Don't Be Kind Rashly (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
The hastily assembled Kalreta Empire delegation dispatched to the Perseta Empire consisted of four people in total.
First was the diplomat, Rustica Jenus—a former elite knight of the Order, now powerless and infamous as a gambler and drunkard. Accompanying her as guard and acting diplomat in her absence was Aldwin Rochester, a knight of the Imperial Order and Baron of Melbaro, along with one additional guard and a single servant assigned to handle miscellaneous tasks.
‘Oh dear, His Imperial Majesty’s grace is truly overwhelming.’
Lu scoffed inwardly as she surveyed the group—people who, by all appearances, would pack up and leave without her the moment things turned sour. Aldwin, overflowing with leisure yet ignorant of worldly matters due to his noble upbringing, claimed he had volunteered; thus, the other guard must surely be assigned to watch over Lu.
“Lady Barcova.”
“Lady Jenus.”
The woman who gave a slight nod had ordinary dark brown hair and stood as tall as Aldwin, with a remarkably solid and impressive build. Eliza Barcova—she, too, was a knight of the Imperial Order.
Lu had often crossed paths with her and even worked alongside her before leaving the Order. Eliza possessed exceptional skill, remarkable agility, and outstanding stealth abilities—in other words, she could easily serve as an assassin.
Hmm, an assassin.
No one knew whom she might secretly assassinate. Lu understood all too well that she herself could very well be included.
‘Faithful to His Imperial Majesty from head to toe. Absolutely perfect. Truly outstanding.’
Lu silently admired, careful never to voice such thoughts aloud.
“It’s been a while.”
Eliza greeted her with somewhat more sincerity than Lu had.
“Indeed. It has been a while.”
Lu nodded and turned her gaze to the servant standing right beside Eliza.
“What’s your name?”
“Martin.”
Though called a servant, he had previously served as a chamberlain in the imperial palace and was likely quite well-educated. Strictly speaking, as a chamberlain, he could reasonably be considered the Emperor’s own man. In the end, everyone here was effectively watching over her—each with their own assigned role, of course. It was obvious.
“Pleased to be working with you.”
Having been hastily thrown into a bath and dressed to temporarily represent the Kalreta Empire, Lu now wore a rather convincing outfit. A gleaming cloak and outer robe, stiff boots, neat gloves, and a calm tone of voice made her appear quite the diplomat.
Yet everyone present knew the truth: Rustica Jenus was utterly obsessed with gambling and drink—a hopeless, washed-up relic, barely capable of taking care of herself.
Martin, who surely knew all this, merely gave a polite bow.
“Shall we depart, then?”
In the end, the only thing she could truly rely on was the hidden fortune she had always carefully safeguarded.
Mounted on their horses, the delegation—whom anyone could see the Emperor was practically shoving toward certain death in the land of monsters—rode forth.
“Open the city gates!”
Perhaps the moment they passed through that barrier gate, their heads would roll. To be thrown in like this with absolutely no information! As Lu gave a hollow laugh, the barrier beyond the city gates came into view.
‘Well, even when fighting before the barrier, I never knew anything anyway.’
The knight who had once refused to mindlessly slaughter monsters before the barrier had now become a useless relic, heading toward enemy territory. Her horse walked slowly but steadily, never stopping, facing only straight ahead.
The prickling sensation on her back suggested the Emperor was watching the group from afar at the palace.
Lu did not look back. Not even at her homeland, to which she had returned after four years. She simply left as abruptly as if she had arrived only hours earlier.
A cool breeze blew from the wide-open barrier gate. The atmosphere near the barrier remained grim and tense, with knights still standing on high alert. The knights saluted them as they passed.
“They clearly think we’re riding straight to our deaths.”
Aldwin muttered. That salute was essentially their final farewell and last show of respect.
“Haven’t you steeled yourself?”
“Why should I? I’m going to live well, not die.”
Though Aldwin had spent years on the battlefield—far from inexperienced enough to be called naively optimistic—he carried a strange confidence. Then again, given his situation differed greatly from Lu’s, it was only natural.
“A few envoys have come and gone already. Judging by the mood, they probably won’t draw swords and behead us on sight.”
“Oh, is that all?”
“That’s nothing! Anyway, they’ve agreed to open the gates and establish exchanges now—they won’t ruin the very first attempt.”
“They might start another war.”
“Nah, they’ve been eyeing our country for so long, but now they’re exhausted, so they’re proposing exchanges instead.”
That was an extremely Kalreta-centric way of thinking. I thought he knew something—but clearly, he knew absolutely nothing.
Lu passed through the very fields where she had once fought for her life. With each step closer to the wide-open barrier gate, tension mounted.
They passed the mages and knights who stood as the final guardians near the gate. Reading the fear, pity, and relief in their eyes—relief that it was not them heading through—Lu turned her head away.
