How to Turn a Kind Savior into an Emperor (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“Welcome.”
Ines and Joseph met, as always, in a secluded corner of the mansion’s rear garden. The weather was impeccably clear, having just rained. The surrounding flowers and trees bore soft hues, and the breeze was pleasantly cool, refreshing their spirits.
Yet Ines’s heart, though she smiled, prickled constantly as if pierced by an iron skewer heated in fire. She was seized by an impulse to grab the nearest object and stab wildly into his body.
“I’ve missed you.”
Ines had deliberately worn the very outfit she’d donned twelve years ago that day, as if performing a ritual.
As the sun began to set, crimson twilight stained the sky behind him.
At his earnest expression of missing her, Ines barely managed to lift the corners of her lips into a smile. The expression, ill-suited to her youthful face, created a sense of dissonance—but Joseph lacked the perceptiveness to notice.
Ines sat in the prepared chair and gestured for Joseph to sit as well.
Once seated, he began rummaging through his clothes with a rustling sound. Ines quietly scoffed; she already knew what he was about to pull out.
“I’ve written a letter.”
“…Are you going to read it to my face?”
A hint of sarcasm slipped unintentionally into her voice, briefly puzzling Joseph—though he soon mirrored her smile upon seeing hers.
“Yes. I had no other way to fully convey my feelings.”
Ines, of course, had already memorized every word of the letter he intended to read.
It detailed how his heart had fluttered the day he first met Ines and how he’d come to love her.
It was the very text she’d clutched like scripture and recited each time she accepted his proposal and endured harsh words from her father. While her mind wandered, his lengthy and clumsy confession of love neared its end.
“Therefore, to someone as beautiful and noble as Lady Ines Swenden, this humble and lowly Joseph Bunoah now dares to…”
He abruptly rose from his seat, then knelt before Ines. Reaching into the opposite inner pocket from where he’d kept the letter, he pulled out a small box and held it out.
The moment she saw it, Ines felt a surge of nausea.
It was a ring set with a small, crude stone—far too shabby to swear eternal love upon—yet the man holding it wore an expression brimming with pride.
Ines would wear this ring even at the moment of her death.
“I wish to propose.”
A gentle breeze blew from somewhere, and she briefly closed her eyes.
Then, to hide the corners of her mouth that kept twitching upward, she covered her face with both hands. To him, it likely appeared as the gesture of a woman overwhelmed with emotion.
Joseph, too, waited patiently with a look of heartfelt joy, giving Ines time to compose herself. His face showed not a trace of worry about rejection—only confidence.
She rose from her seat just as she had that day. Her ivory dress rippled once in the wind, reflecting the crimson hues of the sunset.
If she reached out and accepted this ring, their war would begin at once.
She might take Joseph Bunoah’s name, hear his obituary, and be dragged off to Romfield. Or, if not that, this time she might hear his genuine—no longer false—obituary.
Seeing Joseph smile brightly, certain of her acceptance, Ines slowly approached. She faced him and smiled more radiantly than ever before.
Then she stretched out her arm and sharply snapped shut the lid of the ring case.
More startled by her action than Joseph was Susan, who stood nearby.
“Stand up, Joseph.”
He couldn’t even rise from his seat, staring at Ines with a bewildered expression.
“Come on.”
Gently urged by her, he reluctantly withdrew his embarrassed hand and barely managed to sit before her again.
“Are you… rejecting me?”
“Of course not.”
“Then why…?”
“Joseph, I received a marriage proposal today.”
At the word “marriage proposal,” Joseph’s face truly resembled that of a man wounded by love.
“A marriage proposal…?”
“Yes. A family of standing equal to ours has asked for my hand.”
Though her words might sound rather unpleasant, he was in no state to judge them. Ines reached out and lightly placed her hand over his, which still held the ring case.
She felt him flinch slightly.
“But don’t worry.”
Joseph looked down at her hand covering his, then raised his eyes.
“I intend to refuse that proposal. However…”
“However…?”
“I need a little time. As you know, Father will never permit our marriage. You… understand, don’t you?”
He lowered his head, avoiding her gaze. The old Ines would have wept for three days and nights out of pity for him.
“Do you understand?”
