Die If I Can't Marry Off My Favorite (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14
Eleven o’clock at night. Most people would already be asleep by now.
“Oh dear, my whole body aches.”
I patted my stiff shoulders and lower back and returned to my room on the third floor of the research building.
Today marked my second week working as a monster caretaker.
For the past two weeks, I’d been walking the puppies four times a day as a bare minimum, plus additional training and play sessions—now even walking properly felt exhausting.
But I still couldn’t go to bed yet.
Instead of flopping onto my bed, I sat at my desk and pulled out my sewing kit. To keep our puppies happily entertained tomorrow, I needed to prepare a large batch of sturdy toys in advance.
I picked up several thick pieces of fabric and laughed like a mad scientist.
“Heheheh… I swear on everything I have—I’ll raise you all into the finest puppies ever. My Cuty, Tiny, Awesome little doggies…”
I gripped a small piece of chalk and poured all my heart into sketching a design onto the fabric. Then it suddenly hit me.
Wait—am I getting my priorities completely backwards here?
[This is the timeline separator]For the past two weeks, I’d completely forgotten about Asperan.
“Grrrrgh…”
Groaning as if my throat were being squeezed, I slammed my forehead against my tightly clenched fists. The sharp pain made my skull ring dizzily.
Startled by their guardian’s sudden self-inflicted torment, our Sammeomma—having decided to call them collectively by that name after gathering Cuty, Tiny, and Awesome together—abruptly stopped playing and swarmed toward me.
My sweet, adorable little ones. Look how worried they are about their mama.
I gently stroked each whimpering pup in turn. Reassured, Sammeomma soon resumed dashing across the snowy field to play again.
Watching them, an involuntary smile of contentment spread across my face.
‘Just a week ago, they were huddled nervously in the corner of the playground.’
In fact, during the first two days after being released from their enclosure, they’d hardly dared approach me at all—except for Awesome, who’d met me first in the corridor.
Now they joyfully rolled in the snow, chewed toys to pieces, and showed off affection, begging for pets.
So overjoyed was I by this progress that I’d poured all my heart and soul into Sammeomma…
And thus completely shoved Asperan to the back of my mind.
‘This won’t do.’
I clenched my fists tightly. I needed to snap out of this, earn Asperan’s trust as quickly as possible, build a close rapport, and secure a position among his inner circle.
Until now,
1. Care diligently for the Moonlight Wolf Puppies.
2. Asperan becomes pleased.
3. Gain Asperan’s favor and become his closest confidant.
4. Use that privileged position to push forward Asperan’s marriage.
5. Asperan holds a happy wedding, and I’m freed from my death sentence!
That vague plan had driven me so far—but things were different now. I’d approach this more strategically.
I rummaged through a supply box tucked in the corner of the pergola and pulled out a notebook and a pen.
I’d brought them along just in case when decorating the pergola, but they’d remained untouched until now—shiny and brand new.
I opened the notebook and wrote on the first page: “Project: Marry Off My Favorite—Survive, Possessor!”
“Hmm…”
Good, good. Now I finally felt like I was getting somewhere.
Feeling proud, I turned to the next page and wrote, “Goal 1: Become His Closest Confidant,” underlining it twice with firm strokes. Now it was time to draft a concrete plan.
‘Let’s see. To become his closest confidant, I need to see him often.’
After all, the more you see someone, the closer you grow.
Yet for the past two weeks, I hadn’t met Asperan even once.
If this continued, my presence in Asperan’s mind would gradually fade until I became just another “Servant #1.”
That couldn’t happen. I had to cling to As like a cicada on an old tree—mimicking his top three confidants.
I sketched a crude drawing in the corner of my notebook showing myself tightly binding As’s limbs and sank into deep thought.
‘There are plenty of excuses to meet Asperan regularly—I’m a servant acting under his direct orders. But to persuade him, I first need to see him face-to-face…’
How exactly does one request an audience with a sovereign ruler?
Should I submit a formal petition? And if so, to whom would I submit it?
I scratched my forehead vigorously with the tip of my pen.
“This is tough…”
“What’s tough, may I ask?”
At that moment, a gentle baritone cut through my worries. I flinched and quickly looked up.
“!”
A familiar face stood just outside the fence.
It was Canis, one of Asperan’s top three confidants—the embodiment of “Might.”
“Oh, Canis…”
Just as I was about to greet him warmly after such a long time apart, I suddenly glanced down at the sketch I’d been doodling.
Thanks to my mad genius, both As and I were rendered with such realism that even a passing dog could instantly recognize us.
If anyone saw this drawing and word reached Asperan, I’d be accused of harboring sinister intentions toward His Majesty…
And banished on the spot!
In a flash faster than light, I shoved the notebook under a cushion lying around in the pergola.
Then, feigning perfect innocence, I walked out beyond the fence to greet my guest.