Beyond the open gate stretched a straight path.
“Can we just go like this?”
“We’ve already announced our arrival, so we must go.”
At Aldwin’s reply, Lu tightened her grip on the reins. Well then. It was already done—might as well rejoice at finally getting to see beyond the barrier.
She stepped through the gate. Her heart pounded fiercely. Would monsters attack at any moment? Her long-honed wariness had reached its peak.
“Wow.”
Aldwin let out an involuntary exclamation.
What met Lu’s eyes was not a pitch-black sky, muddy sludge, or grotesquely twisted trees. They were walking beneath a sky dyed brilliant blue—or rather, on a path as transparent as glass, reflecting the heavens above.
Under clear skies and on a road elevated high above, a magnificent white city loomed far in the distance—vastly larger and more beautiful than the famed Katat, radiating grandeur.
This was beyond the barrier.
“It’s completely different from what we saw outside the gate!”
All they’d seen before was a simple brick road—never did they imagine such beauty. Aldwin looked around in awe.
“Be careful. This could all be an illusion.”
Eliza warned, though Aldwin clearly had no intention of listening.
“What kind of illusion magic is this refined? They don’t even know how to cast magic at our level.”
“Aldwin. From now on, watch your words.”
Lu immediately cut him off. The problem wasn’t anything else—it was his mouth.
Far down the road, people clearly waiting for them came into view. Yes—people, not monsters. Lu dismounted at a suitable distance, and they approached as well.
“Welcome. We are honored by your arrival to the Perseta Empire.”
What exactly lay beyond the barrier? Monsters bursting through had committed endless slaughter, and the Order had focused solely on defense.
As battles continued, Lu naturally began to wonder: What lay beyond the barrier that kept driving monsters to emerge? And why couldn’t they cross over themselves?
Rustica Jenus had finally passed through the barrier—through which no one had ever returned, as those who crossed or were dragged away by monsters always vanished without a trace—and now saw it clearly with her own eyes.
“…Rustica Jenus, Envoy of the Kalreta Empire, personally appointed by His Imperial Majesty, dispatched to Perseta.”
Ordinary, identical, and beautiful people—and a beautiful landscape.
‘This can’t be real.’
If only she didn’t have eyes to see, Lu would have rubbed them in disbelief. White clouds, feather-light, scattered across the blue sky, and the vast road suspended in midair was not merely a path but transparent like glass.
At the end of that grand road, far in the distance, sat a white city like a painting—truly breathtaking. Its straight walls and buildings, along with the semi-transparent ring encircling the highest structure, were clearly crafted by mages, not built by hands.
“Welcome, Lady Jenus. I am Simon Kainberg, Court Marquis sent by His Imperial Majesty of the Perseta Empire. Rustica Jenus, accompanied by two guards and one chamberlain—correct.”
Lord Simon Kainberg was a tall, slender man with impeccable posture, wearing a monocle.
He appeared to be in his mid-thirties—clean-shaven, with dark hair tinged blue neatly combed back.
He stood notably tall and wore a dignified, elegant formal suit befitting his rank as Court Marquis, over which he draped a black velvet half-cloak over one shoulder.
“We have prepared a carriage for you. Please, step inside.”
Everything felt so cautious that even boarding the carriage seemed potentially treacherous.
Yet even if a trap had been laid, there was no turning back now. As long as she carried the diplomatic credentials granted by the Kalreta Emperor, she had to press onward.
After glancing once at the knights who courteously opened the carriage door, Lu climbed in.
‘Well-trained knights.’
The escorting knights’ attire and bearing were as exceptional as those of the Kalreta Imperial Order. Lord Simon Kainberg, seated beside the youthful-looking Lu in the carriage, didn’t so much as change his expression.
“His Imperial Majesty awaits you at the palace.”
“I see. That city ahead must be Perseta’s imperial capital.”
“It is called Shalea.”
Rumors and legends once abounded—of a great magic beyond the barrier controlling monsters, of a Demon King, and so on. Everyone assumed it was barren land teeming only with monsters.
Yet this stunningly beautiful white city appeared almost unreal. Though it seemed magical, illusion magic grew easier to detect the more complex it became—such illusions were dry and lifeless.
Lu simply couldn’t believe the refreshing breeze, crisp air, and brilliant sunlight pouring down were mere magic.
“It’s beautiful.”
She had expected the city of the monsters she’d fought so fiercely to be filthy, unpleasant, choked with smoke, and mired in sludge—but instead, it shone white and elegant.
Unlike the imposing, sharply vertical Katat, Shalea was filled with gentle curves, yet still carried undeniable majesty. This city clearly held a very long history.
“Yes. It is beautiful.”
Lord Simon Kainberg seemed surprised she’d say such a thing. Though he was clearly skilled at maintaining composure, something about him suggested it. His voice, however, overflowed with pride.
