The Duke of the North that Timothy served looked like a boy who had not yet fully matured, although he had already lived for twentyseven years.
Of course, his body told a completely different story.
“……Do you really think so?”
“If she had even a little compassion for humans, those children would have come before they lost their parents.”
Lakrahan turned his head and looked at the warehouse lined up beneath the window.
He had brought orphans here who had been wandering around the village not long ago.
It was right after he heard the story that a young child had starved to death on the street.
As continued drought caused a shortage of food, the first to suffer were the weak.
There was no longer any public sentiment left to care for the abandoned children.
“The gods have disappeared, Timothy.”
“Ah, yes, I know. It’s been a while, but I still have lingering attachment.”
Timothy made a bitter expression.
As Lakrahan said, this continent was no longer under the care of the gods.
The Empire belonged to Emperor Gerard, and the North relied on Lakrahan to survive.
“Now, shall we sort out the schedule?”
The two sat face to face, discussing how to distribute the remaining food in the castle.
It was when they raised their heads that a noisy sound came from outside the window.
It was a shriek that seemed to tear.
Both Lakrahan and Timothy rushed to the window simultaneously.
A red flame was rising from the warehouse.
“Fire, is it a fire?”
Timothy looked at Lakrahan with a pale, stricken face.
It had been over a month since it last rained.
The dry firewood and straw piles surrounding the warehouse walls chilled Lakrahan’s blood.
“Your Grace, Duke!”
Without a moment’s thought, Lakrahan dashed outside.
Thud.
His cape’s hem toppled a chair and disappeared like the wind following him.
[Star Icon]“Oh my, what to do with this.”
Those working in the castle couldn’t approach, only venting their sorrow.
Today at noon, the servants had piled up firewood against the warehouse wall, as instructed by Lakrahan, so that the children could stay warm.
Those became the tinder, and the fire engulfed the entire warehouse in an instant.
“Quickly, bring water! Water!”
“Where can we get water when we don’t even have drinking water!”
As the terrified voices of the children inside the warehouse were heard, the women didn’t know what to do and wept.
Then a large shadow appeared behind them.
“Your Grace, Duke!”
The shadow of a giant fire flickering wildly appeared above Lakrahan’s face, who had run there in an instant.
“Bring water.”
He muttered through clenched teeth.
“Your Grace!”
“It doesn’t matter if it’s drinking water or whatever, just bring it now!”
When Lakrahan yelled, the men who had been standing blankly ran to a nearby place where rainwater had been collected.
A swiftfooted man filled a bucket with water and brought it to Lakrahan, who without hesitation took it and poured it over his head.
Then he rushed straight into the warehouse where the flames were blazing.
“Ah!”
A scorching heat wrapped around his body in an instant.
The moisture absorbed by his cloak hissed and turned into steam.
The heat was so intense that he could not even open his eyes properly.
“Tatiana! Mark!”
Lakrahan called out the names of the children he had brought in the daytime.
The heat was so intense that it was difficult to take even a single step.
“Tatiana!”
Somewhere, the sound of a child crying could be heard.
Lakrahan’s heart pounded violently.
Ten years ago, he had been in the midst of the Three Continents War.
In a place where corpses were piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers, Lakrahan had made a vow.
Never again would he leave his people to die.
Never again would he become such a powerless ruler.
“Mark!”
[Dash] Aaaah!
Lakrahan strode toward the sound.
The hem of his cloak crackled and burned, and the heat settled painfully on his skin.
Crash.
Above him, a log that had been supporting the warehouse ceiling fell.
If he had taken one more step, his body would have been crushed beneath it.
[Dash] Aaah.His gaze, which had been fixed on the glowing log, grew cold.
Lakrahan leaped over it and headed toward the sound.
His heart thumped, and blood gushed throughout his body.
The faces of the ten or so children he had brought here today flashed through his mind.
Could he take all the children out at once?
Could he save them all?
Would it not be better to protect them to the end here, if he could not do so anyway?
He could not see clearly because of the thick smoke, but he finally saw the children huddled together.
“Is everyone okay?”
As he hurried closer, the air felt somewhat fresher than before.
Lakrahan’s step halted at the sight that became visible as his vision cleared.
“…….”
There was a strange woman.
A woman he had never seen before was protecting the children, holding them close.
All ten children were unhurt, not a single hair out of place.
The eldest child, Tatiana, held the youngest, who was crying.
“Aaaaaah.”
A single tear, drip, fell from the chubby cheek of the crying child.
Lakrahan’s field of vision gradually widened.
In the midst of the searing heat, the children’s bodies were soaking wet.
“What the…….”
“Your Grace, Duke!”
Tatiana wiped the water from her forehead and waved her hand toward Lakrahan.
At that sound, the woman who had been protecting the children slowly turned her head.
On her translucently white skin, fine features were set emotionlessly.
As his eyes met her golden irises, Lakrahan felt as if he were under a spell, unable to move.
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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