“I’m going to get out.”
Orlentia looked at the open door, trying to appear calm, but her body was so stiff she couldn’t lift her skirt to jump out. The coach was quite high, making it dangerous.
Seeing Orlentia hesitate, Demidius sighed shortly and extended his hand, but soon waved it off, resting on one leg. He seemed very displeased with the situation.
“Ah! Holding hands must be uncomfortable for you. Then, there’s another way.”
But Orlentia, distracted, barely heard him.
‘Should I grab it? Or just lightly place my hand on the back of his? But then I might lose balance and fall because I’m holding my skirt with one hand.’
Orlentia pondered seriously. She didn’t really want to hold his hand, but it was a matter of basic courtesy. Orlentia, more willful than other young ladies, still cared about her reputation as a well-educated noble.
Then Demidius spoke again.
“…Even if you dislike it, take my arm.”
As Orlentia hesitated, Demidius raised both hands, showing displeasure.
His raised hands seemed like a strong signal. Orlentia, thinking she could manage on her own, jumped down with all her might. It was a do-or-die attempt.
Demidius effortlessly caught Orlentia, who had recklessly jumped from a high place. Her body settled in his arms like a fluttering petal. His firm hand grasped the hem of her dress, and a moment of silence ensued.
The scent of tree bark tickled her nose, the white nape of his neck visible, and his chest, the envy of all men, in full view.
Everything felt unfamiliar.
He held Orlentia firmly and spoke with a teasing voice.
“…How long do you intend to stay in my arms?”
“Ah! That’s right!”
Orlentia’s face flushed with embarrassment. She didn’t want to stay in his embrace a moment longer.
“Let me down!”
Struggling, she abruptly freed herself from Demidius’ arms. She steadied herself and quickly moved away from the coach. After catching her breath, she turned around, only to find the duke’s carriage already speeding away from Shine Street. He didn’t even say goodbye.
The carriage sped off, almost dominating the road.
The Demon Duke, Demidius Belial.
The encounter was truly bizarre, like seeing a mirage in the middle of a desert.
“What was all that? Only weird people on Shine Street.”
Orlentia laughed incredulously in front of the law office.
“Your Grace, Duke Belial!”
“Your Highness, you’re here!”
The knights, full of vigor, bowed deeply upon seeing Demidius. Though they greeted him, they were motionless like statues.
Understandably so.
Demidius Belial possessed such immense magical power that it overwhelmed people’s spirits just by being near them.
Demidius, wide-eyed, recalled the woman who had spoken to him unflinchingly. She seemed unaffected by his presence.
Initially, he thought she was just a madwoman. Sometimes, people with mental disturbances didn’t feel his aura. But she wasn’t one of them. He learned this when he caught her hand as the carriage shook.
Divine power.
The woman had divine power, and it was quite strong, as he felt from her hand.
But it seemed she had no idea about her divine power. Had she known, she wouldn’t have run from the street ruffians; she would have stood her ground.
The woman had clear and pure eyes and made a fair point.
“I have a face that’s hard to forget once seen.”
She was a beautiful woman.
With sunlight scattering off her platinum blonde hair and her noble gold eyes shining, she surely belonged to a renowned family.
Lost in thought about the woman whose name he didn’t even know, Demidius was approached by his aide, Killian.
“Your Grace, where is the weapon you were looking for?”
Hearing Killian’s voice brought Demidius back to reality.
“Ah! It’s not yet complete. Killian, you’ll come to pick it up next week. Making me come all this way. That blacksmith Sol really is something.”
Sol, the blacksmith of Shine Street, was known for not bowing down even to the nobles. His skill was so outstanding that no one dared to criticize him. He was a 40-year veteran in weapon forging, especially renowned for his sabres.
Demidius was currently staying in a townhouse in the capital Geranium, managing parliamentary affairs and monitoring the Empress’s movements. He also happened to have commissioned a sword from the blacksmith.
Killian, sensing the unusual atmosphere around Demidius, cautiously broached a question.
“Your Grace usually would have been angered. Did something happen?”
He was sharp.
Demidius wasn’t thinking about the blacksmith who had turned him away because it wasn’t ready, but about the peculiar woman he had just met.
He was more intrigued by her than angry at the blacksmith, something Killian seemed to have picked up on, typical of their five-year association.
Demidius feigned a cough to appear nonchalant.
“What could have happened? Some flies were annoying me on the way.”
“Flies, Your Grace? What kind?”
“Well, very small ones. And they kept buzzing. They should understand when I speak, but they kept talking back.”
“Sounds like an interesting encounter.”
“No, not really.”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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