Pressed gently, he reluctantly nodded. But regaining a bit of composure, his expression soon turned somewhat crestfallen.
“How long must I wait?”
“Well…”
Ines withdrew her hand without hesitation, straightened her back, and stood upright.
“You’ve already entered the earl’s household—go earn yourself a great merit there. Even though you’re a commoner, it’s possible to be granted a baronetcy.”
“…”
“You surely don’t intend to make me live as a commoner’s wife, do you?”
Joseph could say nothing, only rolling his large eyes helplessly.
“If you truly wish to marry me, you’ll have to put in some effort yourself.”
If he’d approached her from the start with a specific goal in mind, such a blow to his pride wouldn’t make him abandon her.
If there was any connection between Joseph obtaining a title from House Swenden and Landhill’s annexation into Lesonia, Joseph would surely find another way.
“But it’s not even wartime—how could I…”
Then, the person who benefited most from this affair…
“You claim to love me so deeply, yet you’re already saying it’s impossible?”
Someone powerful enough to appoint a mere commoner knight as a knight of an earl’s household.
“I’m beginning to doubt whether the man who wrote that letter you just read is truly you.”
Someone capable of manipulating at will the solemn courts of the Cainze Empire.
“If that’s the case, I’ll have to reconsider as well.”
That person was none other than Earl Graeham.
“No, absolutely not.”
“Yes, of course not. You truly care for me, don’t you?”
“O-of course I do.”
“I don’t have much time, Joseph. I’ll do my best to delay the proposal, but I can’t wait for you forever. I kindly ask you not to put my love to the test.”
“…”
“Go now. It’s time for the gardener to make his rounds.”
He seemed utterly speechless, unable to utter a reply. Ines watched him briefly, then rose from her seat and looked at the ring he’d brought.
“I don’t know when I’ll give you a definite answer, but I’ll keep this for now. Is that alright?”
Standing tall and looking down coldly, she spoke so icily that he cautiously handed her the box as if offering his hand to a wolf. Ines immediately snatched the ring from him like a thief.
Someday, when the time came, this ring would become her trophy of victory.
“Then I’ll take my leave.”
Ines turned away from him without a trace of reluctance. But then, as if remembering something, she stopped in her tracks.
“Oh, by the way, Joseph.”
When she turned back toward him, she saw his tense expression.
“Do you really think… you’re so lowly?”
“Huh?”
Ines looked at him for a moment, then turned away again. She couldn’t tell whether the heat she felt from behind was the setting sun or Joseph’s gaze.
Three days later, Ines stood in the square where Carson von Raymond was expected to appear. That morning, her father had given her a story convincing enough to confirm her suspicions.
“They’ve decided to cancel the marriage talks from House Damion.”
“Why…?”
“The viscount’s son is reportedly in such poor health that he’ll need years of convalescence.”
Ines let out a laugh of disbelief. Until recently, the viscount’s son had been perfectly healthy—enough to consider marriage—and now suddenly he was unwell…?
This meant someone powerful enough to sway House Damion stood behind this affair. House Damion had long served House Graeham. Every clue circling around her pointed squarely to the lord of Lesonia.
Though she still didn’t know what he was after, one thing was certain: her true opponent wasn’t Joseph, but Earl Graeham.
Watching the square fill with people, Ines snapped out of her thoughts. Anxious she might miss him, she’d come to Lesonia Square at dawn.
Seeing the crowd part and line both sides under the knights’ guidance, she guessed he would soon appear in the square. Her heart began to race.
Though their meeting had been brief, she remembered his appearance clearly.
After he rescued her, Ines had stayed one night at Carson’s mansion. The next day, she met him again. His glossy black hair and deep-set eyes were so strikingly beautiful they seemed otherworldly.
Carson was a man whose mere presence radiated intimidation. Instinctively trembling, she’d braced herself for a dreadful beating. But all he said upon seeing her was:
“Let her sleep longer. Send her away at dawn.”
Though his words sounded cold at first, he hadn’t simply cast her out.
She’d been allowed to eat warm meals until full, and the green dress she’d worn upon release was washed until it looked brand new. He’d even provided a thick outer garment, treated her injuries, and even pressed some money into her hand.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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