A Fallen Holy Knight Is Obsessed With Me (12 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 8
At the unexpected reply, everyone was left utterly dumbfounded.
That included Odette, who had been glaring venomously, and even Lion, who had remained composed until now.
“…Why?”
This time, it was Lion who asked, a beat too late.
The onlookers also leaned in, bewildered, ears pricked—but her answer defied all their expectations.
“Because I don’t need your pity.”
“……!”
Kasha took a short breath.
Then, with unwavering precision, she continued speaking clearly toward the immaculate prince standing right before her.
“I am not so pitiful a person that I must accept a dance merely out of someone’s sympathy, Lord Lion.”
‘Because I’m no longer helpless or weak.’
Kasha swallowed the rest of her words.
For an instant, a crack appeared across the icy visage of Holy Knight Lion.
He looked utterly caught off guard.
Seeing that expression, Kasha nearly burst into laughter despite herself.
‘I’ve only ever seen you cold or slightly unhinged. But this look of yours… isn’t bad at all.’
Wanting to see that face just a little longer, she found herself adding a few more words without thinking.
“Don’t ever… pity someone carelessly, Holy Knight.”
“…….”
“Or else… something terrible might happen.”
With a slight, knowing lift of one corner of her lips, Kasha finished her sentence.
Then, without a hint of hesitation, she turned away.
She had no intention of repeating her reunion with Lion in front of those foolish nobles, turning it into a dull, tiresome spectacle.
Their conversation needed to be private and discreet—because what she truly wanted was to strip away the mask of the perfect holy knight and meet the raw, unfiltered Lion to forge a genuine alliance.
‘So please, Lion, I hope you take my provocation.’
Silence fell around them, heavy as death.
Watching the stunned faces—like people who’d absentmindedly kicked a cat only to have it bite their finger—Kasha slowly walked off the stage.
[This is the timeline separator]“Kasha. There you are.”
While seeking a quiet balcony to clear her head, Dariel found her.
“…What about Lady Margaret?”
“I had her seen by the duke’s personal physician. They said she wasn’t seriously hurt, so she’s already gone home by carriage. I promised to visit Viscountess Yonder tomorrow.”
“…….”
“What reckless, thoughtless idiots! Honestly, these days noble children only ever think of themselves!”
Dariel grumbled to himself.
He hadn’t even considered that Margaret might have been deliberately targeted as part of someone else’s scheme.
He probably assumed she’d merely been accidentally shoved into the center of the ballroom during the crowd’s commotion.
Those born strong never consider the plight of the weak.
And the weak desperately conceal their plight—it’s a matter of dignity.
Thus, they run on parallel paths, misunderstanding each other for life.
Just as Kasha and Dariel once had.
Just as Kasha and Lion once had.
Kasha leaned against the balcony railing, wearing a cold smile.
Seeing her expression, Dariel paused belatedly.
“…What’s wrong?”
“Don’t… step forward, brother.”
“…What do you mean?”
“If you ever… witness such a situation again, don’t loudly ask if she’s alright… and don’t rage about who did it.”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“Because that… would only make her feel even more wretched.”
“But I—”
“Lady Margaret… isn’t a fool.”
“……?”
“But even clever people… can be made to seem foolish… if someone orchestrates it.”
Stunned by her unexpected words, Dariel instinctively looked up—and jumped in surprise.
Kasha’s eyes burned fiercely.
“So don’t go playing the gallant knight recklessly.”
“K-Kasha…”
“If you truly… want to help her… be her strength. So that even when you’re not there… she won’t be made to look like a fool.”
“But how…?”
“Well, thanks to your actions today, your feelings toward Lady Margaret… will likely be known throughout high society by tomorrow.”
Though Kasha spoke calmly, Dariel’s face slowly turned red upon hearing her words.
His flustered, almost innocent expression softened Kasha’s features just a little.
Just then—
Knock, knock.
Someone tapped lightly on the balcony wall from outside.
When Dariel drew back the curtain, the person Kasha had been waiting for appeared.
“Lord Lion Aranias?”
Dariel murmured, puzzled.
At the same moment, a man in a white uniform stepped firmly onto the balcony.
“Viscount Lyuschno. It’s been a while.”
“Yes, Your Highness. It has indeed been some time.”
“Please call me Lion. I prefer being addressed by name.”
“Ah, yes. Lord Lion. What brings you here?”
“If it’s not too much trouble… might I have a brief word with your younger sister?”
Taken aback by the request, Dariel faltered.
Why would this extraordinary man seek out his younger sister so suddenly?
And even beyond that, it was the first time anyone of noble birth had ever asked to be left alone with her in such a setting—so he stuttered, momentarily thrown off balance.
