudden words, Kasha flinched in response.
“Who…?”
But no one answered her question. Simon was now fawning obsequiously over someone in a tone she’d never heard him use before.
“Once this woman is executed, there will be no evidence left. The secret of the mana crystals will be buried with her forever.”
Before Kasha could fully grasp the horrifying truth behind Simon’s words, the dungeon door opened again, and the guards called out her name.
“Katyana Lyuschno. Come out.”
“Where… to?”
“Where else? Onto the executioner’s block.”
The very guard who’d toyed with her battered body for months giggled mockingly as he replied.
“Goodbye, Kasha. You’ve suffered enough. In gratitude for all you’ve done for me, I’ll personally dig your grave.”
Simon’s magnanimous farewell—spoken as if granting a great favor—finally broke through the knot in her throat.
“No! It wasn’t me at all! He made me do everything! I truly knew nothing! Simon Blanch—he’s the one who ordered it all!!”
Thud.
In an instant, searing pain silenced her desperate confession. Simon had kicked her square in the face.
Hot blood instantly flooded her face. On her already broken body, the brutality continued without mercy.
“Since you’re dying anyway, can’t you just go quietly? After all this time playing the gloomy, brooding fool—I had to pretend to care! Do you have any idea how much mental energy that took?! How utterly exhausting it was?!”
And the moment Simon’s boot struck the back of her head, the world plunged into total darkness.
[This is the timeline separator]When she opened her eyes again, her neck was already resting on the execution block.
Rotten eggs, fish, and excrement flew from every direction, leaving foul stains all over her body.
Thousands gathered in the square chanted in unison.
“Die! Die! Die!”
Her ruined eyesight was almost a blessing. Lifting her head from the blurry crowd before her, she gazed up at the sky—utterly cloudless. The outside world she’d longed for so desperately.
That white shape soaring across the sky—was it a bird? Strangely, only the image of that white bird remained perfectly clear.
Trying to forget her fear, she stared fixedly at it—when an utterly unexpected voice reached her ears.
“…I’m sorry, Kasha.”
A middle-aged man’s voice, heavy with sorrow. Kasha flinched.
‘My lord Count?’
Her adoptive father. Could he really be here?
“Father, please come to your senses!”
The next voice was unmistakable.
‘Dariel?’
The Lyuschno family’s eldest son. Her half-brother. The one who had always despised her.
That these two had come to witness her execution… her, the family’s great shame.
Then came Dariel’s voice again.
“I’ve already asked the executioner to make it swift and painless. That’s… all we can do for you now, Kasha Lyuschno.”
His voice—usually so gruff—was now filled with melancholy.
“I truly never understood you to the end. Did we… make you this way?”
“Please step down. The execution will commence shortly.”
At the executioner’s curt command, she heard Dariel supporting his father as they walked away.
“Fa—Father… Broth—Brother…”
Even at the very end, she couldn’t properly call out to them.
A single tear rolled down her filthy cheek, tracing the groove of the execution block.
“No… I didn’t do it. I really didn’t…”
She whispered in a voice barely audible. But no one listened—not now, just as no one ever had throughout her life.
A life no one welcomed. She’d survived by shrinking into herself, hiding away—only to avoid becoming an unwelcome guest.
But had that truly been enough?
Was life really like this?
Now, she was paying the full price for her naivety and foolishness.
Kasha murmured words no one would ever hear.
“Just once more… can’t I have just one more chance?”
Just once more.
Just once more to truly live.
She hadn’t cowered away all this time just for this.
She hadn’t endured every lonely moment just to die like this.
Give me just one more chance.
If I must be a fool, then let me become a true villainess instead.
As a single tear fell and she glanced once more at the sky, she had the strange illusion that her eyes met those of the white bird soaring above.
And in the very next instant—
Thwack.
The executioner’s blade severed her neck.
Her eyes lost their light.
Kasha died on her twenty-first birthday.
[This is the timeline separator]It had definitely happened.
“Hahhk!”
The next moment, Kasha gasped violently, choking.
‘……?’
Every breath filled her nose and mouth with something unfamiliar.
‘What is this?’
A scent both strange and nostalgic. Fresh, fragrant earth.
‘…Earth?’
She jerked her head up—and immediately locked eyes with someone.
A familiar-looking maid in uniform, staring at her with wide-eyed astonishment.
“Oh… Miss? Why are you lying here like this?”
The name of that maid—was it…
“Sena?”
At the name that reflexively spilled from Kasha’s lips, the maid’s brown eyes widened even further.
“Oh my! Miss… you know my name?”
“…….”
Seeing Sena’s stunned expression, Kasha grew even more flustered.
Sena was a maid in the Lyuschno household. Why was she here? Had she come with the Count to watch the execution?
No—more importantly…
‘I can see.’
Sena’s round face and the freckles dotting her nose were crystal clear before her.
‘And this place…’
She looked around.
She wasn’t on the execution block. This place was…
‘The Lyuschno estate garden?’
The place she’d lived from age twelve to nineteen—the capital mansion owned by Count Lyuschno, who’d taken her in as his daughter after her mother’s death.
‘How on earth is this possible?’
Slowly, she sat up—then froze.
All the numbness, the missing limbs she’d lost to torture—every finger, every toe, every sensation had returned.
She immediately kicked off her shoes and counted each of her ten toes one by one.
“They’re fine…!”
Still murmuring dazedly, she noticed Sena’s horrified stare at her bizarre behavior.
To Kasha, that look was all too familiar.
Discomfort. Disappointment. Pity—or disgust.
People had always looked at her with those tangled emotions. And each time, she’d shrunk back further into herself.
But this time, clarity struck her like lightning. Kasha asked Sena,
“How… old am I right now?”
Her awkward phrasing was nothing new to Sena.
After all, Kasha, the Lyuschno household’s troublesome young lady, had always been like this—gloomy, eccentric, doing the most incomprehensible things.
‘Heavens… has she forgotten even her own age now?’
Unable to mask her stiff expression, Sena barely managed a reply.
“You turned nineteen half a year ago, didn’t you?”
Huh. Kasha clapped a dirt-caked hand over her mouth. The rich smell of soil stung her nose.
Nineteen. Early summer of her nineteenth year.
‘I’ve gone back in time.’
A shiver raced down her spine.
She sprang up from the dirt ground.
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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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
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Even if his father was selfish and incompetent, Lion still wished not to end up
Leon is a kind person, raising his siblings instead of his father and still wanting not to hate him.
“Shut your mouth, you idiot.”
He sucks as a father, what good did he do for his family.
‘He’s not the type to slander someone without cause.’
Well I think he’s suspicious. I don’t trust him at all.
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Blairwoods
It’s funny how people can easily judge other people personality as weird just bcs they have standards of normal? If she was awkward and shy, then she was weird?