How To Ruin The Original Work (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 2
Nigel kept receiving endless congratulations like a nursery rhyme and tears over insufficient support until she barely managed to slip away at midnight.
After washing up and sitting on the bed, her eyes suddenly fell upon a storage chest in the corner of the room.
She hadn’t taken out the locket since stuffing it into that chest several years ago—not even once.
When opened, one side of the locket bore her name, while the other was delicately engraved with the intricate seal she’d just seen on the letter envelope.
Nigel got up from the bed, opened the storage chest, rummaged through it for a while, and finally found a small, round object about one and a half finger joints long.
Brushing off the thick layer of dust that testified to years of neglect, she opened the locket.
“Haah….”
Nigel let out a deep sigh unconsciously.
It wasn’t as if she were still a child—why did it have to find her now, of all times? Her heart was tangled with mixed feelings.
As she grew up gradually since birth, Nigel realized this world was actually from a book.
And in that book, the nickname she was called more often than her own name was… “The Mad Dog of the Temple.”
In the original story, when Nigel—having failed to become an apprentice priest—could no longer hide her gender merely by shaving her head, she caused a disturbance on the day of the temple inspection and was captured, eventually facing a religious trial.
Just before being thrown into the infamous underground temple prison, Nigel remembered that moment…
Knock knock.
A knock came from outside.
Since it sounded from below the door, it must have been one of the orphanage troublemakers.
Nigel quickly hid the locket in her pocket and opened the door.
“Najeeel—”
Beni, the youngest at the orphanage, rubbed her sleepy eyes and clung to Nigel’s left leg.
Upon closer inspection, Beni’s left cheek was swollen bright red.
“Nigel naa….”
Beni mumbled, avoiding Nigel’s gaze.
“Tell me. I won’t get mad.”
Only then did Beni finally speak.
“Actually… my left tooth hurts really, really bad.”
Right, didn’t I tell you weeks ago to cut back on candy and brush your teeth properly?
Nigel barely managed to swallow the scolding that instinctively rose to her lips.
“…Open up and show me.”
When Beni opened her mouth with an “Ah,” Nigel stopped inspecting inside and held out her pinky finger instead.
“What did I say?”
Beni hooked Nigel’s pinky with her tiny hand.
“When it hurts, sneak quietly to Nigel’s room alone.”
“And?”
“If I ever tell the directors about today’s incident, I’ll be banned from desserts for a hundred years.”
Beni, who didn’t fully grasp the meaning of “disclose,” recited the phrase clearly and precisely.
“Alright. Promise?”
“Promise.”
They linked fingers tightly and shook them up and down a few times.
“Now open wide.”
“Okay.”
Nigel brought her hand close to Beni’s mouth.
In that instant, golden light radiated from Nigel’s hand, illuminating the dark room before vanishing in the blink of an eye.
To Beni, whose eyes widened in shock and who couldn’t speak, Nigel asked gently,
“Does it still hurt?”
“…U-uh!”
Beni tested her jaw with a series of clicks, then nodded vigorously.
“What did I say again?”
“Whatever happens in this room stays in this room. Immediate punishment if revealed outside.”
Beni, completely unaware of the meanings of “reveal” or “punishment,” answered cheerfully.
“Promise?”
“Promise!”
They linked fingers and shook them up and down once more.
Click.
“Ugh….”
After escorting Beni back to her bedroom and returning, Nigel sat astride the bed and pulled the locket from her pocket.
People born with the divine power to heal others without formal priestly ordination—this world called them “Holy Maidens.”
In the original story, she’d used that title to act even more recklessly, but for Nigel now, it was nothing more than chains—no more, no less.
Because she knew better than anyone how a Holy Maiden could become corrupted.
And… family. She couldn’t even face them.
Paradoxically, the Holy Maiden, born with the power to heal others, drained her own mother’s life force at birth.
Nigel had learned this two years ago by chance while reading a book in the library.
If those people—the ones who had parted from her as a newborn and were now strangers—ever found out she had taken away their beloved wife and mother…
Click.
Nigel closed the locket and returned it to its place. It felt far too heavy to wear around her neck.
Then she reached out and picked up the letter Ron and Hendel had shoved into her hands.
The phrase about how the whole family had always missed her churned her thoughts.
Nigel fiddled with the letter’s edge for a long while, then stood up holding it and walked to the fireplace.
The moment she placed the letter into the flames, the fire instantly devoured it.
Staring at the fireplace, which left no trace behind, Nigel felt both relief and heaviness in her chest.
…It really was time to sleep now.
Nigel closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep.
[This is the timeline separator]“Nigel, you’ve got mail.”
Hendel placed a letter on the cluttered desk.
“You’ve been getting letters pretty often lately. Could it be love…?”
Hendel’s face flushed slightly as he trailed off, but froze under Nigel’s icy glare.
“A-Ah! Love letters? Don’t be silly! Just joking, just joking.”
Hendel quickly fanned his hands.