“Well, uh… what’s this about…?”
“I seem to have made a mistake earlier with Lady Katyana, and I’d like to apologize.”
“A mistake? What kind of mistake…?”
“Brother.”
Kasha cut him off before his interrogation could continue.
“It’ll probably just take a moment. Isn’t that right… Lord Lion?”
“…Of course.”
Though her words were slightly awkward, they were precise and clear—and Lion quietly nodded in agreement.
Dariel hesitated briefly but, finding no good reason to refuse, reluctantly left.
“I’ll wait… right outside the balcony, Kasha.”
He added that while staring straight at Lion.
“…….”
Now alone on the balcony.
A late-spring breeze drifted through from outside, gently brushing Kasha’s bangs.
The deeper she gazed into Lion’s violet eyes, the more sharply Ardiaril’s regret welled within her.
Standing beneath the moonlight with him like this brought back memories of the nights they’d shared in the ruined cathedral—those cruel, lonely hours that had forged a strange kinship between them.
It had felt like two castaways clinging together at the edge of the world.
‘I haven’t forgotten a single word you told me back then, Lion.’
Kasha thought.
‘I remember clearly just how unhappy your life has been.’
Even if you remember none of it yourself.
‘And perhaps… that’s a blessing for you.’
Kasha smiled bitterly.
The emotions now flickering in her eyes were of a kind Lion could scarcely fathom.
His trembling pupils betrayed his inner confusion.
Softening her lips just slightly to reassure him, Kasha spoke.
“You said you had something to say.”
Only then did he seem to remember why he’d come, pausing in slight surprise.
“Yes. Earlier, I unintentionally caused you discomfort. I felt I owed you an apology.”
“…….”
When Kasha offered no reply to his apology, Lion fell silent for a moment.
He seemed to have something he wanted to ask—but was waiting for her to speak first.
Ting-a-ling. Ta-raaan.
Just then, lute and flute music began drifting from the ballroom.
The next dance had apparently begun.
Suddenly, Kasha stepped right up to Lion.
He looked slightly startled but didn’t retreat.
Their chests nearly touched.
They stood so close that, if they listened carefully, they could hear each other’s breathing.
Kasha opened her mouth.
“Shall we… dance?”
Only after a brief moment did he realize she’d just asked him to dance—and his eyes narrowed slightly.
“Here… now?”
“Yes.”
“You refused my invitation earlier.”
“Because then… it was pity.”
“…Meaning I’m not pitiful now?”
“Of course not… How could I possibly pity someone like you, a Grand Duke and a Holy Knight?”
Lion gazed down wordlessly at the pale-faced woman speaking to him in an awkward tone, yet teasing him all the same.
When he simply stood there, Kasha waited no longer—she boldly reached out her hand.
He flinched in surprise as her cold fingers met his gloved ones.
Kasha herself tensed slightly.
Touching Lion’s body—cursed with lust—was as dangerous as thrusting one’s hand into a kettle of boiling water.
Yet fully aware of the risk, she intended to provoke him deliberately—more aggressively now than even before her regression.
‘Only then can I meet the real you hidden behind the mask of the noble holy knight… and I have something crucial to discuss with that version of you.’
Ignoring his visible resistance, Kasha firmly gripped his hand—and went further, wrapping her arm around his waist.
She could feel him stiffen even more.
But Kasha didn’t yield, taking the first step herself.
Ta-raaan. Ting.
The lute’s melody filtered softly through the thick curtains, and the moonlight was beautiful.
Facing him—rigid yet solid and warm—made her feel as if she’d stepped back into her memories from before the regression.
The beautiful Holy Knight. Herself, blushing and gazing at him as if entranced.
And Lion, who had ultimately and ruthlessly pushed her away before vanishing.
That memory, long scarred over in her heart like hardened scab, could finally be overcome completely now.
Because she now understood how desperately he must have fought in that moment to hide his own lust.
In fact, she almost pitied his stubbornness—how he’d refused to let go of her hand and insisted on finishing the dance despite everything.
Meanwhile, Lion, gazing down at Kasha’s distant expression, found himself moving naturally along with her without realizing it.
Matching his steps to her clumsy, unskilled lead, gently steadying her whenever she stumbled.
Carefully suppressing the subtle twitch of his brow each time he sensed her body heat or caught her scent.
Sharpening every nerve in his body just to conceal his increasingly unsteady posture.
Above the two, each concealing their own thoughts and desires, the bright moon shone down.
And finally—
Ta-raaan.
“Waaah—!”
With a burst of cheers, the music ended.
The moment it stopped, Lion hastily pulled away from her—as if he couldn’t bear even one more second of contact.
But before he could retreat further, Kasha’s hand caught his.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male 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