Then an unbelievable thing happened before his eyes.
The skin that had been cut by the knife was healing as if it were a lie.
The bloodstains disappeared as if evaporating as well.
“Do you still not believe that I am Bercheria?”
Lakrahan’s black pupils slowly scanned her.
The gaze flowing from right to left was entangled in confusion.
“You’re right. I’m not trying to deal with you.”
Her shining golden hair flowed like waves down the tilt of her gentle head.
“I’m threatening you now, Lakrahan.”
Lakrahan’s eyes could not escape from her red lips as if tied to them.
“Lakrahan Edkins.”
Just returned from the war, Lakrahan was still in an undressed state.
The worn armor was filled with sword marks and signs of defeat everywhere.
“Your Majesty the Emperor.”
When he took off his helmet, thin, glossy black hair fell onto his forehead.
Contrary to his rough exterior, the face hidden inside the mithril armor was that of a young boy, a mere child.
The skin that would slip if touched, the delicate features, the trembling red lips.
“Come closer, Lakrahan.”
Lakrahan laid down his sword, dulled from taking thousands of lives, and slowly climbed the stairs.
In the grand banquet hall, where everyone held their breath, only the clinking of his armor rang.
Lakrahan approached the emperor and kneeled on one knee.
It was a courtesy to the Emperor of the Empire.
“You’re soon turning 18, aren’t you?”
Lakrahan answered indifferently.
“Yes.”
Gerard was boredly picking dirt from under his nails.
“I heard you lost your father and brothers in the war.”
Lakrahan lifted his eyes, and Gerard, who was looking elsewhere, turned his head to him.
The two stared at each other for a moment.
The 27yearold, who had learned about the world only within the royal court, had shallow eyes, and
“I never lost them. Not once.”
The eyes of a 17yearold boy who learned about the world too early were unfathomable.
“……If they died, that’s that. Well, it doesn’t matter.”
Suddenly, Lakrahan felt nausea creeping into his throat.
He had sold his soul to the devil to lead this empire to victory.
Thinking only about protecting my homeland while cutting off countless people’s lives.
Even when he received a letter saying that his mother, who lost her husband, had hung herself in loss, all he thought about was that he must win this war.
So that the sacrifices of the family would not be in vain.
But now he saw it was a terrible unrequited love.
Neither the Emperor of this land, nor the goddess who guarded this place, nor Feriat.
Nothing in this place had ever loved Lakrahan.
“Yes. What do you want? Speak anything. It is the tradition of the empire to grant the war hero’s wishes.”
At that moment, Lakrahan knew where he had to go.
“North.”
To a place that had never betrayed him.
“I want to go back to the North.”
To where people he still had to protect remained.
“That’s all.”
Lakrahan was already too tired even before truly experiencing the world.
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“There’s someone.”
After dinner, Lakrahan was seated around the table with his knights.
It was an abrupt statement from Lakrahan, who had been silent throughout the meal.
Waiyet, sitting across from him, wiped his lips with the back of his hand and asked.
“Who is it?”
Lakrahan was sitting with his chin propped up, tapping his fingers on the table.
“Just someone.”
“……Yes?”
“What if a person risked their life to save another? How would you see that person?”
When no answer came, Lakrahan raised his head.
The knights who had just been boisterously drinking were all staring at him.
“What, why.”
“Your Grace, do you have feelings for that woman?”
“……What woman.”
“That woman! I knew you would.”
“What are you talking about?”
Lakrahan propped his chin again, as if it wasn’t worth listening.
“There’s nothing like that.”
Waiyet couldn’t hold back and jumped up from his seat.
“Is it because she’s pretty? Do you like an unknown woman just because she’s pretty?”
“I said no.”
“I know. I know too. She’s really disgustingly pretty. But to betray your fiancée, the princess, for that strange woman…….”
Lakrahan narrowed his eyes, and Waiyet’s mouth snapped shut.
He had always been close to Lakrahan on the battlefield.
Waiyet used one sentence to describe Lakrahan at that time to people.
If a friend, incomparably good; if an enemy, scarier than the devil king Lucifer.
“Betray?”
At Lakrahan’s word, Waiyet scratched the back of his head.
“I mean that, just a word…I made a mistake.”
Everyone in the North knew why Lakrahan was engaged to Kelita, the Emperor’s sister.
The Emperor was very wary of Lakrahan, who had returned as a war hero.
Had he not left for the North immediately after the war, he might have been charged with treason and lost his life.
Like other nobles in the capital.
“Your Grace, understand. The commander was infatuated with the princess when he worked in the royal court before the war. Just because the princess smiled a few times, he completely fell for her.”
“Hey! What nonsense. It’s not true.”
Lakrahan took his eyes off the noisy Waiyet and looked at Jeffrey, who was sitting right next to him.
Jeffrey gulped down the strong liquor he had been holding and put down the empty glass.
“Your Grace. Do you know about that?”
Jeffrey leaned closer to Lakrahan, as if to avoid being overheard.
Occasionally spouting words that hit the nail on the head, Jeffrey may have been preparing the words Lakrahan needed most right now.
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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