How to Divorce a Obsessive Emperor Safely (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
‘I feel like I’m going to suffocate and die.’
That was the feeling Lasilia had after spending half a day with the Emperor.
‘Why does he keep staring like that?’
She hadn’t realized that “I’ll always stay by your side” would mean this.
They ate meals together, drank tea together, read books, and she even watched as he stamped the imperial seal onto piles of official documents brought in by his secretaries.
All audiences, however, had been refused—on the trivial excuse that he simply didn’t want to go all the way to the audience chamber.
‘…No, somehow it doesn’t feel trivial at all.’
That persistent gaze was absolutely anything but trivial.
Just imagining him staring at her with those eyes even in the audience chamber sent an inexplicable chill down her spine.
‘Everyone must think the Emperor… has gone mad or something similar.’
Apparently, the Blue Moon was that severe.
After all, he was now watching the Empress—who he normally wouldn’t spare a glance for—as if every second were precious.
‘Not that my memories will return before the Blue Moon anyway.’
Thud.
The Emperor stamped the seal onto the last document.
“It’s over now.”
“I see.”
She was secretly uneasy.
‘It seemed like he was just stamping without even reading.’
Well, it was someone else’s empire, after all.
“Now we can do anything. Is there something you’d like to do?”
She didn’t particularly want to do anything—she just wished he’d stop staring.
“Nothing in particular.”
“Then let’s go for a walk.”
The Emperor suggested a stroll as if he’d anticipated her refusal.
“A walk…?”
“Do you dislike walks?”
“I’m not sure… No, I don’t dislike them.”
The Emperor probably didn’t realize it, but the word “walk” sounded incredibly fresh to Lasilia.
The life of a prophetess was simple.
Most of her daily routine consisted of sleeping in a dark, windowless room deep within the Grand Temple.
Because her prophetic abilities manifested early, Lasilia had lived without windows since childhood.
Of course, she occasionally left the temple—mostly to stand before crowds during royal ceremonies as a symbolic figure of the Grand Temple. But that was entirely different from taking a walk.
Lasilia was able to play the role of Empress reasonably well precisely because, as a prophetess, she frequently interacted with royalty.
To interpret dreams, Lasilia knew much about the continent’s history and political affairs, yet conversely, she knew even less about things unnecessary for her role as a prophetess.
Whenever she stepped outside the temple, the world beyond was entirely unknown territory to her.
Every room in the imperial palace had large windows.
If the Emperor hadn’t spent the entire day staring at her like that, Lasilia probably never would have felt suffocated even if she stayed in her bedroom her whole life.
“Is that alright, then?”
The Emperor gazed fixedly at her face.
“…I’ve found something.”
“What do you mean?”
“Something you like.”
“…?”
“Your expression changed.”
While Lasilia unconsciously touched her own face, the Emperor rose from the temporary desk and approached her.
“Shall we go, then?”
The Emperor courteously extended his arm before Lasilia.
[This is the timeline separator]The walk turned out to be freer than expected.
The guards and attendants who had surrounded them front, back, and sides silently disappeared at the garden entrance.
The imperial palace gardens were divided into four main sections, and the place they had come to was called the Garden of Water.
Stretching alongside the deep, wide canal that supplied water to the palace, this vast garden deliberately minimized trees and planted low flowers to create an open vista. Fountains and statues blended beautifully with colorful blossoms, making the garden exquisitely lovely.
‘Ah…’
So captivated was she by the scene before her eyes that she momentarily forgot the discomfort of the Emperor firmly holding her arm.
She even forgot how, while walking beside her, he kept turning his head to stare intently at her face.
“Do you like it?”
The Emperor asked.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Is it because you’re walking with me?”
Lasilia subtly changed the subject.
“It’s because the garden is beautiful… except for one spot.”
She added the last part only after noticing a corner of the garden.
In this otherwise perfect garden, there was one place where all the flowers had been cut down.
“What happened over there?”
Since the cut flowers seemed to be causing trouble, gardeners were busily pruning the branches of the affected plants.
“This way.”
Reskal subtly blocked with his body the spot where Gadenia had bloomed profusely just yesterday and pointed toward the opposite direction.