“It’s from Zeronin.”
Nigel held the letter out in front of Hendel’s eyes.
The neat handwriting reading “Zeronin Silvas” was familiar even to Hendel.
Zeronin, also an orphanage alumnus, had left the orphanage upon turning eighteen.
“Right, even though you two are far apart in age, you always got along well. It’s already been seven years since Zeronin left…”
Just as Hendel was about to launch into storytelling, Nigel quickly interrupted.
“Didn’t you say you’d tidy the storeroom today?”
“Oh! Oh dear—what’s wrong with my memory? Thanks, Nigel.”
Hendel left the room, and once alone again, Nigel opened and read the letter.
“…Thank goodness I wasn’t too late.”
Nigel exhaled a sigh of relief. Time had been tight, but she’d finished everything Zeronin had asked of her.
She quickly cleared her desk, undid her tightly bound hair, ran her fingers through it roughly, and put on a thick navy coat.
After slinging a spacious bag from the coat rack over her shoulder, she was fully ready to head out.
“I’ll be back.”
Nigel called out her farewell and set off toward the village along the forest path.
‘Still as lush as ever.’
Tilin was famous among nobles as a winter retreat, thanks to its dense forests blanketed in snow—a sight worth seeing.
Even the locals, while shoveling softly piled snow and holding back coarse words, would often lift their eyes to the vast landscape and smile faintly.
Though spring was near, the wind still stung Nigel’s cheeks sharply.
‘Ah, right—the scarf…’
Chiding herself for forgetting it, Nigel hurried out of the forest.
After walking a long while, Nigel stopped at Tilin’s sole source of income: Evans Trading Company.
Knock knock.
The door opened almost instantly upon her knock.
“Yes, Evans Trading Company. How may I help you, guest?”
A pleasant-looking woman in crisp, unwrinkled uniform greeted Nigel with a cheerful smile.
“It’s still chilly—would you care to discuss matters inside?”
She wore a golden name tag on her chest that read “Sally.”
…Before Nigel realized it, she was seated on a plush sofa, enjoying tea and snacks.
‘Truly, it’s better to be a slave in a rich household than a master elsewhere.’
Evans Trading Company, the empire’s premier trading house, was famously known for its master’s uncanny nose for money—raking in riches like hay with every venture he touched.
No matter how rural or understaffed this branch might be, Sally’s speech and conduct remained impeccably trained—she was Evans through and through.
Trusting Sally, Nigel pulled a letter from her bag and handed it over.
“Here. You’ll understand immediately.”
“Yes, guest. Please wait just a moment.”
Sally grinned brightly as she took the letter.
As she read, her eyes—previously steady and composed—gradually widened.
But a professional was a professional. Sally quickly regained her composure.
“This letter indeed matches an official document issued directly by our company.”
From the pocket over her shirt’s left breast, Sally pulled out a seal and stamped a vivid red mark onto the paper.
At the top of the page read “Certificate of Property Donation,” and below it: “Zeronin Silvas donates one hundred and fifty gold coins to Nigel As.”
Considering that feeding ten hungry orphans at the orphanage for a whole month cost, at most, one to two gold coins with extreme frugality, the sum written on this paper was an amount rarely seen in rural Tilin.
“Guest, I apologize for the inconvenience, but may I ask you to confirm your identity?”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“Thank you for your understanding, guest.”
Sally rose from the sofa and brought out a round, orb-shaped mana meter.
Seeing it, Nigel’s expression hardened slightly.
“…I was under the impression that an Academy enrollment certificate also serves as valid identification.”
“Yes, that’s correct, guest. Students from any of the nine nationally accredited academies—including the Imperial Sienia Academy—can verify their identity solely through enrollment certification, without additional procedures.”
Nigel opened her bag and pulled out another paper.
“This is my Sienia Academy enrollment certificate.”
“Please wait just a moment.”
Upon seeing those four unmistakable characters—known to every Imperial citizen—Sally’s heart leapt, but thanks to her rigorous training, no trace of it showed on her face.
“Yes, verified.”
Thud!
This time, a heavy stack of papers burst from Nigel’s bag.
“Please process the payment like this. If possible, finish the paperwork by tomorrow.”
Sally, who during her entire tenure in Tilin had clocked out precisely on time 360 out of 365 days, felt the corners of her mouth slowly droop.
“Yes, understood, guest. Would you mind waiting here briefly while I verify the documents?”
Still, true to her status as a talent who’d endured Evans Trading Company’s grueling training, her tone remained gentle.
As Sally reviewed the documents, her mouth’s downturn gradually reversed itself.
She’d just mentally calculated the commission she’d earn from this transaction.
True to the company motto—“He who pays is king”—Sally immediately sprang up and brought out a plate of premium desserts from a famous shop she’d been saving.
“Please feel free to ask anytime—I’m always happy to assist.”
For the first time that day, Sally spoke with genuine sincerity.
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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Chapter Comments (1)
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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