And the roughness in her throat as she coughed.
Does this even make sense?
‘I shouldn’t be feeling the experiences of the Awakened like this. What is this?’
Normally, the memories of the Awakened were observed objectively, as if reading a book.
But this felt as if she were living it.
“Who dares to attempt to kill Bercheria! Are you in your right mind?”
The face of the man on the horse was indistinguishable, a dark silhouette due to the backlight.
A whip came down from the horse and struck the Awakened’s back.
“Agh!”
“If you’re wronged, let it rain then.”
The whip swung again, and her abundant golden hair scattered in the air before falling down with her collapsing body.
“Haah, haah.”
A sharp knife was placed against her panting neck.
“You insane author!”
A droplet of hot blood trickled down from her neck as she tried to stand.
“Don’t lift your head. Move even slightly, and your head will fly off.”
Bercheria exhaled with her head bowed.
She could understand the words, but the man’s voice was indistinct, drowned out by the sound of the waves.
His face, his voice, everything was blurry.
As if a filter had deliberately been placed to make him unseeable.
In a voice as if giving up on everything, Bercheria spoke.
“Let me ask one thing.”
“……”
“Why would mere humans try to kill a god? What do you even gain?”
The man dismounted and moved beside Bercheria.
The sensation of the blade pressing against her neck became sharper.
“The next Bercheria.”
“……What?”
“What we want is the next Bercheria who will appear after you disappear. She’ll make quite a beautiful prey.”
“What nonsense! How dare you, a mere human, against the Goddess of Weather…!”
“I’m not human.”
“What?”
“The one who ordered your death isn’t something like a human.”
“What on earth…! Choke!”
Bercheria’s head rolled, severed, along the sandy beach.
The Awakened, with her head cut off, stared right at her.
‘No!’
She didn’t want to see, but she had no choice.
Her golden eyes stared at Bercheria, wide-open as the light faded.
Nausea and cold sweat overwhelmed her.
Never again.
A horrifying sensation she never wanted to experience again.
‘This is a dream. Open your eyes.’
She didn’t want to stay here for another moment.
‘Please open your eyes!’
Bercheria mustered all her strength to lift her eyelids.
“Heave.”
Flash.
The moment her eyes opened.
A blade was thrusting down towards Bercheria, who was lying on the bed, with a hissing sound like that of a snake.
Lakrahan was listening to the faint sounds emanating from the inside as he pressed himself tightly against the wall of the dark hallway.
He silently took out his pocket watch to check the time.
While patrolling the outskirts of the fortress before falling asleep, as was his habit, Lakrahan had witnessed a woman leaving the lodging where the Emperor’s entourage was staying.
The woman he had been watching during the day was a middle-aged woman.
She was muttering unintelligible words and looking around nervously.
After confirming the stillness where not even a mouse was running around, she headed straight for the western fortress.
Her movements were unhesitant, as if she had been to Lakrahan’s fortress before.
Suppressing any noise, Lakrahan followed her.
‘Is she from the North? I’ve never seen her face before.’
Lakrahan, who knew the geography of the North better than anyone, had utilized this advantage to construct a very uniquely structured fortress.
The entrance was designed so that one had to cross a river by opening a gate after all roads were blocked by walls.
The only way to get to this place was a narrow path blocked by high hills on both sides.
One had to walk for more than 10 minutes on this narrow path to finally reach the entrance of Lakrahan’s fortress, the North.
Due to these geographical features, no one could enter the fortress without Lakrahan’s permission.
The same was true for leaving.
The opposite side was all bordering areas, and leaving carelessly could easily result in an ambush. The only exits were the gate and the portal.
But no matter how much he wracked his brains, he had never admitted such a woman.
After searching inside for quite some time, the sound of clinking tableware finally ceased.
Found it!
Hearing the breathless voice from inside, Lakrahan quickly hid himself in a nook of the wall.
The woman came out shortly, holding a sharp object in her hand.
Lakrahan sighed as he watched her back.
“Damn it, Gerard.”
Her destination was the top of the fortress where Bercheria was.
Lakrahan felt his anger rising from within.
Again, the target was Bercheria.
Why was everyone so impatient to harm that poor woman?
What had she done wrong?
She was already pitiable for not being able to live a proper life just because she was chosen as the Awakener of the gods; yet now, they were confining her, abusing her, and even trying to take her life.
Lakrahan gripped the knife on his waist and followed the woman up the stairs.
He had held out hope until the last moment, but the destination was undoubtedly Bercheria’s room.
As if prepared, the woman picked the locked door and disappeared into the darkness.
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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