“Yes, Your Majesty?”
“I thought it best to go this way. How about a boat ride? If you’d like, I’ll have a boat prepared.”
Something seemed suspicious—he was clearly hiding something.
“A boat ride sounds nice. But I’d like to know what happened over there.”
Reskal frowned.
“Why do you need to know that?”
“Was there something I shouldn’t know about?”
“No, nothing like that. I just thought you might enjoy a boat ride.”
She’d never been on a boat before. She was curious what it would feel like to float and drift along the water.
“If it’s something difficult to talk about, I’ll just let it go.”
If the Emperor insisted on keeping it hidden, she’d ask the birds instead.
Unexpectedly, the Emperor muttered while avoiding her eyes with an awkward expression.
“No, it’s not that I’m trying to hide anything…”
Just then, Rian interrupted.
“Just tell her, Your Majesty. It’s hardly a secret. It’d be more troublesome if you caused a misunderstanding.”
Lasilia was startled as Rian suddenly crawled out from under a flowering shrub.
What surprised her even more was that the Emperor instantly wrapped his arms tightly around her the moment he sensed Rian’s presence.
“…Why are you coming out from there?”
“My apologies for startling you, Your Majesty. It’s because of that damn crow.”
“A crow?”
“Yes. It stole something from me, and while chasing it, I ended up….”
Rian brushed off the dirt clinging to her clothes, mixing in a muffled curse under her breath.
“In any case, you should just tell her, Your Majesty. Surely Her Majesty the Empress already knows what happened in the Gadenia Garden? It was one of the few places in the palace you truly liked.”
“…?”
Lasilia strained to turn her head and look at the Emperor. Because he was completely encircling her with his arms, she ended up gazing up at him from beneath her chin.
“…I didn’t ruin it on purpose.”
His tense jawline was the first thing she noticed. The Emperor still couldn’t meet her eyes.
“I just… told them to bring as much as possible since you liked it the most.”
“… …Ah.”
Lasilia finally connected the completely stripped garden with the Emperor’s secret.
Apparently, the flowers he’d sent in abundance yesterday were called Gadenia.
“You didn’t ruin it.”
“…I didn’t expect it to turn out like that.”
“Then the Rose Garden must look similar.”
“That one’s fine. I only asked for a single bouquet.”
Calling that amount a “single bouquet” seemed rather shameless.
“I understand. Please let go of me.”
“…”
The Emperor subtly pouted—a look already familiar to Lasilia.
‘He always makes that face when I ask him to let go.’
His reluctant, hesitant withdrawal of his hand was also something she’d grown used to.
And she herself seemed to be gradually growing accustomed to such things—like the time the Emperor had tightly embraced her before she even knew Rian was Rian.
‘It’s somewhat similar to when he insisted on eating the unknown fruit first.’
It felt as though he was instinctively shielding her from some unknown threat.
‘Even if the Empress feels no emotion, could there be some kind of instinct as a partner? …Well, that must be why they call it a fated partner.’
It was a sorrowful thing—the Empress’s mark was fading away.
‘Perhaps that’s proof there’s another partner. Maybe as the Empress’s mark disappears, it appears on someone else.’
Since they were always born as a pair, if the Empress wasn’t the true one, then the real partner must exist somewhere.
‘I wish that person would just realize it and appear.’
There were only two possibilities.
Either the true partner would reveal themselves, or the Empress would vanish, prompting the Emperor to search for the real one himself.
‘I wish I could dream about the true partner.’
Just as she reached that thought—
Rian, who had paused mid-brush of dirt and was carefully observing Reskal’s reaction, asked,
“By the way, Your Majesties, shall we board the boat now?”
The Emperor finally met her gaze.
“What do you think?”
“I’m fine with it.”
Unbeknownst to herself, Lasilia was slightly excited.
It was pleasant to slowly walk from the Empress’s quarters all the way to the Garden of Water, and even more so to leisurely feel the fresh sunlight and air directly on her skin.
Riding a boat would be even more novel.
“Ah, you do enjoy boat rides! Then please take your time walking down to the dock. I’ll go ahead and prepare the boat.”