Still, for a Court Marquis to be so young—Lu grew curious about what kind of place the Perseta Empire truly was. It was exceedingly rare to appoint someone so young to such a position, typically responsible for managing court affairs and serving as the Emperor’s right hand.
Piiiiii!
Lu looked up at the white hawk soaring and crying out under the clear sky. Suddenly, she recalled the lord ruling the nameless territory at the western edge of Momentum, who kept a black hawk in his chicken coop.
Back then, too, a magnificent white hawk had cried out like this.
Lost in thought, Lu suddenly realized the carriage had already entered Shalea. Though its speed had slowed slightly, it still moved quite swiftly. Knights in white uniforms flanked them on both sides, and people lined the streets, watching curiously.
‘Ah.’
Their expressions were cold. She hadn’t expected a warm welcome, but seeing it confirmed once again sharpened her focus.
Lu now stood deep within enemy territory. Just as she, while in the Kalreta Empire, had grown weary of endless war and felt murderous intent toward monsters, most people here in Perseta likely felt the same weariness toward war—and grinding their teeth at the mere mention of Kalreta.
“There lies the imperial palace.”
The carriage swiftly entered the palace grounds. Enormous palace gates, so vast their scale was incomprehensible, swung wide open on both sides.
Overwhelming. Truly overwhelming. The spectacle of massive gates—ones that would strain even four strong men to open—swinging open in succession was breathtaking. Merely entering was enough to intimidate any visitor—the palace of Shalea was precisely such a place.
The carriage finally halted, and Lu stepped down onto white marble.
“This way.”
Lord Simon Kainberg guided her skillfully.
They climbed countless stairs and entered a building guarded by knights standing with perfect discipline.
The building was so vast and spacious that footsteps echoed clearly—a fitting symbol of the Emperor’s dignity and authority. Though Lu, having frequented the Katat palace before, was somewhat accustomed to such grandeur, she was still slightly taken aback.
Bright light flooded the interior, filled everywhere with lush green plants. After passing over a red carpet and reaching an area draped with golden banners, Lord Simon Kainberg spoke to a poised woman waiting there.
“Please inform His Majesty that the Kalreta envoy has arrived.”
A secretary? A chamberlain? Or perhaps a knight? Most likely both knight and secretary. She gave a quiet nod, opened the door, and stepped inside. Moments later, she reappeared and threw the door wide open.
“Please come in.”
The door reached from floor to ceiling—far too massive for one person to open alone—yet she handled it effortlessly.
As Lu entered with Lord Simon Kainberg, the door silently closed behind them. Perhaps she’d be dragged out and beheaded right here. Tension made her hands grow cold and her palms damp with sweat.
Seven pairs of eyes—no, seven pairs—locked onto her. Seven people sat around a round table. In the center stood an elegant white chair, empty.
Whoosh—a breeze blew in from the balcony behind the white chair, now wide open. Blue sky, green leaves, and direct sunlight poured in.
And there, standing alone with his back turned, a tall man turned to face her.
“Ah.”
The man, silhouetted against the sunlight, was clad entirely in black—thick black hair and black attire. It was unmistakable to anyone that he was the owner of the empty white chair, so Lu clamped her mouth shut to keep from crying out.
“Lady Jenus. His Imperial Majesty, the Sun of the Perseta Empire.”
Lord Simon Kainberg whispered beside her. She immediately bowed. Lowering her head was, after all, a chance to hide her face.
“You’ve finally arrived.”
Piiiiii! The white hawk, crying joyfully, flew in through the balcony and landed on the man’s broad shoulder.
Her rapidly pounding heart had fallen utterly silent. The blood that had warmed with her heartbeat now cooled into icy stillness.
“The envoy from Kalreta…?”
The Emperor of Perseta looked directly at her.
“Rustica Jenus.”
She replied stiffly.
“…Lady Rustica Jenus.”
His gray eyes widened slightly. His soft, low voice rolled her name on his tongue as if savoring it for the first time.
The moment his attention fixed on her, everyone else in the room seemed to vanish.
For this man—whose beauty was always praised as flawless wherever he went, whose very presence was intimidating, and whose aura and gaze dominated all around him—had focused his interest solely on Rustica Jenus.
His gaze felt like a tight coil winding from her ankles all the way to the crown of her head. Lu could barely breathe.
The man who had vanished in the woods at Momentum’s western edge had kept his final promise—just one day later.
See you again soon.
“Welcome to the Perseta Empire. I hope your journey here was pleasant.”
The Emperor of Perseta—no, ‘Hayden’—spoke.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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I’m not sure where Lu gets the patience to deal with Hayden. He’s like a bulldozer. He seems convinced he’s helping her yet he doesn’t consider her opinions throughout it all.