Each member of the imperial royalty and the three great ducal families was endowed with unique powers bestowed by the gods. Among these, the Rochesters possessed overwhelming military might and the ability to discern truth.
However, these powers were not granted from birth but to those who awakened and manifested their abilities.
And…
The responsibility of aiding in the awakening and manifestation of the Rochester heir’s powers fell to the contemporary saint of the family.
The saint and consort of Rochester.
That was how the people of the empire referred to her.
The problem was that I certainly wasn’t her.
“No, not at all.”
The heirs of the Rochester family gradually lost all memories of their childhood as they manifested and awakened their powers.
A divine arrangement for all Rochesters who inevitably had tragic childhoods due to their great powers?
‘So he might not know that I helped manifest his abilities.’
In protecting him at the Penell estate, I inadvertently triggered his powers. However, such a minor issue was but a footnote in the grand history created by great people.
Seven years passed since then.
Seven years of living hidden away from their world.
Just when I thought everything was over, Ricardo nonchalantly stepped back into my life.
Determined not to be enchanted by his beauty, I shook my head, reminding myself not to follow him. That left me with only one choice.
“Lady Penell.”
“Eh?”
Our eyes met as he called out. I felt disappointment, and he seemed intrigued.
“Don’t think of running away. If you don’t want everyone here dead.”
“Ah…”
His nonchalant threat obliterated the only choice I thought I had.
“But why do you want to take me?”
At my question, he slightly frowned.
“I could tell you the reason, but… I don’t see the necessity.”
“Why not?”
“It won’t change anything.”
Having said his piece, he stood up, creating a gust of wind. In desperation, I grabbed his arm.
“Then just one more day, please, just one more day!”
As Ricardo looked intently at the arm I had grabbed, I, startled, quickly withdrew my hand.
“Just give me one more day to prepare for departure.”
If I had to follow him anyway, I needed to get my affairs in order. With no way to escape, the least I could do was inform Harold. Yes, Harold needed to know I was leaving.
“Who’s Harold?”
“Gasp.”
I knew about Ricardo’s ability to discern truth, but I hadn’t realized he could read every thought in someone’s head.
“There’s no need to be so shocked. I only hear the words that are desperately called out.”
He smirked as if he found it amusing.
“So, who is he?”
“A… friend.”
“Not really a friend.”
Right, it made no sense for him to remember Harold, whom I barely recall myself. Besides, Harold was more than a decade older than me, making it hard to call him a friend. As I hesitated to respond, Ricardo nonchalantly shrugged.
“Friend or lover, it doesn’t matter. You’ve always been mine.”
“What do you mean by that…?”
“You were the aide to my awakening. You haven’t forgotten that, have you?”
I clenched my eyes shut, unwilling to believe this reality. The very thing I had tried so hard to avoid seemed to be looming over me with a sharpened edge.
Maybe I was destined to die soon. Burned black in a fire.
“We shall meet again soon.”
He turned away lightly, as if dusting off his clothes, and walked away from my sight. Despite needing to see him out, I stood there, dazed. Watching his retreating back was something I had always been used to.
But you never change, do you, Ricardo?
Leaving behind a hint of regret in his words, he turned away so coldly. Not even allowing for another word.
Even though I knew we would meet again soon, watching Ricardo’s back always made me feel abandoned.
Ever since I first met him, ten years ago.
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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