Having spoken, Rian dashed off toward the canal.
[This is the timeline separator]“Hmm… You really do like boat rides, don’t you?”
About ten minutes had passed since they’d boarded.
Rian had insisted—almost forcibly—that she row the boat herself, so she joined them on the ride.
When a sword master-level knight set her mind to rowing, the small skiff on the canal shot straight into the middle of the water as if it were a warship.
Since it was Lasilia’s first boat ride, she didn’t realize there was anything wrong.
She simply thought boat rides were far more thrilling than horseback riding.
“It seems so. It’s fun because it’s fast.”
“What? Fun because it’s fast?”
“But…”
“…”
Rian blinked at her own face.
Reskal sensed from that expression that something was amiss.
“Isn’t the sun too hot?”
Just as Reskal spoke to Lasilia—partly to divert attention, partly as an excuse to stay close a little longer—
“Argh! That damn bird!”
Caw!
Rian abruptly stood up in the boat and handed the oar to Reskal.
“Your Majesty! Forgive my boldness, but please hold this! Hey, you cursed bird! Give back my things!”
Rian drew her sword and swung it toward the sky, shouting furiously.
“Oh, that bird…”
It was unmistakably the black one among the birds that had spoken to her before.
“Caw!”
—Later, later. The moon rises, the moon rises.
From afar, the black bird called out. It must have appeared just to deliver this message.
“That’s…”
Lasilia covered her mouth with her hand.
If it mentioned the moon, it likely referred to the Blue Moon.
Rian snapped in frustration.
“Please look, Your Majesty! That bird—it’s incredibly suspicious, isn’t it? For some reason, it always picks on me!”
Lasilia pretended ignorance and defended the bird.
“Maybe it’s just passing by? Birds wouldn’t torment humans for no reason.”
Rian ground her teeth.
“Your Majesty doesn’t know, so you say that. But just now, that vile bird did something to me… Ah! My chance!”
To Lasilia, the distance still seemed far, but apparently not to Rian. Until now, she’d treated it casually as just a bird—but now she was serious. Lowering her body with a sword in her right hand, Rian prepared to leap into the air.
“My Lady! Stop!”
Lasilia tried to grab Rian.
“It’s dangerous! Don’t stand up!”
But Reskal grabbed Lasilia first and held her back.
‘No, don’t!’
Lasilia writhed inwardly, desperately crying out in her mind. Meanwhile, Rian, having precisely gauged the distance with sharp eyes, sprang upward, sword in hand.
The bird was in the sky, and humans couldn’t fly—yet Rian seemed certain she could catch the black bird somehow.
“No!”
At the very moment Lasilia cried out desperately, something happened.
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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Oh, Reskal is just an absolute sweetheart. The fact that he gets so protective because she fell into the water… I adore him! Though Lasilia still annoys the hell out of me. Girl, wake up! That man truly loves you.
Reskal is so sweet. I love how he gets over Lasilia and how he even rushes for her. But even though it’s so obvious that everyone notices it, Lasilia is such an idiot that she will never suspect the Emperor is in love with her.
Ugh, I seriously can’t stand Lasilia. She is a total pain. Reskal is such a sunshine, I still love how dedicated he is to her, but she doesn’t even make an effort to pretend, and this is coming from someone who claims she doesn’t want to raise suspicions. She is so stiff, ugh.
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“Saint Malik’s knights…?”
His full name is Malik Mahmoud😑 How many times do Koreans portray Arab characters as sorcerers and charlatans? 😮💨🤨
“Doesn’t it seem too uncanny to be mere coincidence? What if that crow brought t
This girl deserves applause and the title of investigator. Why did she even become a knight?
“It’s not just about people. You know the saying—‘Birds hear daytime talk.’”
😂😂 she had been traumatized by the birds herself, tho she is right 🤔
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Rahzel Everlasting
Ugh, Lasilia, it’s as simple as looking at yourself and realizing you have the mark because you are his fated match, not Cartagena, girl! This female lead is stressing me out.
Reskal is a sunshine as always. I love him.
I hope they don’t catch the poor crow; Rian tripping or falling into the water would be the absolute best hahaha.