Fearlessly (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Lakrahan shifted sideways to avoid Bercheria’s hair fluttering in the air and shouted his question.
“So you have to explain what the second method is, right!”
Her reply came through the wind.
“I’m going to ride it.”
“You mean that monstrous divine beast?”
“Yes.”
“Ha! I’m going mad.”
Lakrahan let out an incredulous chuckle.
“Is it absolutely necessary?”
“Yes.”
Bercheria fixed her gaze straight at him, as if emphasizing her point.
“Absolutely.”
“…….”
“Don’t be afraid—just do as I say for now…… Ah!”
Bercheria’s body suddenly floated into the air.
Lakrahan had wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her so her feet no longer touched the ground.
“Hey!”
Lakrahan’s eyes had turned icy cold.
He began running at a speed incomparable to just moments before.
As he quickly closed the distance to Muha, he used the recoil from pushing off the ground to leap high into the air.
Even while holding Bercheria in one arm, his movement to reach out and grab Muha’s wing with the other was flawlessly smooth.
“Huh.”
He set Bercheria down onto the fur, who until just moments ago had been carried like a sack.
“Then do it now. What needs to be done.”
His eyes, visible through his tousled golden hair, had returned to their usual expression.
Bercheria tidied her hair and muttered.
“Don’t do this again next time. I can handle it myself.”
Lakrahan gave a soft, amused smile.
“I’m getting tired of hearing ‘thank you.’ I’ll save it for this time.”
“Ha.”
“What now?”
Bercheria, who had been staring at him with narrowed eyes, composed herself and looked up at the sky.
“I suppose it’s time I used my power.”
Kwakwagwang! Plop, plop.
Suddenly, raindrops began falling from the sky one by one, then a flash of light burst forth from the heart of the clouds.
The change was astonishingly swift—far beyond anything she had summoned before.
Lightning formed in an instant, piercing straight through the clouds and striking down right beside Muha’s feet.
Keeewaaat!
Startled, Muha leapt sideways—only for another bolt of lightning to crash down immediately next to it.
When it fled the other way, lightning struck there too.
Ploof, boom.
Instinctively sensing danger, Muha spread its wings wide and soared upward into the sky.
The lightning relentlessly struck down, as if deliberately blocking Muha from escaping the tower.
Keeeyak!
With just a few flaps of its wings, Muha had already risen halfway up the tower.
On its back, Lakrahan gazed down at the shrinking forest landscape.
“Ah!”
Bercheria wobbled, unable to withstand the wind resistance, and he pulled her shoulder close to himself.
“Good thing you’re small. Otherwise, I’d have dropped you already.”
Bercheria narrowed her eyes at Lakrahan, then curtsied like a refined lady at a ball.
“Your gratitude overwhelms me so—I hardly know where to put myself, Your Grace.”
At Bercheria’s playful act, Lakrahan let out a short laugh.
Then, bowing his head like a gentleman, he replied.
“It’s an honor that you sensed my feelings so clearly, Bercheria.”
Both straightened up simultaneously, gave soft chuckles, and turned their heads away.
Bercheria looked at the outer wall of the tower, where just days ago she had clung with all her might.
It felt strangely surreal.
When she escaped this place, she never imagined she’d regain her strength so quickly.
She had assumed that if she ever returned, it would be in ten or twenty years.
But since meeting Lakrahan, her thoughts had gradually changed.
The moment their eyes met in the burning warehouse, Bercheria felt as if a whirlwind had stirred inside her.
It was a strange sensation—as if her lost powers might return to her in an instant, whenever she truly willed it.
She’d never felt anything like it before.
It wasn’t her doing.
It was this man’s ability.
There was something special about Lakrahan.
Perhaps he truly was one who possessed the ice attribute.
Since ancient times, Bercheria’s Awakeners had lived in close connection with humans bearing the ice attribute.
Only their mana could melt into her body, enhancing the healing of accumulated fatigue and other ailments.
But once humans learned that using their mana eroded their very lives, they ceased striving for Bercheria’s sake.
‘I’ll know for sure once we go up.’
Bercheria tugged gently on Lakrahan’s sleeve as he looked downward.
“I’ll jump into the tower. Just follow closely behind me. Can you do that?”
Lakrahan shouted back through the fierce wind resistance.
“No.”
He wrapped his arm around Bercheria’s waist and tucked her against his side like a bag.
“Hey! What are you doing now!”
“Oh. Haven’t I mentioned this yet?”
“……?”
“I’m not the type to follow anyone else’s lead.”
“Ugh!”
Lakrahan held the squirming Bercheria tighter and kicked off Muha’s back with his long legs, leaping upward.
There were many rumors about the Tower of Darkness, where Bercheria was said to live.
Some claimed it was filled with gold and treasures, while others insisted it overflowed with divine artifacts.
Another claimed a vast space larger than the entire North was hidden within, where Bercheria lived luxuriously, using people as slaves.
Whatever the case, in people’s imaginations, the Tower of Darkness was a mysterious place shrouded in secrets.
A place where all the finest and most splendid things were gathered.
“So this was your home?”
Lakrahan held his collar over his nose, unable to bear the foul stench.
A vile odor—mixed with dust and mold—pierced his brain like a needle.
“You asked where I’d been. I’ve been here from the start.”
