Bercheria was incredulous.
“Go to Feriat and find Bercheria, then marry her and….”
“So, the message was to take her to the Kingdom of Contana?”
Dikfer asked with a surprised face.
“How did you know?”
“Haah.”
Bercheria let out a long sigh.
She couldn’t even guess what the Supreme God was thinking right now.
Why he was trying to come between her and Lakrahan like this.
A strange sense of rebellion kept creeping up.
“Bercheria.”
Dikfer suddenly grabbed her hand and knelt, making her shoulders jump in surprise.
“Bercheria, this is fate. The reason I gave you the egg of Muha, the reason we met again by turning back time. This! There’s no other way to explain this but fate.”
Bercheria sighed and rubbed her eyes.
The cold air stung beneath her palm.
“God of Earth, Muha.”
“Yes.”
“One more thing I want to ask. How did you know Emperor Gerard is coming to the north?”
“Aah, that noisy man.”
Dikfer gently shook his head.
He knew about everything that happened on Earth without wanting to.
Especially where mana flows or is being used, it becomes as vivid as seeing it with his own eyes.
“I saw it.”
Dikfer closed his eyes and moved his lips slowly.
“What I really ‘saw’ is not the Emperor, but the boy with mana beside him.”
Dikfer’s mysterious silver eyes twinkled in the darkness.
“Emperor Feriat is coming to the north with a mysterious boy.”
[Star Icon]“Bercheria.”
Lakrahan, coming out of the library and opening the bedroom door, scanned the empty room.
He had received a promise from Bercheria that she would not move from here when he left this room.
“Seems like a type that doesn’t listen well.”
Lakrahan leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.
Taking a pocket watch out of his pocket, Lakrahan checked the time and pondered for a moment.
Should he go find Bercheria as it is, or should he do what he has to do?
“….”
Lakrahan, leaning slightly and looking at the bed, turned around and headed towards the library.
“She might be disobedient but not irresponsible.”
There was a crowd preparing for a wedding ceremony in the square, and Bercheria had clearly told him she would attend that ceremony.
So he believed that wherever she went, she would be back in time.
Lakrahan wanted to verify a thought that had occurred to him while working.
“Hello, Your Grace.”
A servant with cleaning tools greeted him as he passed by.
“Is the wedding preparation almost over? Are you going there?”
“No, to the library. If anyone looks for me, tell them to come there.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
Lakrahan strode down the hallway.
The Edkins family, where Lakrahan was born, had been living in this land much longer than the imperial Atal family.
They had been affluent and revered by the people for a long time here.
They generally disliked meddling in politics and did not seek power, but they were not merely spectators either.
As mages with ice attributes, they had firmly established their standing in the country.
Lakrahan passed by a sign at the library entrance that read, “One who doesn’t know the past cannot dream of the future.”
So far, while searching for information on the divine object, he had focused only on Bercheria.
Since the divine object was hers, he naturally assumed the reason it was split and shared was with her.
But on second thought, it could be because Lakrahan acted as a variable.
If things don’t work out, thinking from another perspective is basic.
He thought at least the effort wouldn’t be meaningless.
Edkins Lakrahan.
Because Lakrahan too was not born from an ordinary household.
Among those living in Periat, there was no one who did not know the Edkins family.
He walked deep into the library and began to read one by one the books about his own family.
On his arm holding up the book, the pattern made by Bercheria’s magic was vivid.
Unconsciously, Lakrahan touched his lips with his finger.
After today’s wedding ceremony, the two would spend their first night together.
When he spoke of marriage to Bercheria, Lakrahan had made one resolution.
Even if it was a marriage of necessity, he would treat her more sincerely than in a real marriage.
Of course, there would be no request for a divorce from Lakrahan’s side.
Now, this marriage would only end according to Bercheria’s opinion.
He had proposed out of fear of losing Bercheria, but afterward, he never regretted it even once.
Lakrahan wasn’t trying to take responsibility for the words he had said.
He wanted to keep Bercheria by his side even if he had to do so.
If he could keep her by his side using the magical symbol engraved on his arm, it wouldn’t be a bad way.
But he couldn’t dare do that since Bercheria’s life was at stake.
He intended to return Bercheria’s staff to her with all his effort.
Then the order in Periat would be restored properly.
The emperor would realize again that he was not the law, just an emperor, and the people would live stable lives in their homes and be grateful that Bercheria had returned.
Raising one eyebrow, Lakrahan imagined Bercheria holding her staff.
“Quite magnificent.”
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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