“Ah, just drive her away? I don’t like the feel of that woman.”
Of course, before doing that, silencing the noisy Wyatt would be the priority.
“Understood. I’ll drive her away when the time comes, so stop talking about it.”
Lakrahan turned around to prevent further conversation.
“…….”
Right in front of him stood a blonde woman with the children.
Lakrahan momentarily furrowed his brows, meeting her gaze.
Though she flinched, she didn’t run away or look terrified as before.
“It worked out well. Shall we have a conversation for a moment?”
Lakrahan spoke politely and turned around.
He walked toward the south castle, questioning if the woman would follow him.
As he rounded the corner and glanced back, he saw Tatiyana dragging the woman along.
“Ha.”
Lakrahan shook his head incessantly.
“She’s coming anyway.”
He swaggered into the lavishly decorated south gate.
[Star Icon]The place where Lakrahan took the woman was the library in the basement of the south castle.
Tatiyana couldn’t follow as Wyatt caught her, so she didn’t make it inside.
Lakrahan, who had been walking ahead, turned his head and saw a woman walking in the wrong direction.
He slowed down, blocked her path, and corrected her direction.
Though called a personal library, it was an enormous place.
“Books collected by the family since before the war. Many are rare, so others are not allowed to enter.”
Golden eyes slowly shifted to Lakrahan’s broad back.
He continued walking, raising his voice.
“I’ve brought you here because I have to say something others shouldn’t hear.”
A man covered in sturdy muscles, but his hand brushing his thin hair was long and delicate.
Reaching the center of the library, Lakrahan looked down at her with black eyes.
“You can’t speak, they say.”
He extended his hand to a book spread open on a stand.
“But I think you can still move your fingers.”
The woman stared intently at the book and the words inside that Lakrahan was pointing at.
“I have a question.”
She could now point to the words in the book to answer Lakrahan if she wished.
“The rain that fell from the warehouse.”
She looked up at him.
“Did you do it?”
Instead of answering, she tightly clenched her fists at her thighs.
“I’ll ask again.”
Lakrahan raised his cold, sharpened eyes.
“You, are you a witch?”
The woman did not answer again, and Lakrahan could not read her golden eyes this time either.
Emperor Gerard, who ruled this continent, called this place, where Bercheria had disappeared, ‘the land ruled by humans.’
Though the gods had vanished, they had won the war and had held strong for half a century without them.
The emperor, claiming to be a god himself, had thundered laws to eradicate all magic from the land.
He had imprisoned all the witches in underground dungeons, and publicly vowed to kill them with his own hands if the gods returned.
Lakrahan exhaled a short breath.
“Even if you’re a witch, I don’t plan to inform the empire.”
Rather, he intended to protect her.
He suspected that the rain she brought down was the power of divine water.
Without being divine, making it rain was impossible.
But if she possessed divine water, it was an entirely different matter.
She could make it rain anywhere, anytime.
“If you can make it rain.”
Lakrahan had asked himself many questions about this matter.
About how far he could betray his conscience for the North and its people.
He had to keep thinking until he was certain of himself.
“I will grant you anything you want, assuming that you truly have the ability to make it rain.”
Lakrahan’s eyes turned coldly toward the woman.
“Whatever it is, no matter how bad.”
A change of expression appeared on the face of the woman who had shown no reaction all along.
Lakrahan left her alone, allowing her to read him.
In his gaze and expression, he allowed her to know that he did not lie in any of it.
“She must have hidden in the warehouse since she had nowhere to go, and protected the children even if it meant revealing her abilities, since she is not a bad person.”
He had expected her to reply in some way, but the woman still did not move, tightly gripping her thigh with her hand.
“So I’ll give it a try. If I can make it rain or stop it when needed.”
He spat out a sighlike word.
“People don’t have to die anymore.”
Lakrahan’s gaze fell, and the woman’s breath stopped.
As his thick eyebrows drooped, a shadow was cast on his thin cheek.
He pressed down on his eyelid with the tip of his finger, as if tired.
Underneath his masculine, solid body were deep and calm eyes.
Someone shouted from outside the library.
“What’s the matter?”
When he went out, Wyatt was urgently looking for Lakrahan.
Upon hearing his story, Lakrahan, who had been conversing with the woman until just moments ago, rushed outside without looking back.
[Star Icon]“I’m fine. I’m, I’m fine, so when the Duke comes…….”
When Lakrahan arrived, Mrs. Morgan was hanging from a tree.
The bent branch looked like it was about to break at any moment.
“Ha.”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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