Multifaceted…
A slow vibration shook her body.
Lascellia realized she was on a carriage.
“A carriage… Where am I going?”
If she was on a carriage, it meant she had left the temple. Lascellia felt like her head was splitting and tried to recall her memories.
“If I left the temple, there must have been a reason… Did something happen that required me to verify the prophecy?”
But what was the prophecy again?
If she made a prophecy, there would be a dream-keeper who heard its contents.
“Flo…, …….”
Lascellia, who was about to call the dream-keeper’s name, stopped speaking. Suddenly, her mouth felt frozen.
“Why? Why do I feel reluctant to say that name?”
She couldn’t understand. But an intense aversion poured out from that name, almost making her stomach churn.
“Flo… the dream-keeper,”
Multifaceted… Thud.
Meanwhile, the carriage came to a stop.
Lascellia straightened her body, holding her head.
“…?”
She was momentarily too bewildered to speak.
She wasn’t wearing the attire of a prophet but a valuable dress befitting an imperial noble. Moreover, she wasn’t wearing a headdress. Long hair flowed down her shoulders in a loose cascade.
Lascellia, with her head in her hands, uttered her confusion.
“What is this exactly…?”
“Lascellia, are you awake by any chance?”
A strange voice echoed. It was a young man’s voice.
‘Who is it?’
If she didn’t recognize him, it meant he wasn’t a priest’s servant.
“I’m awake. Who are you? Where are we going?”
“Ah, so you’re awake. I’ll open the door.”
Click.
The carriage door opened.
Come to think of it, this wasn’t a temple carriage.
All temple carriages had to be white. This carriage had only the chair covered in green velvet, the rest painted entirely in black.
“Are you feeling okay?”
A man whose face she didn’t recognize appeared. Strangely, the face seemed familiar.
“…My head hurts a bit. Why did I leave the temple?”
“Eh?”
Seemingly confused, the man turned his head. Next to him was another person who also seemed to know something she didn’t. A person with eyes covered by white cloth. It was strange to not recognize such a person.
He whispered something into the man’s ear.
“I’ll explain everything in due time. For now, let’s rest for the night at the inn since it’s late.”
“Inn? Did the Imperial Palace permit this?”
“I’ll explain everything later.”
The man postponed explaining everything.
It was strange. As a prophet, Lascellia rarely left the temple. Moreover, to stay at an inn, and even more peculiar, without a dream-keeper.
“Do you have a dream-keeper?”
“… I did not bring one with me.”
“In that case, I should return to the temple. A prophet who doesn’t know when a prophecy will come can’t sleep in a place without a dream-keeper.”
The young man looked embarrassed.
However, he soon nodded with a face that seemed to accept it.
“I was hasty in my thoughts, Lady Lascellia. If you would, please disembark for a moment. I will just change the carriage.”
“Why change the carriage?”
“The horses are too tired.”
“In such a case, wouldn’t changing the horses be sufficient?”
“Well… the carriage wheels are also worn out, so it’s better to change them.”
“…”
She couldn’t dismiss the slight suspicion, but there was nothing more to delve into.
“If that’s the case.”
Lascellia gathered her voluminous skirts and rose from the carriage.
“Please take my hand.”
A young man with silver hair and blue eyes extended his hand.
Having never held the hand of someone other than a dream-keeper, Lascellia hesitated for a moment before taking the offered hand.
“Wait.”
While doing so, her gaze suddenly fell on the white shoes visible beneath her skirts.
She had never seen shoes made of white silk with golden embroidery. A prophet should never wear such shoes.
“Why am I dressed like this?”
Lascellia let go of the man’s hand and asked, “Oh, that’s…”
“Ugh.”
Suddenly, a headache surged, and Lascellia leaned against the carriage door.
“Lascellia!”
The silver-haired man rushed into the carriage. He hurriedly sat Lascellia down on the seat.
“Is your head hurting? They said it would get better with time. For now…”
His gaze went to the blue eyes of the man.
They were clear and kind eyes. Only now did she remember those eyes.
Those eyes belonged to a prince of the Delarta royal family.
“…It’s all right, Prince Ecellion.”
As she recognized the man, words came out naturally.
“Do you… recognize me, Lady Lascellia?”
Prince Ecellion looked perplexed.
“I recognized those eyes. I am—”
At that moment, the person with eyes covered by white cloth entered the carriage.
“Your Highness, it’s dangerous.”
“Yenion, not yet.”
The one called Yenion took off the white cloth. White pupils were revealed, and at that moment, Lascellia realized what she had to do.
“Do not open those eyes towards me.”
She remembered.
What those eyes had done to her.
Those eyes could curse a human being. More precisely, the emotions caused by memories.
From the moment she opened her eyes as Lescale’s companion, those eyes took away the memories since then.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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