Inside the main temple, there was a place called the Prophet’s Room. It was a prison-like place without windows. It felt as if the temple was desperately hiding the prophet, fearing someone might steal her.
But since the rebellion, the main temple had not issued any prophecies. It seemed that the new king might have killed the prophet to silence her. The dreamweaver with the black hair also disappeared without a trace.
“She claimed to be a dreamweaver… The temple seems to have been purged by the new king, and she disappeared along with it.”
Malik’s knight desperately squeezed out the words.
But these words should have come sooner.
“Do you think I have only one ear? Do you have to say the same thing twice for a human to understand?”
“Ah, no, that… that… Well, maybe that woman could be the prophet! I, I mean, it’s not exactly clear who the prophet is…”
“Prophet… what?”
Hasdeyas’s eyes changed like finely honed blades.
“Prophet? Wasn’t it called a dreamweaver?”
“Yes, yes. That’s what I meant. The prophet must have precognitive abilities, so not anyone can be one. So naturally, I thought she might be a dreamweaver. But thinking about it, just because she was born in Eliaden doesn’t mean she couldn’t be Delarta’s prophet…”
“What are you saying?”
Splash!
Water droplets splattered in all directions.
“Ugh!”
As water droplets scattered, Malik’s knight rolled on the floor, clutching his face.
Hasdeya stood up from his chair and walked towards the knight.
Hasdeya’s foot stepped on the knight.
“Aaargh!”
“Hey, quiet down. Shut your mouth. A prophet?”
“…Ugh!”
The knight covered his mouth with his hands and nodded as if he would die.
“Damn it. So the story is completely different!”
“Ugh! Ugh!”
The incomplete screams sounded even more agonizing.
Rather than an outburst of anger, Hasdeyas kicked the knight playfully. It was more like a joke, but that made it even more terrifying.
“A prophet, you mean anyone can be one? Looking at the neighborhood, it seems they dream of prophecies. That woman, with just a piece of her tiny brain, knew that the insane god gave divine power to a human who uses magical-like powers. Yet, she played the role of a prophet. What could that mean, huh?”
Thud, thud!
“P-Please have mercy… Ugh!”
“Now do you get it? Why would a human, who may have forgotten how to use magic, resist my power? Damn, that’s ridiculous!”
Thud!
“…Kkh, …”
Malik’s knight’s unfocused eyes revealed the whites.
He was dead. Hasdeya looked down at the eyes with a sneer but didn’t stop kicking.
“Do you think I did this because you didn’t tell me? If you had said she was a prophet from the beginning, would I have done this?”
Still not satisfied, Hasdeya lowered his head and shouted into the knight’s ear.
“Would I have? …Ah. Damn, that’s right.”
With a lingering tongue, Hasdeya snapped his fingers in the air.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, flames erupted, engulfing the corpse.
Hasdeya watched the flames turning the corpse into ashes and muttered slowly, “It shouldn’t be left like this… If the power increases, it could be troublesome.”
The flames that had swallowed one corpse seemed to still burn vigorously, as if still hungry, for a while.
Knock, knock.
The bathroom door echoed.
Lascilia, startled, turned her head.
The whirlpool had long disappeared and was no more. So, it wasn’t a big deal. Ivet must have brought a towel.
“Come in.”
“…Is it okay?”
However, it was not Ivet but the Emperor.
“Your Majesty?”
Lascilia looked at the closed door.
Rather than being puzzled, she first wondered why he appeared at this moment.
“I intercepted it because the lady said she needed a towel. I hope you’re not angry.”
“… So, are you going to enjoy my bathing time now?”
“Not necessarily.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s because I didn’t want to waste time.”
“…”
In other words, he had finished his work and came to the empress’s palace, and at that moment, Lascilia was taking a bath. Instead of waiting for her, he took the towel and came to the bathroom. That was the meaning behind his words.
“If you don’t want me to come in, I’ll stay here. But don’t tell me to leave. …It might be nice to have a conversation. With the door in between.”
“…Is there a reason for that?”
“It’s something I haven’t tried with you.”
“…?”
“So, it’s a good thing for me.”
“…”
As always, the Emperor had the knack of preemptively taking the words away.
“If it’s just a conversation, that’s fine.”
She was reluctant to say she wouldn’t come in anymore. Besides, since realizing that she was a companion, Lascilia had become quite indifferent to the Emperor’s strange behavior.
She knew he wasn’t a person with strange or incomprehensible habits in general. It was only when it came to her, probably because the demonic instinct toward a companion might be unreasonable from a human perspective.
“Okay.”
Somehow, a cheerful response was heard. Then, the Emperor’s rustling sound of sitting in front of the door followed.
Sitting in the bathtub, Lascilia found herself unconsciously bringing her head closer to the direction of the door.
“But I have one thing I want to ask.”
Leaning beside the couch like when Lescale sat next to her, the Emperor began to talk.
“What would you like to know?”
“By any chance, hasn’t the mark returned?”
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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