Can an Enemy Become Salvation? (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Ivenel slowly looked around.
The tiered stands encircling the circular arena were packed with people, all dressed in attire reminiscent of knights—just like Demil.
As if they had been waiting solely for her appearance, the silence that had reigned moments before vanished, replaced by indistinguishable cries—cheers or jeers—echoing from every direction.
Even amidst the deafening noise, Ivenel remained composed. Soon, her gaze locked onto a man seated at the highest point directly opposite her.
He looked down at her with legs crossed leisurely and his chin resting on the armrest.
His deep purple hair, black eyes, and the undone buttons of his upper garment—as if the chilly air posed no issue—suited him remarkably well.
Though his attire was lavish and refined, it somehow carried an air of roguishness.
He was a man impossible to define in a single word—yet if arrogance were to take human form, it might well resemble him. And yet, he exuded such an aura that one would readily accept even that notion without question.
Despite the distance between them, she could distinctly feel his eyes raking over her from head to toe, causing Ivenel’s brow to furrow slightly.
‘It feels as if a snake is crawling all over my body.’
The man slowly raised his right hand. With that simple gesture—as though demonstrating the power he wielded—the entire audience fell instantly silent.
The moment their sharp black eyes met, a languid voice reached Ivenel’s ears.
“Everyone here was eagerly anticipating the sight of Lady Ivenel’s tearful, helpless face—but you’ve disappointed us greatly by failing to meet those expectations.”
“Is that so.”
Her calm, detached reply—as if discussing someone else’s affair—rendered the man’s provocative words meaningless, and his eyes darkened instantly. At that moment, a noble standing beside him raised his voice sharply.
“Lady Ivenel Istella, show proper respect to His Imperial Majesty.”
‘So that man is the Emperor.’
He was the male protagonist of this infamous novel—the Emperor of the Caries Empire, Suhel de Leu Sha Caries. Immediately upon ascending the throne, he had firmly placed Aodin beneath his heel.
His appearance, where elegance and cruelty coexisted, instantly confirmed his role as the protagonist. His very presence declared him an emperor who compelled everyone to bow before him.
‘I don’t know the first thing about showing proper respect.’
Though some might assume her rigid posture reflected mere stubborn pride, in truth, Ivenel felt it was a rather unfair misunderstanding.
Judging by the atmosphere, this clearly wasn’t a situation for an ordinary self-introduction.
‘But do I really have any reason to comply?’
Her fate had already been decided. She had nothing left to lose.
Thus, she couldn’t bring herself to speak politely to someone who, upon their very first meeting, showed not even the barest minimum of courtesy.
“If you wish to receive my greeting, you should first explain why you summoned me here immediately upon my arrival at the palace. At the very least, that’s what I understand as proper etiquette.”
Though the spectators’ eyes grew far fiercer than before at her words, Ivenel’s gaze remained fixed steadily and impassively on Suhel.
As if nothing he could say would ever leave even the slightest mark on her.
Breaking through that silence came Suhel’s hearty laughter—but not a trace of genuine joy or amusement colored his voice.
Even that cold, contrasting laughter soon ceased, and he slowly spoke again.
“I’ve always thought them a despicable and cowardly lot—but how can they so brazenly ask for help? To impulsively send Lady Ivenel here over some thoughtless remark… Should I call Aodin’s Emperor foolish, or merely naive? Ah, perhaps the same goes for your family as well.”
Hearing him mention House Istella, Ivenel paid closer attention.
“He once aligned himself with the Emperor and made utterly unreasonable demands. But now, having lost his power, he’s reduced to the state of a dog that chased a chicken and came up empty.”
Each word he uttered dripped thick with contempt for Aodin—and that emotion seeped deep into Ivenel’s bones, as one of Aodin’s own.
It felt as if his malice could slice her skin right off.
‘Is this all unfolding exactly as the novel dictates?’
She had only heard a brief summary from her younger sister and thus didn’t know the exact dialogue exchanged between the extra character and the Emperor, nor how the original Ivenel had reacted.
Yet judging by the current atmosphere, her death seemed destined to proceed exactly as written in the novel.
“You asked why I brought you here? Beheading you the moment you arrived has simply lost its charm. So I’ve prepared a new form of entertainment—something everyone can enjoy.”
Finally signaling the start, Suhel snapped his fingers lightly. Simultaneously, a grating, rusty metallic screech echoed from another entrance barred by iron bars.
From within came an indistinct, beast-like sound—not quite animal, yet unmistakably monstrous.
Goosebumps prickled Ivenel’s arms, but the spectators erupted into cheers, their faces alight with anticipation for the spectacle soon to unfold.
‘So it begins.’
Suhel’s black eyes remained fixed on Ivenel, whose composure surpassed even his expectations.
‘How strange.’
Her indifferent gaze—as if she already knew exactly what awaited her—irritated him immensely. It stirred in him an almost immediate desire to see her crimson eyes drenched in blood, her entire body soaked red.
“I do hope you’ll entertain us well. Who knows—you might even earn Aodin some favor from me if you please me enough. So do your best—for your homeland’s sake.”
Despite his words of “hope,” his lips curled with mockery—and everyone present shared that same sentiment.
Not a single person there believed Ivenel would survive.
They all knew what lay beyond that iron gate.
“Miss?”
Ivenel, trying to manage her rising tension as she watched the entrance, jumped at the voice suddenly sounding right beside her and turned around.
Lia, whom she had clearly instructed to wait outside, stood there.
“Why are you here?”
“I heard people shouting and got worried about you, Miss.”
