How to Turn a Kind Savior into an Emperor (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
“Speak.”
Since the woman had asked for nothing but immunity in return for saving the imperial family, there was no reason to deny her anything further.
“My house is clearly part of Landhill by geography. Yet, for certain reasons, we serve the lordly house of Lesonnia.”
Carson’s brow furrowed at her incomprehensible words.
“How is that even possible?”
“I understand the territorial boundaries were redrawn about thirty-five years ago.”
Though boundary changes weren’t common, they occasionally occurred when necessity and circumstance demanded it. As she said, House Swenden lay right on the border between Landhill and Lesonnia. With just that one sentence, he immediately grasped the situation.
He fell into brief thought. If this was an old, lingering issue for her family, then now—after having rescued Louis—was surely the best time to resolve it.
“I must admit, I’m not particularly pleased that a viscount of my domain serves another earl’s house.”
At his words, Ines smiled brightly—a pure, youthful smile that truly reflected her twenty years of age.
“I cannot promise House Swenden will be immediately added to Landhill’s noble registry, as that requires imperial approval. But I can give you my firm assurance.”
“Your firm assurance?”
“Before this year ends, Swenden will tend only to Landhill’s lands.”
He had expected her to smile more broadly, but instead she lightly bit her lower lip. It was impossible to tell whether she was holding back joy or sorrow.
He gave her a moment to compose herself. Seeing Ines’ relieved expression—as if she’d finished saying what she needed—Carson straightened slightly to prepare to leave.
“Well then…”
“I… and… I have one more request.”
Had the word “request” always been so intriguing? Carson settled back into his chair and nodded, signaling her to speak.
“I’d like to meet that woman.”
“That woman?”
“The one who tried to harm Her Imperial Highness.”
This time, Carson rose without asking why. As he led the way, indicating he’d guide her, Ines hastily stood and lightly grasped his sleeve.
Unconsciously, Carson jerked his head to look at the sleeve she’d caught.
“Oh—I’m sorry.”
Startled, she quickly pulled away from him.
“You must be busy. I shouldn’t impose further. There’s no need for you, my lord, to accompany me.”
“…”
“If you’re uneasy about letting me go alone, you may send someone else with me. It’s not for any special reason—just that I don’t wish to waste a valued person’s time merely out of my own curiosity.”
Carson tilted his head briefly in puzzlement, then quickly stepped back from her. He nodded toward Noah, signaling him to accompany her. Watching the woman walk away without hesitation, Carson drew a deep breath.
Her attitude wasn’t clear-cut. Her intention to meet the criminal was rather mysterious. Yet one thing was certain: whatever reasons she kept hidden, none held malice toward him.
“My lady?”
So he called out again to the woman just stepping through the door.
“Yes?”
She turned back with obedient grace.
“Have we perhaps met somewhere before?”
Overcome by curiosity, he’d blurted out a question that sounded like idle flirtation toward a woman he admired.
“I was born and raised here.”
His attempt ended in utter failure.
The mansion’s secret chamber wasn’t a prison, so it wasn’t particularly dark or frightening.
“This way.”
As Ines looked around under Noah’s guidance, he added quietly,
“It’s not dangerous, but it may not be the most comfortable place for you, my lady.”
“You needn’t worry about that.”
Though called a secret chamber, the room where Rena was held was a small chamber with a bed. Two knights stood guard before her door.
Entering without permission, they saw Rena’s back. She sat blankly facing the wall, just as she had in prison.
“Rena.”
At the familiar address, she sharply turned her head. It was strange to see focus in her eyes when they met his.
“So it’s you.”
Rena immediately showed hostility upon seeing Ines—she seemed to remember her face from the square. Sensing the tension between the two women, Noah seated Rena on a wooden chair and ordered the knights to bind her arms to it.
They sat facing each other across a small table barely large enough for two bowls.
“Why are you here?”
Rena glared at Ines as if she wanted to kill her—the one who’d ruined her plans. Yet Ines’ face remained expressionless despite that murderous gaze.
She didn’t answer Rena’s question. Instead, she smiled faintly and continued,
“You’ll be going to court soon.”
“…”
“You know, don’t you? After your trial and sentencing, you’ll likely… be sent to Romphield.”
“Don’t make me laugh.”
“Why? Did you think you could avoid Romphield since the princess didn’t die?”
Noah, standing nearby, flinched slightly at Ines’ cold tone—her smile had vanished completely.
“Absolutely not. I know. Filthy vermin like you always end up there.”
