How to Turn a Kind Savior into an Emperor (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 15
“I’d like to see Her Imperial Highness the Crown Princess again after so long….”
When Graeham mentioned Carson’s younger sibling, Carson finally turned his head slowly toward Count Graeham.
“Who exactly do you wish to see?”
Having finally shed the mask he’d worn so well until now, Carson no longer spoke to the count with polite speech. The moment he dropped his honorifics, Ines instinctively shrank back as if facing an enraged deity.
Count Graeham himself couldn’t easily find words either, and after a loud, awkward cough, straightened his posture.
“We’ve lived together like family—of course I’d want to see her, wouldn’t I?”
“Lived together like family, you say….”
Graeham smiled calmly, though he couldn’t quite hide the slight tremor at the tip of his mustache.
“Does Count Graeham usually see off someone he’s lived with like family in such a harsh manner?”
At Carson’s follow-up remark, the count couldn’t even feign a smile anymore.
“What… I believe there’s been a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding? What are you talking about? Ah—perhaps you mean the matter where Count Graeham sent my younger sister—that is, the Crown Princess of the Kaines Empire—outside with nothing but a single maid accompanying her?”
“Ah, that was….”
Caught off guard, Graeham couldn’t continue his reply.
“Never mind. It simply means your territory and Landhill must have excellent security, provided there are no unilateral or sudden attacks, of course.”
Carson could read the old fox’s thoughts as clearly as if they were written on his face. While Carson had been at court, Count Graeham had often visited the imperial palace to see the Empress. Each time, Carson had merely held his breath and stayed silent, no matter what the count said.
Thus, it was no wonder Graeham was shocked to hear Carson now openly confirm his crime.
Back then, Carson had no choice—his younger sister had been in Graeham’s hands—but that was no longer the case.
The head of the noble house standing before Ines couldn’t endure the heavy atmosphere between the two lords. In the end, he hurriedly led his family away without even managing a proper word to Carson.
Immediately afterward, it was the Swenden family’s turn.
Ines’s father had no choice but to bow respectfully to Carson.
Carson, in response, offered the Viscount Swenden a bright smile and extended his hand.
“Pleased to meet you, Viscount Swenden.”
Though Carson had spoken bluntly and informally to Count Graeham, he now used respectful language toward Viscount Swenden. Since all the other noble heads had already shaken hands with the new lord, Andrew had no choice but to take Carson’s hand as well.
“Yes, my lord. The pleasure is mine.”
Carson could feel Count Graeham staring intently at Andrew.
Flustered, Andrew tried to quickly slip away, but Carson didn’t let go of his hand.
“I really should have visited personally to express my gratitude.”
Andrew immediately realized this referred to his daughter’s rescue of Her Imperial Highness.
“No, it was our family’s honor to ensure the Crown Princess’s safety.”
“You’ve raised your daughter exceptionally well, Viscount.”
“That’s far too kind of you.”
At that moment, Carson naturally turned his gaze toward Ines. When their eyes met, he could sense her flinch in surprise. Smiling gently, he asked her,
“Have you fully recovered?”
“Thanks to your concern, I’m feeling much better now.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
Still holding Andrew’s hand, Carson shifted his gaze back to Count Graeham.
“I actually had something to tell both of you together anyway—now that the two parties are here, it might not be a bad idea to speak of it right now.”
“Parties? To whom are you referring, my lord?”
Count Graeham asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
“Who else but Count Graeham and Viscount Swenden?”
At that instant, Ines widened her eyes and stared at Carson.
In truth, Carson had intended to meet Ines privately to inform her that House Swenden had been fully incorporated into Landhill. But since there was more to say beyond that,
he thought it might be nice to see her joyful face right away.
“What exactly is this about?”
“Oh, nothing major… I heard House Swenden still belongs to Lersonia?”
“W-well, yes…?”
“From now on, Viscount Swenden will be overseeing my affairs.”
“What did you just say?”
“I don’t believe I spoke so unclearly.”
“Your Highness, what on earth do you mean by that?”
“Just as I said—Swenden will henceforth serve Landhill.”
“But House Swenden has served Lersonia for generations.”
“Yes, I know. But that was thirty-five years ago.”
“Thirty-five years ago?”
Seeing the count nearly shout in protest, Carson slowly released Andrew’s hand and stepped firmly toward Count Graeham.
Though he had clearly stepped down from the dais, he still looked down upon the count.
“Count Graeham, what exactly are you doing?”
“……”
“Do you dare defy the imperial family within the Kaines Empire?”
“N-no, that’s not—”
“You call me ‘Your Highness’ yet dare raise your voice at me?”
