And that moment was undoubtedly when Vercheria reappeared.
Everything was fine for Kellita when she wasn’t around.
As long as she smiled beautifully, everything she desired came true, and the nobles moving in the imperial court all praised her.
The world was so easy.
“But now, it’s become a tangled mess like a messed-up thread. I don’t even know where to start untangling it.”
“Nothing.”
Fear-filled eyes turned towards Gerard.
“You don’t have to do anything, Your Majesty.”
Kellita forced a smile from her crumpled face.
The most important thing is to survive.
Whether to seek revenge after surviving, or…
“You must not kill her. I will. I will kill her.”
In a disorganized murmur, Gerard’s eyes narrowed.
Looking down at Kellita, he asked in a low voice, “What?”
“The blonde.”
Gerard’s shoulders shook ever so slightly.
Kellita looked around at the maids and lowered her voice.
“I will kill Vercheria, Your Majesty.”
Kellita’s breathing became rough.
Gerard, suspicious, silently stared at her and asked again in an incredulous voice, “How?”
“I’ll figure it out somehow. Until then, I’ll take full responsibility alone.”
“…”
“Rather than dying, it’s better to be the one who kills.”
Slowly, Gerard’s grip on Kellita’s jaw loosened.
He raised one corner of his mouth and said, “Just until the moment before death.”
“What?”
“Bring me to you just before I die.”
Releasing Kellita, Gerard turned around and left the room without following him.
There was someone standing and looking down at Kellita without following him.
“Leone.”
Leone silently looked at Kellita and widened her smile.
“It’s okay.”
Kellita looked bewildered.
“What?”
“Your current appearance is much better than laughing like a fool. Rather than that, it’s much nicer to see you like this.”
As Leone walked away, shaking her charming hips, Kellita’s eyes burned with anger.
“Why is everyone acting like this? Don’t they know who I am?”
When Leone disappeared into the corridor, the maids rushed towards Kellita.
Unable to bear the rage, Kellita shouted to the maids supporting her.
“I’m going to the Empress!”
When the maids did not respond, Kellita shouted again.
“Right now!”
Wyatt poured wine for Lacrahane.
Since the two met during the war, such drinking sessions had repeated countless times.
Whether it was when Lacrahane had saved Wyatt, who was on the verge of death, or when Lacrahane had fallen into despair after losing someone in the order of knights.
They had sat in front of each other, tilting their wine glasses like this.
“It’s not as strong as the alcohol we used to drink on the battlefield, but even this amount feels quite strong now.”
Without hesitation, Lacrahane raised her wine glass and gulped down the grape wine.
“Oh, Duke!”
When Wyatt called him, Lacrahane had already placed an empty glass in front of him.
“Why.”
Wyatt scrutinized Lacrahane’s face, eyebrows furrowing. The exquisite features, falling from the forehead to meet the gaze, tilted as if unsure of the answer.
Wyatt narrowed his eyes, the corners of his eyes tightening slightly, and asked, “Are you okay?”
Lacrahane, propping his chin with the hand he had placed on the table, stared intently at Wyatt, who looked different from usual. Lacrahane’s pitch-black pupils, impossible to measure in depth, made it difficult to guess what he was thinking, even after all these years.
“Duke.”
“Hmm.”
Unexpectedly, Wyatt flicked his fingers and opened his mouth.
“Do you genuinely love Vercheria?”
It was a difficult question, but Lacrahane’s face showed no expression change.
Wyatt waited for him to answer, unable to endure the silence, and spoke again.
“Well, you see, it’s a bit strange because the Goddess of Weather and the Duke meet so coincidentally and things keep happening. Unless intentionally done, such things can’t happen.”
Instead of answering, when Lacrahane gestured to the empty wine glass with his eyes, Wyatt filled it with wine using his blunt hand.
“It’s not a coincidence.”
“Yes?”
“I can’t explain it in detail, but Vercheria and I are connected by a special bond. It’s inevitable that coincidences continue.”
“What does that mean?”
“The important thing is.”
Lacrahane, after swallowing the wine in his glass, smoothly traced the part where his lips had touched with his finger.
“Whether by coincidence or some crazy act, I must keep Vercheria by my side. Wyatt.”
“……Yes?”
“Without Vercheria, there is no longer any meaning for me to live, even for one more day.”
Lacrahane finished speaking and suddenly slumped his head on the table with a thud.
Thud. Hurrying over, Wyatt looked at Lacrahane’s shoulders with puzzled eyes.
And before he could settle his feelings.
Knock, knock.
A knocking sound came from outside.
Wyatt rushed to the door in a hurry.
“Wh-who is it?”
It’s Princess Kellita. Wyatt.
In response to the completely unexpected voice, Wyatt’s pupils began to shake as if an earthquake had occurred.
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