“Sir Canis! Long time no see. What brings you here?”
“Yes, it has been a while, Miss Shuria. I happened to pass by and thought I’d drop in—to see how you’ve been faring.”
“I’m always doing well! Loakin has delicious food and is beautiful—achoo!”
Mid-sentence, an ill-timed sneeze burst out. Canis widened his eyes and asked,
“Have you caught a cold?”
“No, it’s just a bit chilly—achoo! I’m really sensitive to the cold—achoo! Achoo! Achoo!”
Three thunderous sneezes in a row. Probably because I’d just stepped out from the magically temperature-controlled pergola into the freezing air.
Canis spoke with deep concern in his voice.
“It seems Loakin’s cold climate doesn’t agree with you, Miss Shuria.”
“It’s fine! Humans are adaptable creatures—I’ll get used to it soon. Achoo!”
My confident declaration lost all credibility thanks to the sneeze tacked onto the end. Canis’s stern expression remained unchanged.
“But you look quite unwell right now. Is there anything I can… Ah, how about this? It should help.”
Canis fumbled at his neck, unfastened a necklace, and offered it to me. It was a lovely piece—a red, irregularly shaped gemstone dangling from a leather cord.
I carefully took the necklace, examined it from all angles, and gasped in admiration.
“Wow, it’s gorgeous! The gemstone is so unique.”
“It’s enchanted with a body-temperature-regulating spell. His Majesty gave it to me long ago when I struggled to adapt to Loakin’s climate…”
…His Majesty gave it to him? So it’s an imperial gift?
There are things you can give away and things you absolutely cannot!
I quickly held the necklace back out to Canis.
“Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Sir Canis, but I can’t accept something His Majesty bestowed upon you.”
But Canis didn’t take it back. He spoke firmly.
“I no longer need it. It’s time it found a new owner. His Majesty would surely wish for it to continue helping someone.”
“But—”
“Really, it’s perfectly fine—please don’t worry. Now, allow me—just a moment…”
With that, Canis bent slightly, meeting my eyes directly. His kind gaze sealed my lips before I could protest again.
While I stood frozen stiff, Canis carefully fastened the necklace around my neck. His large hands adjusted the cord’s length with surprising delicacy and respect.
Having completed his task, Canis smiled with quiet satisfaction—a smile utterly pure and untainted.
I stared blankly, thinking,
‘He really is handsome…’
And so kind, too. No wonder he’d remained fairly popular among readers despite having less screen time than Asperan.
He truly was the quintessential “sunshine puppy knight-captain” character.
Unaware of my thoughts, our sunshine puppy—no, Canis—rubbed the back of his neck and began explaining the necklace.
“It works by storing magical energy. Once charged, the enchantment embedded within maintains your body at an optimal temperature.”
As Canis channeled magic into it, the gemstone glowed faintly. My shivering body instantly warmed up.
“Oh! It’s perfectly warm now.”
“I was worried the enchantment might have degraded from disuse, so I’m relieved it still functions properly. When the magic runs low, I’ll recharge it for you—feel free to come find me anytime.”
I stopped examining the necklace and looked up at Canis.
He spoke in a gentle voice.
“I truly hope your path forward, Miss Shuria, will be filled only with happiness and joy—enough to let you leave behind every sad and painful memory.”
Canis’s cheeks flushed slightly as he finished speaking. He tousled his bangs and gave a sheepish grin.
“Truthfully, I wanted to say this when you first became part of Beloi Castle’s household—but I suppose I’m quite late.”
His words overflowed with both shyness and unmistakable warmth toward me.
Had anyone else been standing here instead of me, they might have mistaken his kindness for romantic interest.
But I was a transmigrator who’d read this world’s story inside and out—I could instantly discern the true source of his goodwill.
Beneath that gentle gaze lay something deeper: a sense of shared understanding.
According to “Unbahap,” Canis was actually from Elbas, not Elos.
In other words, like me, he’d once been sacrificed to Beltraum.
I recalled the subtle concern he’d occasionally shown whenever he looked at me.
Back then, I hadn’t understood why—but now I did.
He must have worried constantly since learning my story—wondering how it felt to be offered as a sacrifice by one’s own neighbors, whether my heart had been deeply wounded.
Because he’d endured something similar himself. Because he knew how painfully betrayal could pierce the heart.
That was why he’d reached out first, so willingly sharing his warmth.
He really was a good person.
“Thank you so much.”
So I decided not to feel burdened—but to gratefully accept his kindness.
“I’ll treasure it. And when I meet someone who needs this necklace more than I do, I’ll pass it on—just as you have, Sir Canis.”
“Yes. That would make me truly happy.”
We smiled at each other. Somehow, I felt as if we’d just become good friends.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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Oh my, I understand Shuria’s stressed feelings.. I also often do it when doing assignments..
is canis the second male lead? because the aura of the second male lead is very strong…