How To Ruin The Original Work (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
Noah Vessalion’s role in the original story was immense.
After all, this novel was a romance fantasy in name only—it was truly a tragedy.
The tense relationship between the two leads changed significantly after the female protagonist’s coming-of-age ceremony.
From that day onward, the ancient efforts of their forebears had rendered the demon—a creature once used only to scare children—ineffective, yet it invaded the Empire anyway.
The reason the chaotic situation was swiftly resolved was thanks to Noah’s unit: the Imperial Blue Hawks Knights.
Among them, Noah naturally stood out the most; he was the first to grasp the situation during the demon’s initial assault and swiftly eliminated it, preventing major casualties and quickly restoring order.
Thanks to Noah’s continued efforts afterward, the Empire managed to defeat the demon even faster than anticipated.
True to her nickname, “The Mad Dog of the Temple,” it was Nigel who had incited the demon’s rampage, and the novel concluded with Noah putting down the mad dog Nigel.
All of this was only possible because he had confirmed his love with the female lead, joined the Imperial Knights, and undergone grueling training.
Not in Siennia, whose standards couldn’t possibly compare, no matter how highly one regarded it.
‘…Just why?’
Why hadn’t he joined the Blue Hawks as in the original story, and instead come to Siennia?
Why?
He’d thought that if only he—the variable, the villain—stepped aside, everything would proceed smoothly on its own.
Unanswerable questions coiled endlessly through Nigel’s mind.
“Are you… all right?”
A gentle voice drifted down from above.
Far too cautious and warm for someone who’d slain tens of thousands of demons.
“No… I’m not all right.”
Where had things started to go wrong?
What is this…? What could it be…?
Was it hiding in Tilin all this time, only to be dragged to the temple anyway—was avoiding the temple’s watch for seventeen long years all for nothing?
Was it dreaming, as an orphan, of attending the Imperial Academy?
Or… was it simply being born into this novel?
“Don’t shiver. It’s alright—the area around us is empty.”
He mistakenly thought Nigel feared nearby beasts.
Unaware that it was his very presence—right before Nigel’s eyes—that filled her with dread.
“Why are you here…?”
“I like forests.”
A coat, still warm from his shoulders, was draped over Nigel.
True to his words, a faint, cool scent of the forest rose from the garment.
Tilin… It smelled of Tilin.
…Blink. Blink.
At the familiar, longed-for fragrance, Nigel’s eyes regained their focus.
“I’m glad you seem to have recovered a bit. Don’t worry—nothing happened.”
Noah met Nigel’s gaze and softened his eyes slightly.
Noah was right.
Nothing had happened yet.
The demon hadn’t attacked the Empire. The entire nation hadn’t been thrown into chaos. None of it had occurred.
There was still time.
Regaining her senses, Nigel lowered the high heel she’d raised and shoved it back onto her foot.
At the same time, a sharp, throbbing pain surged through her, pulling her fully back into reality.
‘…Allen!’
She finally remembered Allen’s promise.
Allen would still be waiting for her right in front of that damn golden dragon statue.
Ding. Ding.
From far away, seven faint chimes echoed—she’d already overshot their meeting time by thirty minutes.
Anxiously, Nigel spoke to Noah.
“You’re a freshman, right?”
“…Huh? Yes.”
Startled by Nigel’s sudden shift in demeanor—as drastic as flipping a coin—Noah’s eyes widened.
“Then do you know where the banquet hall is? If you’re heading there, mind if we go together? Ah, unless you’re hiding out here because you hate parties.”
“No, I’ll… go with you.”
“Great. Oh, and thanks for the coat.”
Nigel took off the jacket from her shoulders and handed it back to Noah.
“And keep what happened just now a secret.”
Without realizing it, Nigel extended her right pinky finger.
It was a habit picked up at the orphanage.
After a moment’s hesitation, Noah clasped his fingers around hers—meeting Nigel’s expression, which held not a hint of a smile.
“…?!”
“…?!”
Simultaneously, without needing to prompt each other, they both yanked their hands away.
In Noah’s eyes flickered astonishment; in Nigel’s, fear and sudden realization.
[This is the timeline separator]“Where on earth is Nigel?”
Allen scanned the area below the golden dragon statue.
More than ten minutes had passed since the clock tower chimed seven times, yet there was no sign of Nigel whatsoever.
“I should’ve listened to Sebastian. We really should’ve met at the main gate instead of this statue…”
He’d known since their first meeting that Nigel had no sense of direction—but he hadn’t expected it to be this bad.
The golden dragon statue stood huge and unmistakable in the plaza just a short walk from the entrance. It was harder not to find it.
At this point, all sorts of worries crossed Allen’s mind: had something happened to Nigel on the way? Was she lost somewhere, wandering aimlessly?