Bercheria answered casually, as if accustomed to it, and walked toward the wall.
Lakrahan quietly watched her retreating figure.
‘From the start……?’
He recalled the very first time she appeared in the warehouse.
Her worn-out top and tattered skirt hem had made her look like a vagrant.
Had it not been for her natural scent, he would have been certain she was one.
For the same reason, no one ever suspected she might be the Goddess of Weather—
despite her unusual appearance of golden hair and golden eyes.
“How long is ‘from the start’? Surely you didn’t grow up here.”
Bercheria removed her hand from the wall and turned to face him.
A thin pillar’s shadow fell upon the sharp line of the man’s jaw, standing tall in the center of the tower.
“This is Bercheria’s tower. I was born here and raised here.”
Having said that, she turned back toward the wall.
“…….”
Lakrahan slowly chewed the inside of his cheek.
The tower’s interior was worse than the stables in his own castle.
Who would ever believe the Goddess of Weather had lived in such a place all this time?
While Bercheria was trapped in this filth, the people below cursed and resented both the fickle weather and the woman who governed it.
They deeply resented the Goddess of Weather, believing she lived comfortably while they suffered.
Yet at the tower’s peak, there were no treasures, no vast spaces, not even a comfortable bed to lie on.
‘Unbelievable.’
Lakrahan walked toward the tower’s edge.
Beyond the gaping window, an empty, biting chill filled the air.
When he leaned out to look, the dizzying height made it impossible to see any proper scenery.
Only clouds—and empty sky.
‘Is it even possible to live a lifetime in a place like this?’
It was an environment no sane mind could endure.
Until now, Lakrahan had been certain there was no place more dreadful than the battlefields he’d experienced.
But now, this silent, barren place seemed far more pitiful than that blood-soaked ground filled with endless cries of pain.
“Was it that you couldn’t leave—or that you chose not to?”
At his muttered words, Bercheria replied.
“I couldn’t leave. Only Mother can come and go from this place.”
“Mother?”
“Yes. Even now, Mother is…… probably searching for me. So we must leave before she returns.”
Bercheria’s voice, usually fearless, trembled slightly.
“Even you couldn’t defeat Mother. No one could. Never.”
She took a deep breath and placed her hand back on the wall.
“This tower was made by condensing my power.”
Lakrahan tilted his head slightly.
“What does that mean?”
Bercheria turned to look at him.
Her eyes sparkled in the unusually bright moonlight of that night.
“Have you ever heard of Bercheria’s staff?”
Lakrahan’s eyes widened slightly beneath his slowly lifting eyelids.
Bercheria’s staff.
A divine artifact as famous as the Goddess of Weather herself rose in his memory.
“Mother! Look at this!”
A small, chubby hand tugged at a mink cloak.
The woman knelt beside her son, who had been scribbling on the forest floor, and gently wiped his plump cheeks.
“Hmm. Let me see. What has our Lakrahan drawn?”
The boy stared intently at his mother’s face, lips twitching, eager to reveal the answer quickly.
“Ah! I know—it’s a flower! The evening primrose you love?”
The boy’s eyes drooped.
“Ah! Got it! Could it be the candy our Lakrahan loves?”
“…….”
“Wrong again?”
The woman, whose eyes mirrored her son’s exactly, couldn’t resist hugging him tightly—his disappointed expression was just too adorable—before letting go.
“Lakrahan, give Mama just one hint. I’ll guess it right away!”
“Okay!”
The boy barely held back his laughter, raised one short finger, and pointed to the tall tower rising behind his mother.
Following his gesture, the woman turned her head and let out a soft, “Ah!”
“I see—it’s Bercheria’s staff, isn’t it?”
“Yes!”
Both burst into cheerful laughter.
“Let’s go now. Father will be looking for us.”
“Yes!”
The woman stood and reached her hand toward the boy.
The boy brushed off his hands, firmly grasped his mother’s, and looked up at the tower.
At the dizzying height of the tower—so tall its peak vanished from sight—a glimmer of light appeared and then disappeared.
“Huh? Mother, is someone up there on that tower?”
The woman smiled tenderly.
“It’s probably Bercheria.”
“Have you ever seen Bercheria?”
“Of course.”
“What does she look like?”
“Beautiful. Golden hair and golden eyes. Her staff is the same color as her eyes—just like the midday sun.”
“Wow.”
Lakrahan kept his gaze fixed on the tower’s peak as he hurried along with his short legs.
“But it must be boring—living with just a staff all the time.”
The woman laughed again at her son’s words.
“Then someday, our Lakrahan will become Bercheria’s friend.”
“Really? Can I?”
“Of course. Lakrahan inherited your father’s ice attribute, so you’ll make a wonderful friend for the Goddess of Weather.”
“Will she think of me as a friend?”
“Who in the world wouldn’t love our Lakrahan? You’re far too adorable. Right?”
Lakrahan parted his sparrow-like lips and answered.
“Yes!”
And as he looked toward the tower’s peak, he whispered silently in his heart.
Next time we meet, let’s definitely become friends.
By then, I’ll be a magnificent king of a great nation.
After that, whenever he passed the tower, it became his habit to stare up at it for a while,
imagining how splendid and wonderful it must be inside.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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I have a inkling that Lione is probably Berche’s ‘Mother’?