“Leave quickly.”
“What?”
With no time to explain, Ivenel grabbed Lia and headed toward the entrance they’d come through—but it was already firmly locked.
Ivenel urgently called out to Suhel.
“Please open the gate. Let Lia—my maid—go.”
“Is that really necessary?”
“I’m more than enough on my own. She merely followed me…”
“Then consider yourselves bound by fate. Dying alongside one’s master is an honor, after all.”
“That’s absurd—”
She never intended for Lia to be dragged into this. Yet cruelly, at Suhel’s gesture, the iron gate blocking the opposite entrance began sliding open.
Through the darkness emerged a massive, black-shrouded beast, slowly revealing its form.
[This is the timeline separator]“A-Ah, Miss, that thing…”
‘So that’s a demon beast.’
For Ivenel, who had only recently awakened in this world, this was her first time seeing a demon beast in person. Yet even if she’d known about it beforehand, she doubted it would have made any difference.
Because this feeling couldn’t possibly be summed up by the simple word “fear.”
Its shape resembled a wolf, yet everything—from its sheer size onward—differed entirely from anything she’d ever known.
‘It transcends the very concept of “beast.”’
At least five times larger than an ordinary wolf, it was entirely covered in black fur. Its bared, razor-sharp fangs and menacing red eyes instinctively forced one to step backward.
One bite—whether to the neck or any part of the body—would surely tear it clean off.
But the demon beast before her wasn’t what mattered most to Ivenel. She had to get Lia out of this place immediately.
“Let Lia go!”
Despite her forceful demand, Suhel merely watched with leisurely amusement, chin resting on the armrest as if enjoying a theatrical performance.
Meanwhile, having spotted its prey, the demon beast growled and turned its gaze toward the two of them. It hadn’t charged yet—likely assessing their strength while remaining cautious.
“They say Caries captures demon beasts alive—looks like that’s true. What do we do now?”
Lia, finally grasping the situation, trembled with fear and stood helplessly. She never imagined they’d subject even Ivenel to such extreme cruelty.
Watching the two huddled together, the Emperor scoffed and spoke.
“Oh, I suppose I should at least give you weapons. Whether you use them or not is entirely up to you.”
Several weapons were tossed into the arena where the two stood: various swords, a bow with arrows, and even a gun.
“The only way to survive is to enter through the same gate the demon beast emerged from. Don’t bore us by dying too quickly, Lady Ivenel.”
Ivenel didn’t hear Suhel’s mocking tone implying she was doomed anyway. This was beyond anything she’d anticipated.
Lia being dragged into it too.
‘I was supposed to die alone. Could it be… that wasn’t the case after all?’
Ivenel had overlooked a crucial fact. Or perhaps, because of her presence, the original course of events had already changed.
‘Does that mean Lia will die because of me?’
At that moment, the ground trembled as the demon beast, having watched them closely, suddenly charged at high speed.
The original Ivenel would have accepted her end with humility—but with Lia present, everything changed. She couldn’t let her suffer such a horrific fate because of her.
“Run!”
Grabbing Lia’s frozen hand, Ivenel desperately sprinted in the opposite direction. The spectators roared with excitement, each shouting loudly.
“Oh, dodge it!”
“Run faster!”
It was no different from watching racehorses at a racetrack.
Though the circular arena was spacious, two defenseless individuals stood no chance of escaping the demon beast. Leaping high into the air, it easily cleared over their heads and landed ahead, blocking their path.
Ivenel, still holding Lia’s hand as they ran, had no choice but to stop dead in her tracks.
Drooling and baring its fangs threateningly, the demon beast looked ready to attack at any second.
‘So it really is unfolding just as in the novel.’
The demon beast soon pushed off the ground and lunged toward them. Seeing this, Lia mustered all her strength and shoved Ivenel away, determined to save her at any cost.
“It’s dangerous!”
The force sent Ivenel out of the demon beast’s path. By the time she regained her senses and looked back toward Lia, the girl was already completely overpowered by the beast.
“Lia!”
‘What do I do now?’
Just then, Ivenel’s eyes fell upon the gun lying haphazardly on the ground—the only possible tool to break through this situation.
Instinctively, she approached, picked up the revolver, and aimed it at the demon beast.
‘I have to save Lia.’
But despite her resolve, her hands began trembling violently like aspen leaves. Her breathing grew ragged, and her eyes wavered.
And before Ivenel, gun in hand, appeared not the menacing demon beast—but Aran, drenched in blood.
“Aran…”
Then, an unknown voice spoke to her.
“Why pick up the gun? For what purpose? Your sister is already dead—right before your very eyes.”
“…I can’t do it.”
At that moment, the revolver slipped limply from Ivenel’s hand and clattered to the ground.
“What even are you doing, if you don’t even know how to use a gun?”
“She’s just thrashing about because she wants to live, that’s all.”
“Just die already!”
In that space, no one existed who could pull her from the abyss of despair.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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what a refreshing story,a strong and smart female lead
curious about the girl now hehe,but what a disaster
its a win win situation for both of them,work together
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“As Your Majesty well knows, I have nothing else to give but my life. My life is
Yo tgis quote is fire. Really demonstrating the true social standing in modern world
During her unconsciousness, something must have happened—her right eye, once cri
Ayo what happened. Is she blind or something or a divine being or whatever
That was why Suhel recognized it immediately—he knew the ability, once called th
So it was true. LETS GO FL IS OP . Lets kill all monsters
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fighting,ah warrior,i like it,dont listen to those whispers