“Well… surely nothing serious could’ve happened!”
Allen smiled, recalling his friend—stubbornly sharp-tongued, effortlessly carrying that heavy suitcase, always speaking her mind.
Besides, Siennia was rumored to be safer than the Imperial Palace itself, thanks to the protective barriers of the Imperial Mages covering the campus like wallpaper. Nothing major could possibly occur.
“…Huh? Isn’t that Allen?”
“Yeah, looks like him.”
Just then, a group of four boys approached Allen. Vaguely, Allen remembered exchanging brief greetings with them about a month ago.
“We saw you at the New Year’s party, right? Running into you here feels even better.”
“How’s your father doing?”
“Hey, why ask that? Of course he’s doing well—everything he touches turns to gold.”
“True. Please send him my regards.”
Oblivious to Allen’s stiff expression, they giggled among themselves, chattering away.
“But why are you standing here…? Don’t tell me you’re waiting for someone?”
“Whoa—Allen actually waiting for someone? That’s a first.”
“Aw, come on—why don’t you just join us inside? The party’s about to start anyway.”
“That’s a good idea! We still have so much to catch up on from the New Year’s party!”
“No, I’m…!”
Ignoring Allen’s protests, they grabbed his shoulders.
‘Sebastian was right—I really should’ve worked out more…!’
Helplessly, Allen was dragged toward the banquet hall, once again letting his resolve remain only as a thought.
When he came to his senses, Allen found himself surrounded by people—all eagerly inquiring about his parents’ well-being.
Though the party was supposedly meant to foster camaraderie among students, it wasn’t all that different from high-society gatherings: everyone sought out those who could benefit them.
‘Nigel… When will you arrive…!’
Beneath the dazzling, multicolored shimmer of the chandeliers in the lavish ballroom, Allen—someone who usually enjoyed being the center of attention—found the party unusually dull tonight.
He missed Nigel, whose attitude never changed regardless of his appearance or wealth, unlike those who approached him only for personal gain.
When their attempts to engage him yielded no response, they slowly caught on and began gossiping instead about recent successful ventures and social events.
By the time Allen had downed a few glasses of tart fruitade, a hush suddenly fell over the noisy banquet hall.
The cause stood in the center of the room.
First noticed for his long hair flowing down to his waist, he was Widrun—the Academy’s headmaster, famed across the continent as “The Sage.”
“To our new freshmen, and to all returning students who grace this occasion—my heartfelt congratulations and welcome.”
Snap!
As Widrun flicked his fingers, releasing a crisp sound, a pure rose fragrance instantly filled the hall.
“Look up!”
At someone’s shout, everyone raised their heads.
White rose petals fluttered down from the ceiling, scattering in every direction.
“Wow… it’s so beautiful…”
“Is this real?”
A tall boy reached up toward the ceiling to touch a petal.
“…No! It vanished as soon as I touched it!”
“It’s a large-scale mana construct. To pull this off, either someone poured nearly all their life force into it, or a mana crystal the size of a fist was used.”
A girl beside him explained seriously.
Just as the mana petals faded and sighs of longing rippled through the crowd, Widrun spoke again.
“White roses symbolize new beginnings. May each of you embrace this semester with fresh resolve. And… normally, an old man like me would step aside here, but I have joyful news I simply cannot pass over.”
Widrun smiled gently at the sea of varied student faces.
“For the first time in years, we have a perfect scorer in the entrance exam.”
The atmosphere in the banquet hall shifted once more at Widrun’s words.
“It must be one of our Political Science freshmen, right?”
“Obviously! Our department is on a whole different level from those clueless kids who can’t even wield magic or a sword—it’s all about *this*.”
A girl tapped her temple with her finger.
“Wow—empty wagons really do make the most noise. Of course those who can’t even manifest mana and don’t know the first letter of ‘magic’ think they’re experts just because they talk smoothly. Do you even know how delicate mana control really is?”
“You think it’s easy just because you’ve only ever used magical tools, right? Typical of Political Science—always thinking only of yourselves.”
“Oh dear, I suppose the Magic Department must be so brilliant that they won a silver medal last year by submitting a paper on magical artifacts?”
As if on cue, arguments erupted simultaneously across the hall. Freshmen stood bewildered, wondering what was going on, while sword-bearing students watched the scene silently, clearly displeased.
“Now, now—everyone, please be quiet. Would the perfect-scoring freshman please come forward?”
A minute passed. Yet no one stepped forward before Widrun.
“Oh dear—did I put too much pressure on you? Don’t be shy. Come on out—it’s perfectly alright.”
BOOM!!
At that moment, a deafening crash echoed from the banquet hall doors.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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The praise for Nigel is growing at the academy; let’s see how this highly talented girl fares there and develops a good relationship with Noah.
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