It had to be done somehow. If there was an emperor in Perseita, the nobles had no place to stay. Anyway, the two families also staked their lives. That’s how it was.
“Alanka, that youngster!”
The Eastern nobles, who were quite old, had a record of becoming marines and patrolling the seas to protect their family’s merchant ships.
They were confident in naval command.
In that sense, Alanka, who had just shed the student image and succeeded the dukedom, was frankly lacking for Negrete and Sveña.
However, it wasn’t Duke Alanka who took command, but Vice Admiral Verdín, personally selected by the Emperor, who directed everything.
That’s right. The fleet, which included the old Moiquipel and the navy, along with Alanka, was being led by that madman.
Ignoring all the tremendous proposals sent by the top, Verdín, who had joined the navy and withstood the collapsing navy, was now ready to spread his wings.
“Already these guys, who have been dragging bigger ships than us, were unlucky, but let’s just break them all, why not.”
In the meantime, while smoking a stiff cigarette, Verdín, the admiral who was scorned by the navy dogs at the port, got along quite well with Cedric.
“Move forward! Once we cross over and kill them all, the ship will be ours!”
With a sword in hand, Cedric, who until just a few months ago was Alanka’s dissolute son, showed his face without regret.
It was because he was tormented by the pressure of tragedy, duty, and responsibility, which he had never experienced before. He was a man who would cause trouble at the slightest provocation.
It would have been better if the ‘problem’ were at the level of trivial women or a bit of drug trouble. Well, those were problems that nobles caused once or twice.
But Cedric Lambert was not at that level, so he was pointed out as a problem child.
If you’re going to fight anyway, fight properly, have a duel occasionally, and play properly. He had a philosophy that he should enjoy it. And he skillfully used the black sword. He also had a keen sense of combat.
“Are you really going to cross over?”
Could a young man do that? Verdín, who was still fighting frantically on the opposite deck, asked Cedric, who was getting closer.
“If I don’t cross over, who will?”
“Oh, okay. Go and come back.”
Admiral Verdín waved his hand. Whether Duke Alanka died again or whatever happened to his house was not his concern.
Of course, he didn’t know that Duke Alanka would play the role of a crazy middle-ranking officer, running wild and causing chaos.
Well, considering his age and the fact that he had never seen anything that much, there would be little that scared him.
“Shells, prepare for impact!”
Boom!
The hastily assembled navy, led by Admiral Verdín, was holding up quite well against the hastily assembled rebel forces, considering that it was hastily assembled.
‘I can’t hold out for long.’
The training time together was short, and there were relatively few middle-ranking officers to fulfill their roles properly. But what Admiral Verdín was aiming for was not victory.
Boom!
“Fire!”
Inflict as much damage as possible and hold on until the rescue comes. That was the plan.
Admiral Verdín thought about the time when the rescue would naturally appear. Maybe in about an hour? What the hell is all this noise!
However, the rescue appeared with a tremendous roar shaking the sea along with a tremendous storm.
“Uwaaaah!”
A wave that covered only the deck surged, and the soldiers grabbed the ship to prevent it from being swept away by the waves.
How dare anyone open the gates to the Hermoa Sea, revealing the Persian Navy?
With a thunderous roar that reverberated through the sea, a colossal shadow covered both fleets that were engaged in battle. It was as if clouds were obscuring the sun, bringing darkness.
Amidst the stunned marines, some urinated, others fainted, but Admiral Verdín, without dropping his pipe, looked up and chuckled in disbelief.
“Isn’t this a bit too early…?”
A golden dragon, enraged, appeared in the Hermoa Sea. Much earlier than the agreed-upon time.
Who dares to cause a commotion in front of the Imperial sea!
It seemed like the dragon came early out of anger from not being able to sleep.
Although it was somewhat amusing, it was not at all funny to those who had to endure the wrath of the dragon. Viscount Svenya, feeling nauseous, slumped down.
Calculations did not exclude the dragon lord, but the dragon lord was too preoccupied with the barrier opened in the east.
Moreover, considering that a war had broken out, it was natural for the dragon lord who had been monitoring Emperor Caletta to step forward. Duke Negeret had a hunch.
‘Emperor Caletta is being pushed back! Damn it!’
Of course, Carlos didn’t think so. He was just being cautious.
No, in fact, anyone should be cautious now. He spread his hands wide and checked the front.
They had hastily entered, and in an instant, the entire Imperial Knights moved to the Karkegan Mountains. They had to be more careful now.
‘Rustica has prepared her own preparations, surrendering to that guy.’
It was better this way. The Imperial Knights, whose morale wouldn’t be shaken just because a few eyes were lost, were now radiating hostility. It was necessary to regain composure and enter properly in the early stages.
The magic he unfolded thoroughly scanned the surroundings of the barrier. It wasn’t the first time he checked it when he entered, but now he scrutinized a much wider area in detail.
‘What the hell was it?’
Carlos still didn’t understand how he could go to the Karkegan Mountains without even knowing it. It was undoubtedly a clever and tricky trick.
He furrowed his brow and moved forward again. Everyone from Katact Fortress was watching him. The Emperor had to be a spectacle in front of the people following him.
“Is there any damage?”
“Yes. Three of them suffered minor injuries.”
People from the warm-hearted Caletta Empire would have been shocked to be buried in a huge snow mountain. However, Carlos didn’t care. It wasn’t the time to be bothered by such trivial matters.
“Advance again.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The Imperial Knights prepared themselves again and followed the Emperor. This was where common monsters popped up randomly. They couldn’t afford to be careless. A long procession followed the Emperor.
Carlos opened a massive magic circle directly leading to the Shalea Palace. They had to capture the capital first to end this war quickly.
In the distance, the white city came into view.
“It’s the city of demons! It’s all an illusion, so never be deceived!”
Carlos didn’t say anything, but such words popped up.
He didn’t bother to correct. He just silently stared at Shalea, which he hadn’t seen in 430 years. The city’s appearance had changed considerably.
“Hmm?”
Carlos, who was advancing towards Shalea, felt something strange about his senses.
Something seemed to be crawling all over his body. No, something felt stuck in his eyes. No, his ears felt stuffy.
“Huh? This is a bit strange.”
No matter how much he walked, Shalea in the distance didn’t seem to get any closer.
Katart was still behind him.
The path leading between the two cities was created solely by Carlos, so what on earth was happening? The knights looked at Carlos in confusion, unconsciously. He suddenly stopped and muttered.
“What is it.”
“Yes, Your Majesty?”
“No.”
Not you. He asked the strange energy he felt inside him.
“Who are you?”
How dare someone enter him. Carlos, angry to the top of his head, keenly felt a faint energy and asked.
Ah, is it like this?
The voice that recently poured only hatred and annoyance into him suddenly chirped cheerfully.
It wasn’t coming from outside. That voice was wandering around inside him, around his most important power.
Is this how it penetrates into a person?
Ah, realizing this, Carlos reluctantly called out the elated voice.
“Rustica?”
Oh, why, you son of a bitch?
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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