“……”
“This empire has never once abandoned its system of territorial lordship throughout its history. Are you seriously suggesting that a mere count would dare violate imperial law—even laws upheld by His Majesty the Emperor himself?”
At the mention of the Emperor, the count bent his waist deeply and bowed his head.
“My deepest apologies, Your Highness. But this matter was established under special legislation.”
“Ah yes, that special legislation.”
Carson suddenly grinned as if he’d never been angry at all, stepping slightly away from the count.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve just obtained the Empress’s approval today.”
“Approval from Her Imperial Majesty the Empress?”
Now clearly annoyed, Carson waved his hand dismissively and climbed back onto the dais.
“Aren’t you far too old now to manage your territory? Why can’t you understand plain speech? I hear you have a grown son—why not just step down and rest?”
“……”
“Or do you think I’m lying? Would you like to see letters exchanged between members of the imperial family?”
Count Graeham bit his lower lip hard, unable to utter a word.
“What exactly have you been leaning on that your arrogance now pierces the heavens?”
Ines fixed her gaze on Carson, determined not to miss a single word he spoke or a single move he made.
The slight upward curve at just the left corner of his mouth, the precise angle at which he tilted his head toward his opponent, even the way his eyes looked downward while keeping his pupils lowered…
Without raising his voice, every detail flawlessly ensnared the person before him. She suddenly felt anew the undeniable truth of his imperial blood. She carefully etched that image into her mind as if branding it there.
But at that very moment, Carson’s eyes shifted—not to Count Graeham, but to someone else. The knight clearly assigned as the count’s daughter’s guard had been staring intently at Ines since earlier.
Even while confronting Count Graeham, Carson couldn’t help but notice where the knight’s gaze lingered.
The knight’s charge surely wasn’t Ines—yet for some reason, his eyes were fixed solely on her, and Carson grew deeply wary.
He couldn’t afford to let his guard down—not with what else Count Graeham might attempt.
“Anything else to say? If not, you may go. I must greet my vassals.”
The count’s face flushed crimson at this blunt dismissal. He opened and closed his mouth as if to say something, then immediately turned and walked away with his daughter.
After exchanging greetings with all the nobles, Carson stood in the center of the banquet hall, reflecting on what had just transpired. Just then, Noah approached and handed him a sheet of paper. The moment Carson saw it, his expression twisted sharply.
“What is this?”
The paper was clearly filled with women’s names—and to make matters worse, they were even numbered in a set order, which annoyed him even more.
“This is going too far.”
“What do you mean, my lord?”
Noah’s actions weren’t inappropriate. Carson von Raymond now had to live his life as Lord of Landhill—as Earl Raymond. He was a young, unmarried lord.
He knew well enough that his first duty to reassure his vassals would be to take a wife.
“But this is my first banquet.”
“I’m not asking you to choose a bride right now. I’m merely suggesting you dance.”
Thus, this moment—right after finishing greetings—was clearly the best opportunity to observe the ladies. The problem was that Carson had absolutely no desire to do so.
“In the order listed here?”
“You may arrange the order however you like.”
“No.”
“Pardon?”
“I said no.”
“Does that mean you won’t marry?”
Carson shook his head firmly at Noah’s sudden reversal—after all, Noah had just said it wasn’t about marriage. He glanced back at the paper.
“But by what criteria were these chosen?”
“Naturally, they’re all daughters of Landhill’s noble houses.”
“Is this all of them?”
“Of course—we selected only from families of viscount rank or higher. We considered each house’s standing, local reputation, dowry size, and the young ladies’ ages and appearances, among other factors.”
“Perfect.”
Noah took his words as genuine praise. He had pre-screened this list and meticulously ranked the ladies by comparing them against those present today. No one could have worked faster than he did.
Uttering praise that was anything but praise, Carson headed straight upstairs to the second floor. Though every balcony was crowded, he somehow managed to find an empty one overlooking the garden. Finally alone, he tilted his head toward the sky and let out a long sigh.
“Earl Raymond… Earl Raymond…”
He repeated the name people had called him all day.
This was the name he would carry for the rest of his life. A faint, hollow chuckle escaped him—but it was only a fleeting sense of emptiness. As Noah had said, he urgently needed to find a woman with the proper qualities to become countess.
A woman neither excessive nor lacking.
He easily realized he’d been searching Noah’s list for someone’s name.
But at that very moment, a sight caught his eye—one sharp enough to narrow his gaze.
It was her—the very woman he ultimately hadn’t found on Noah’s list.
Ines Swenden, wearing the dress he’d chosen for her, had appeared before him yet never once approached closely.
After exchanging only a brief greeting with him like everyone else, she’d vanished from the banquet hall—and now walked briskly along the garden path.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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