All this time, leading the royal guard, I had considered myself unmatched by most.
It was not arrogance.
Among the existing knights and the royal bloodline, no one could defeat Dylan.
“The situation was unavoidable. When we arrived, she was already gone…”
“You call that an excuse!”
Gerard was now on the verge of exploding.
Normally stationary within the palace, his presence here in the North showed the extent of his passion.
The time he had waited to secure Bercheria was immeasurable, but shouldn’t the captain guarding the emperor understand this much?
“Dylan, listen well. Twice in my career, I’ve heard the excuse ‘it was unavoidable.'”
“….”
“Both times, I killed the men who gave that excuse. Understand?”
Even when Gerard overtly threatened him, Dylan remained immobile in his initial posture.
Gerard would have liked nothing more than to dispose of Dylan right there.
But the issue was, no one else could undertake this task.
One way or another, he had to whip Dylan into retrieving Bercheria.
“So what will you do now.”
Gerard sighed deeply.
It truly felt like nothing was going his way.
“Go and find her. Find her no matter what.”
“Yes.”
Squeak.
Suddenly, the sound of the door opening was heard from behind Dylan.
Grooby, who had briefly gone to wash up, returned to sleep and was stunned by the hostile atmosphere between the two.
“….”
Grooby, gauging Gerard’s mood, walked back towards the door.
While conversing, the coming and going Grooby became a distraction. Dylan spoke softly to him.
“If you’re coming in, come in. If you’re leaving, leave quickly. You’re interrupting.”
Grooby, who had grown up solely in prison, may have appeared adaptable due to his keen senses, but in situations like these, his lack of experience in the outside world was evident.
Dylan retreated awkwardly, unsure of what to do next, before spotting servants walking down the hall and hastily retreating back into the room.
Before any of Lakhrahan’s servants could notice Gerard, Dylan quickly shut the door.
“Your Majesty.”
Grooby greeted Gerard, bowing and leaning against the wall.
Gerard glanced at the two through narrowed eyes, sucking air through his teeth.
He then looked over at Grooby, who was leaning against the wall.
“Put that one in the dungeon if you leave.”
“……!”
At the mention of the underground dungeon, Grooby’s face turned pale.
Originally living there and thinking he might never get out for the rest of his life, hearing it now made his heart sink.
Would it have been better if he had never known the outside world?
Watching Grooby unconsciously tremble, Gerard spoke with a tone tinged with amusement.
“But, you see, if you find Bercheria, you won’t have to go to the dungeon.”
Grooby’s mouth gaped open in disbelief.
“……What?”
“Can you find Bercheria? Will you try?”
Gerard’s lips twisted into a smile.
Desperation was often the best ingredient for manipulation.
Of course, he had threatened Dylan with his life, but the boy had grown numb to such tactics due to the nature of his work.
But Grooby?
Born and raised in an underground dungeon, now tasting the air of the outside world, no matter how calm he seemed, how desperate must his inner self be?
Perhaps he would sell his own soul to avoid returning to that dungeon.
Gerard motioned for Grooby to come closer and sit in front of him.
Grooby kneeled and bowed his head at Gerard’s feet.
“If you bring Bercheria, you’ll receive a fitting reward.”
“A r-reward?”
“Yes. How about a house? In a quiet, secluded area.”
“……!”
“And enough money to live on. Not lavish, but enough to get by.”
Grooby’s hands, which were resting on his knees, were trembling.
And there was another advantage.
Those who are desperate often have nothing, so they are easily moved by even a small amount of money.
In other words, the cost-effectiveness was outstanding.
“So? Will you try to find Bercheria?”
Grooby prostrated himself, his forehead touching the floor.
“I’ll do my best. I will give it my all.”
Just being able to avoid the underground prison was enough to make him willing to do anything.
And they were offering a house and money.
All he had to do was find one woman.
“Please trust me!”
Grooby shouted with all his sincerity.
“Alright. Don’t disappoint me.”
Gerard rose from his chair and walked towards the entrance.
As Dylan opened the door for him, he turned back as if he had just remembered something.
“What about Lakrahan?”
“…What do you mean?”
“No, listen. My servant died, so why aren’t we holding Lakrahan responsible? Shouldn’t we either capture or detain him?”
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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