While she was trapped in the tower, losing strength one by one, humans too were living in excruciating pain.
The war that had lasted for 3 years ended only 10 years ago. I thought we had finally found stability, but then you appeared again.
Lakrahan’s voice was now almost gone, like the waning sharpness of rain.
If I don’t understand how you survived, or why I should protect you, I’m not inclined to help.
Bercheria looked up at Lakrahan with wide eyes.
She seemed to gather her thoughts for a moment before suddenly uttering an unexpected statement.
“Do we have a vehicle?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Like a horse, or a carriage.”
“Of course we do, but where are you going at this time?”
Lakrahan looked at the pitchblack scenery outside the window, following Bercheria’s gaze.
“There are things that can only be seen at this time.”
Bercheria turned her body and walked towards the door.
“Follow me. We need to hurry if we want to increase our chances of meeting.”
[Star icon]“Ahem.”
Timothy yawned as if his mouth was being torn apart in the middle of the corridor.
Because of wearing clinging clothes all day, he pursued a loose style for his pajamas that looked like they might be stripped off at any moment.
“Am I getting old? Why do I have to go to the bathroom so often these days?”
While staggering along, Timothy seemed to see the figures of Lakrahan and a blonde woman in the opposite corridor.
“Huh?”
Out of curiosity, he peered to look, but now no one was visible.
The distance from one end of the corridor shaped like a horseshoe to the other was such that even if he ran quickly, he couldn’t catch up.
“Did I imagine it?”
As he was about to head back to his room, adjusting the lamp he was holding, he ran into Mrs. Morgan, who was yawning and walking over.
“Are you going to the bathroom, Mr. Butler?”
“Yes, Mrs. Morgan, and you?”
“Ah, I keep going to the bathroom in the middle of the night as I get older.”
“But didn’t you see His Grace, the Duke just now?”
Mrs. Morgan’s plump cheeks wobbled.
“No? Why would His Grace be walking in the corridor at this time?”
“That’s strange. It seemed like he was going somewhere with that woman.”
At Timothy’s words, Mrs. Morgan held her stomach and laughed.
“Mr. Butler, are you saying His Grace is eloping with a woman? Oh, come on, don’t you know he doesn’t even look at women?”
“Ah. Well.”
That was true.
Shortly after the war, Lakrahan, having reached marriageable age, would sometimes receive two proposals a day.
But Lakrahan had no thoughts of marriage.
To be more precise, he had no interest in women at all.
That had remained the same even 10 years after the war ended.
“Mr. Butler, don’t worry about nonsense and go to bed. His Grace being with a woman at this time, ho ho ho. I would believe it if you said a wooden log was dancing.”
“Indeed. Our Duke is as indifferent to women as a stone. A midnight rendezvous. Ha ha ha.”
Both of them laughed heartily, as if the idea was too preposterous.
[Star icon]A quiet forest, shrouded in silence.
A horse with shiny black fur was galloping like an arrow through the middle of the forest.
‘The destination is the tallest and highest tower in the forest. The place that humans call Bercheria’s Tower.’
Some call it the Tower of Darkness.
365 days a year, it’s covered in fog, without human traffic.
A long tower covered in moss, its original appearance now unrecognizable.
The tower where Bercheria was said to live was designed so that no one could ascend or descend.
There were no entrances or exits.
Trees densely planted at regular intervals surrounded the tower like a nest, blocking human access.
No one knew when or who built it, but everyone knew one thing clearly.
The reason the tower was built this way was solely to prevent human access.
But foolishly, people couldn’t leave this tower alone.
Those who periodically challenged themselves to climb the tower always emerged but never once succeeded.
At some point, when the price of curiosity returned as death, people lost interest in the tower.
As time passed, the road to the tower was covered with weeds as tall as a person, and after the guardian’s energy disappeared, it had turned into nothing but ruins.
“Lyria!”
Lakrahan’s noble steed galloped down the rough road at a rapid pace.
He tightly pulled the knot of his cloak again.
The movement caused Bercheria’s shoulder, hidden within the rustling cloak, to flinch.
The only thing that could confirm her unusually small figure was her long golden hair fluttering in the wind.
Bercheria’s tangled hair repeatedly slapped Lakrahan’s cheek.
“…….”
The incessant slapping of hair sticking to his cheek caused wrinkles around his eyes.
He could endure the hair, but the truly painful thing was the strong, dizzying stench that blew at him.
Lakrahan kept urging his horse while recalling a passage from a book he once read.
Each of the gods chooses an awakened one according to their taste.
Among them, what Bercheria considered important was fragrance.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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