Black hair like darkness itself, thick eyebrows, violet eyes reminiscent of amethyst, a sharp nose bridge, thin and red lips.
He was a handsome man that fit better with the word “beautiful” rather than “handsome.”
In social circles, it was expressed that when God created him, all the beauty of the world was bestowed upon him.
But because of the unapproachable intimidation, everyone could only look at him like a pie in the sky, unable to approach him easily.
Carlos’s violet eyes were also one of the reasons people couldn’t approach him easily.
Violet was commonly thought to be the color of demons and was considered ominous.
And since Duke Esper had violet eyes, there were rumors circulating quietly that he might have demon blood flowing in his veins.
Even if that wasn’t the case, there were terrifying rumors attached to him like tags, such as cutting those who angered him with a single stroke, even if they were newborn babies, or enjoying the consumption of human flesh.
However, becoming friends with Carlos would guarantee entry into the central region, so Baron Silas could not miss this opportunity.
“What brings you here, Your Grace?”
Whatever he wanted, he would gladly give it all.
Such was the determination of Baron Silas.
“I heard that a witch appeared in this village. I want to see that witch.”
Baron Silas was startled by Carlos’s words and opened his eyes wide.
Then Carlos tilted his head slightly. His violet eyes showed a hint of discomfort.
“Why is that?”
“No, nothing. I will bring the witch right away.”
Baron Silas ordered his servants to bring the witch, laughing inside.
Originally, the principle was to burn the witch as soon as she was found, but he had heard rumors that sometimes witches were used for noble entertainment.
Perhaps Carlos wanted to see the witch for that purpose.
It was a peculiar taste to match his fame, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
He could gain Carlos’s favor by using the witch he was going to kill anyway.
“The weather seems to be getting hotter, but the north is…….”
Baron Silas spread the conversation on various topics, harboring ambitious plans while waiting for the witch.
“…….”
However, Carlos treated Baron Silas as if he didn’t exist, just looking out of the window, showing no reaction.
Embarrassed, Baron Silas closed his mouth, and the reception room was filled with a quiet and heavy silence.
Although the Baron wanted to leave the room right away, he could not do so because the other party was a duke, and he just fiddled with his teacup.
He wished to see the witch who had made a mess of his territory right at that moment.
How much time had passed?
Knock[Dash].
“My Lord. I have brought the witch.”
“Oh, yes! Come in quickly!”
As soon as the awaited person arrived, Baron Silas jumped up from his seat, his face glowing.
Carlos’s gaze, which had been fixed on the window, also shifted to the door.
Squeak, the door opened, and Irene, wearing shackles and handcuffs, looking ragged, was led in by the guards.
“This woman is the witch.”
The Earl of Silas, standing next to her, spoke as if introducing a product.
But Carlos was still showing no particular reaction, merely gazing coldly at Irene.
“What are you doing not paying your respects to His Grace quickly!”
The unjustly angered Earl of Silas hurried Irene.
“……!”
Only then, Irene, lifting her head, froze on the spot with a start as her eyes met Carlos’s face to face.
Starting from her toes, an unknown chill surged up, her mouth completely dried, and cold sweat formed in her hand.
I hate it. I’m scared. I must run away.
Irene’s face turned pale as she confronted an existence more fearful than death.
On the other hand, a satisfied smile bloomed at the corner of Carlos’s mouth.
It was for a split second, so no one saw that smile.
Leaning leisurely against the back of the sofa, like a wellfed glutton, Carlos pointed to the sofa where Earl Silas had been sitting with the tip of his chin.
“Sit down.”
Earl Silas thought he was speaking to him and was about to sit, but a thunderous shout stopped him as he was about to touch his buttocks to the seat.
“Who told you to sit?”
“I’m, I’m sorry!”
Earl Silas, startled, stood back up.
Carlos glanced at the earl as if annoyed, then looked at Irene.
“Sit down.”
Only then did the earl and the guards, realizing he was speaking to her, look at Irene.
The Duke’s existence alone was scary, and now with everyone’s eyes on her, Irene’s neck shrank like a frog’s.
“I told you to sit down.”
It was already the third command.
Earl Silas didn’t want to seat the witch on the sofa, but since the Duke said so, he had no choice but to tell the guards to sit her down immediately.
The guards forcibly seated Irene on the sofa.
Facing the Duke at close range, Irene tightly clutched her trembling hands and hung her head low.
“What’s your name?”
A voice, neither tender nor harsh, flowed out indifferently.
But Irene, still scared of Carlos, kept her mouth tightly shut like a clamp, saying nothing.
“His Grace is asking your name; answer quickly, what are you doing!”
Then Earl Silas scolded her sharply, his eyes wide open.
Irene swallowed her dry saliva and opened her heavy mouth with difficulty.
“My name is… Irene.”
“Irene.”
Carlos, as if repeating her name, muttered her name a few times, then curled the corners of his lips and smiled smoothly.
“My name is Carlos Dune Esper. I look forward to working with you.”
It was a beautiful yet eerie smile, dazzling to the eyes.
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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