“Shut your mouth.”
“You’re lucky if you even get a trial. People like you could be dragged off in the dead of night and no one would care.”
At that moment, Rena spat toward Ines. It was her habit—spitting at those who condemned her.
“Oh!”
Alarmed by her action, Noah hurried to Ines.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
“Let’s go back upstairs.”
“No, Counselor. I’m sorry, but I left my handkerchief in my room. Could I trouble you to fetch it?”
“Understood. I’ll tell a knight and return shortly.”
Noah hurried out, leaving Ines alone in the room. Seizing the moment, Ines leaned close to Rena’s face.
“I know exactly whose orders you followed to carry out this act.”
Rena’s brow briefly crumpled at the sudden statement.
“But do you know this? The lord of Lesonnia will abandon you.”
At the mention of Earl Graeham, Rena’s face turned completely pale.
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Ines glanced subtly toward where Noah was—still explaining the location of her room to the knight.
“He told you there’d be no problem as long as you did exactly as Earl Graeham commanded, didn’t he?”
“Th-this…!”
“You surely don’t believe that, do you? Whether you succeeded or failed, you’re utterly useless to Earl Graeham. He has no reason whatsoever to keep you alive. You must know that…”
“That’s… impossible.”
“Jason.”
“What?”
In truth, Ines didn’t know precisely who “Jason”—the name Rena always muttered in prison—actually was. Some said he was the man Rena loved; others claimed he was her dead child.
“He’ll die.”
“No, no.”
“He’ll kill him. Definitely. I know for certain.”
Rena’s eyes trembled uncontrollably. What Ines spoke was an undeniable, perfect truth. Because of this affair, Rena would be sent to Romphield—and whoever Jason was, he would die by the hand of the lord of Lesonnia.
Convinced her pure, unvarnished truth would be fully conveyed, Ines looked clearly into Rena’s eyes and said,
“The Jason you hold dear will surely die by the earl’s hand.”
Rena, flaring her eyes and breathing harshly, abruptly stood up and lunged her upper body toward Ines like a furious beast.
Ines didn’t flinch; she simply sidestepped. Crash! The sound of chairs and tables toppling rang out together with Rena’s scream.
“No! Absolutely not!”
Startled by the commotion, Noah strode quickly toward them.
“What’s going on?”
Noah ordered the remaining knight to restrain Rena. In that instant, Ines silently mouthed toward Rena once more:
‘Jason will die.’
Understanding the words, Rena charged at Ines—but tripped over the fallen table and collapsed right there.
“Shut up!”
As Rena crouched on the floor, snarling fiercely, Ines slowly approached her.
“Romphield, you see…”
“…”
“Yes, that Romphield—the place you’ll soon be living in. You’ve surely heard the rumors about that prison, haven’t you?”
Noah stared blankly at Ines, stunned by her sudden words. The young lady, standing straight-backed and muttering with downcast eyes, bore an attitude utterly unbelievable for a mere twenty-year-old. Even as the criminal before her raged and threatened, she didn’t retreat an inch.
“It’s not a place you could possibly imagine.”
Ines crouched down to face the fallen Rena, seized her jaw, and forced their eyes to meet. Under that strong grip, focus slowly returned to Rena’s unfocused eyes.
“Listen carefully, Rena.”
“…”
“Your fingernails and toenails will be ripped out before they even have time to grow. Not a single day will your bones stay properly in place. In summer, you won’t get a moment’s proper sleep because of bugs and rats.”
“Stop it!”
“There’ll come a day when being forced to swallow your own vomit feels like good fortune. You’ll be dragged off and raped by anyone at any time, yet won’t even remember their faces.”
“Shut your mouth!”
“Your day will begin with your face shoved underwater while men laugh beside you.”
Ines smiled like a beautiful demon as she looked at Rena’s terror-stricken face. Then she grabbed Rena’s left ear, leaned in close, and whispered,
“Oh—was this already cut off?”
“You… who on earth are you?”
Rena thrashed and scrambled away from Ines. But she didn’t stop.
“You’ll be beaten so badly you’ll go blind and deaf. And the moment will surely come—when you think that’s actually good luck.”
Pronouncing each syllable with deliberate force, Ines watched as a crude curse burst from Rena’s lips.
“You… you mad… bitch.”
Ines laughed aloud at the words. To hear herself called mad by Romphield’s own lunatic, Rena—her words weren’t wrong either. Every day, Ines struggled to maintain her sanity against the fury constantly rising within her.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
***
Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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