If Reskal’s companion disappears before his thirtieth birthday, he will lose control over the demon’s blood.
If that happens, what will become of Reskal? Will he become a demon?
What does it mean to become a demon?
In Riyan’s imagination, will he try to annihilate the human world? For what reason? Is it an outburst of loss, or is it because it is the nature of a demon?
[Dash] I will stop Your Majesty. Because I’m the only one.That was Riyan’s fear.
If he loses Racillia, he might have to aim his sword at Reskal himself.
The reason Riyan couldn’t become a Sword Master was there.
Riyan was strong. However, he couldn’t overcome the final step. He wanted to become stronger, but at the same time, he didn’t want to. Because once he became stronger, there would be no turning back. At that point, there would truly be no one else but himself.
The person who had to face Reskal.
“Sigris, Your Highness.”
Peering into someone else’s heart meant that emotions would come over.
Racillia’s heart, like Riyan’s, was confused, fearful, and desperate.
[Dash] You will eventually despise and avoid humans. You will grumble in distrust. Just like those who peered into humans did.The words spoken by the demon in the dream came to mind.
Racillia quietly lowered her head.
“No, it’s not like that.”
Racillia knew where Riyan’s current uneasy and dark emotions originated. Riyan wanted to protect Reskal and was afraid that his strength might be insufficient.
“Yes, Your Majesty. Please speak.”
Riyan replied, trying to erase the anxiety that was bubbling up.
“If Riyan can’t protect me, I won’t lose my life. I swear by the name of the Prophet.”
“Well… Thank you for your comfort, but, as I mentioned, if His Highness Prince Delarta hadn’t appeared today, no one could guarantee—”
Racillia’s following words silenced Riyan.
“The one who will kill me will be you, Your Highness.”
“What… What are you saying?”
Riyan jerked as if he were about to jump.
“Such words… It’s impossible, isn’t it?”
“In the last dream I had as a prophet, the scene I saw was like that.”
“No, this… It’s impossible… Your Majesty? Right now, Your Majesty would eradicate the world for just a mosquito bite!”
It was a statement that could bring out a bitter laugh, but no one laughed.
“Not all prophecies come true. Showing the future in advance means giving humans the choice to take a different path. I, too, may have a different death.”
“Well… That’s fortunate, but… No, why would Your Majesty—”
Riyan hesitated, unable to choose the right words.
Racillia continued the conversation.
“And in the dream, Your Majesty appeared without any transformation. There’s nothing for Riyan to worry about. Perhaps it was possible because Riyan safely protected me. So, you can become as strong as you want.”
“Uh, then, could I… No, wait. Wait!”
Riyan looked at Racillia as if in disbelief, his eyes wide open.
“What are you saying now… What is it?”
“It means Riyan’s concerns are groundless. Don’t torment yourself worrying about things that don’t exist.”
“No, it’s not that…! How did you know what I’m worried about…? How could you know?”
“I saw it.”
“Saw it…?”
“As the ability of a companion and the power of a demon. While being bound by the demon’s blood, some of that power was transmitted to the companion.”
“Ugh… Well… No, then! If telling lies means that Your Majesty knows everything… Is that what you’re saying?”
“It’s not always like that, so you can be relieved.”
“Ugh… I see… Well, it’s a relief that it’s not always the case… But still,”
Riyan, who was clutching his head in distress, raised his gaze hesitantly.
“Um… Can I ask you something?”
“Permission granted.”
“Well, I, um… I mean, just a little bit, there were times when I told somewhat, well, questionable lies… Did you perhaps know about those too? Oh, to make excuses, it’s not because I’m such a messed-up person… It’s just that… Um, well, it’s because I regarded Your Majesty as a figure like Carthaina Pheleion……. No, of course, it’s quite contrary to the etiquette, but, you know.”
As he finished his rather long statement, his voice was gradually crawling up beyond a whisper.
“I am sincerely sorry… Truly, Your Majesty.”
Riyan mumbled with his head deeply bowed.
There was no doubt about his sincerity. If not, there would have been an immediate reaction.
“I know Riyan is an honest person. The resentment he harbored towards me was not unlike the heart that cares for Your Majesty. You don’t have to apologize to me.”
“No, that’s… Aren’t you being too forgiving…? I, um, stole a phoenix’s egg. It was an act of ignorance without knowing it was an egg.”
“Such a thing happened?”
“Oh, you didn’t know. Well, I didn’t know either, but I immediately had it taken away by a crow. … I sincerely apologize, Your Majesty.”
Riyan couldn’t bring himself to look up.
The earlier thought was not entirely wrong.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
