“Yes, I did. That’s why I hated it so much. If you think so lightly of beauty, just give it to me.”
“…Why are you saying that, Plota?”
Plota, who had really said something strange, smiled coldly, or ominously.
“I want you to know. So that you’ll be a little less wronged when you die.”
“Die… when?”
What on earth was Plota talking about?
Rasilia, who had grown up as a prophetess in the temple since she was very young, had no family or friends. Plota was the one who replaced all that.
So Rasilia couldn’t understand what Plota was saying now. Plota, making such an unfamiliar expression, seemed not to be the Plota she had known until now.
“Plota, why are you doing this? Are you angry with me? Did I do something wrong?”
Plota laughed dryly.
“You made many mistakes. Starting with the fact that you are a prophetess and I am just an insignificant dreamkeeper. Though they call me a dreamkeeper, I’m no different from a servant. Plus, you never even thought about using the power that a prophetess has, did you?”
The next moment, the smile on Plota’s face washed away.
“I was desperate for all that. Everything that you, Rasilia, have.”
“Plota……”
She didn’t know what to say. Plota’s inner feelings, which she had just learned for the first time, were too painful.
It was the moment when Rasilia was about to moisten her lips.
Eeheeheehee!
Suddenly, thump, thud!
The sudden stop of the carriage almost threw Rasilia forward.
“Oh, we must have arrived.”
Plota changed her expression and halfsmiled.
Then the carriage door was slammed open.
“What…!”
Rasilia’s face turned pale.
Because the person who opened the door of the carriage was none other than Emperor Ricardo.
“You timed it exactly right, Your Majesty.”
Plota greeted him with a bright smile.
A fact that she did not want to accept at all slapped Rasilia in the face.
“Plota, you couldn’t possibly…?”
Plota had betrayed her. She had told Emperor Ricardo the route that had to be rushed to the royal palace without anyone knowing. Undoubtedly, she had also told him the content of the prophecy.
“I told you so. Just a little less wronged before you die. It’s better than dying without knowing anything, right?”
King Ricardo approached and grasped Rasilia’s chin.
“Oh, nice to see you this way, beautiful prophet of Delaruta.”
His grip was enormous. It felt like the jawbone would shatter.
“That hand… remove it. I am the eye and mouth of God.”
Rasilia spoke, hiding her pain.
“Ah, that God doesn’t seem to be a good God to me.”
King Ricardo grinned sinisterly.
Flota and King Ricardo, who looked nothing alike, resembled twins for a moment.
“I said I would cut my brother’s neck, right? You, Prophet, hurry to tell him that. If he finds out, he will probably try to cut my neck a step ahead of me, won’t he?”
“It means that God is protecting the Kingdom of Delaruta… Urk,”
King Ricardo tightened his grip around the throat, and she was choked.
“Listen well, flowerlike prophet. It’s decided here and now. Die or live. If you want to live, go back to the temple quietly. And keep your mouth shut. Forever. I will become king by cutting my brother’s neck, as prophesied. Then I’ll take you out of that haunted den. If that halfandhalf face is worth something, I might take you as a concubine?”
Her vision blurred as she choked on her breath, and she saw Flota’s face distort.
“It’s useless, Your Majesty. Rasilia is stubborn, she has no flexibility to do that.”
King Ricardo ignored Flota’s words.
“Or you die here. So, what will you do?”
“……I,”
Rasilia desperately thought.
She had to get out of this place. She had to tell the king about the emperor’s rebellion.
But how?
‘I have to lie first. Pretend to cooperate and look for a chance somehow…’
Regrettably, there was no other way to save her life here. Flota had betrayed her, and by the silence of the temple’s horseman all the time, the knights brought by the emperor had either killed them or were in cahoots with Flota.
“……I don’t want to die.”
King Ricardo heard Rasilia’s laborious words and laughed.
“You don’t want to grow old and die a virgin. Good, then……,”
That was when.
“It’s a lie.”
Flota’s voice was heard, and suddenly there was a sting in her side.
“What are you doing!”
King Ricardo screamed.
So she knew that Flota had stabbed her with a knife.
“……Kuk!”
She felt a burning pain.
Had she seen a woman stabbed with a knife in a dream? The boundaries of reality and dreams seemed to mix.
“Don’t be fooled, Your Majesty. I know Rasilia the best. She will never cooperate with you. It’s safer to kill her as planned from the start.”
Thunk!
A tremendous pain was transmitted again where she had been stabbed once.
Flota twisted the deeply embedded knife once more. It was a definite intention to cut off her breath.
“Flo, ta…… You, you……”
Rasilia reached out, writhing, but Flota looked at her coldly. In his eyes, she was as good as dead.
“Damn it! Since it’s come to this, there’s no choice. She can’t be saved now.”
King Ricardo pulled the knife from Rasilia’s body as she twisted and fell to the side.
Spurt!
Blood gushed out uncontrollably.
“Get down.”
King Ricardo pushed Flota’s elbow towards the carriage door.
Flota glanced back at the bleeding Rasilia as he followed him down.
“Goodbye, Rasilia. Let’s never see each other again.”
“Flo… ta…”
Thud.
After the Emperor got down, the carriage door closed.
Clatter!
The emperor knocked on the carriage and gave orders to the knights.
“Take this and drop it off the cliff. The body of the groom as well. Make it look like an accident if it’s ever found.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Ah, no… I must… wake up. I must wake up and run away… to report the rebellion to the king…
Rasilia squeezed the last of her strength. However, with that strength, all she could do was wriggle her fingers.
Thump, thump, thump, thump… Boom!
Shortly after, the carriage carrying the bodies of Rasilia and the groom rolled down the distant cliff.
[This is the time separator]Finally, they have arrived.
Uh huh. They’re here. They’re here.
So now we’re… doing it?
The surroundings were chaotic.
The noise filled her ears, and her eyelids reacted first. Rasilia opened her dim eyes.
The first thing she saw was a bright light.
“……?”
It was too bright. Rasilia’s room had never been this bright.
Is this a dream?
…No, I died. It seems I’ve come to the land of the gods.
Rasilia opened her eyes and looked around at the unreal surroundings once more.
Her eyes finally turned to the window. On the elaborate window frame, covered with crumpled carvings and gilding, unfamiliar birds were sitting in a row, looking this way.
Caw.
Tweet tweet. Chirp chirp.
“……? Did you just speak to me?”
It was strange. The birds were certainly chirping, but it sounded like human speech to her ears.
“Who has come?”
It was then.
“Your Majesty the Empress. Did you cough?”
“……?”
Rasilia tilted her head.
Who is being referred to as the Empress?
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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