Somewhere, a cold wind blew. The maid and servant were frozen before they realized it, unable to move again.
Agnes breathed heavily, rolling her eyes toward the direction the wind came from.
The ability to control the cold.
Someone from another ducal family had come to find her.
“Oh, Agnes. Now there are only the young guys and me left with abilities.”
Among the three dukes in line, the duke who used such an ability was definitely…
‘Ah.’
Agnes stopped thinking. She realized that thinking was meaningless.
Thud. Thud.
Three men coming down the stairs.
They were eyecatching handsome men, but Agnes did not know that.
All she saw were heavy, sticky, and utterly ominous three massive lumps.
The three dukes had come to find her at the same time.
The curse energy had grown so large that she could not even see their faces.
The sticky entwined energy writhed as if to swallow her up right away.
‘……You came to me to be purified.’
Agnes twisted her bloodstained lips.
Whether it was a victorious smile for her life ending before they caught her, or a sneer for her miserable life coming to an end like this.
She didn’t know either.
The first duke who came down said something and reached out to Agnes.
But whether it was because of the loss of blood or the ringing in her ears, she could not understand it properly.
Continuously closing eyelids were getting harder to lift. In her fading consciousness, Agnes prayed.
If there is a god…
Stop the pain.
(This is a time delimiter.)
Agnes liked to sleep.
Since every waking moment was just pain, it was better to feel nothing in sleep.
But today was different.
‘What…?’
Agnes, who had awakened from sleep, blankly stared at the ceiling.
It was old and smelly, but she was under a blanket. Even on a bed.
That was not the only strange thing.
‘It doesn’t hurt.’
What should have been the beginning with throbbing pain was hell.
Not feeling pain in the body. It was a strange sensation she hadn’t felt in who knows when.
The surrounding scenery was also different from usual.
The ceiling of rotten wood here and there, wallpaper with mold.
The musty smell was unpleasant, but it evoked strange nostalgia.
Like the view of the attic where she spent her childhood.
‘Attic?’
Agnes stood up on the floor.
Small, bony feet stepping on the creaky wooden floor. And small hands.
The dirty dress, stained with time, did not fit, exposing below the calf and arm.
Her silver hair that came down to her waist was a mess, tangled, stained with coal and dust. It could have been called a massive gray furball.
This appearance was…….
“Hey!”
Agnes was startled by the woman’s annoyed voice and looked back.
Upon confirming the woman’s scowling face leaning against the door, Agnes couldn’t hide her surprise.
Purple hair, upturned eyes, a mole near the mouth.
It was Nora, her uncle’s lover, who lived in the same house when she was little.
‘Is this a dream?’
But she never had such a vivid dream before.
Nora waved her palm toward Agnes’s blank face.
“Are you out of your mind because your mother died? You didn’t even get ready this morning. Thanks to you, I had to come all the way up here.”
“……My mother passed away?”
“Yes, your mother died yesterday.”
She had told her several times. Nora responded, annoyed, as if dealing with a drunkard who kept asking the same question.
Slowly turning her head at those words, Agnes mumbled vacantly toward the air.
“Mother…”
Seeing her, Nora clicked her tongue.
I thought the child was sane even though the mother was crazy. Is she going mad from the mother’s death? She ended up resembling her mother after all.
But contrary to her thoughts, Agnes was calm.
“You insect! Horrible! How could I…!”
Hearing the word “mother” only brought fragmented memories.
The harsh slap directed at her, the raised veins in her shouting throat, the sharp words that pierced like needles.
She had once longed for a grain of affection from her, but those emotions had dulled long ago.
Instead of recalling the face of her mother, who was now a forgotten memory, Agnes gauged her age.
‘If my mother passed away yesterday, I’m seven years old.’
The thought that this situation might be a dream still lingered, but she could stand on both feet. The shackles hadn’t even filled her body.
Freedom regained after many years was this vivid.
‘Even if it’s a dream, that’s fine.’
How many times had she reviewed the past on the cold floor of the Gerwer Duke’s house?
Where did it go wrong?
When did pain, incomparable to the abuse of her childhood, take a place in her life?
She thought about it thousands, tens of thousands of times. Agnes’s conclusion was seven years old.
“Selling a child? 100 Derghel? That’s not even enough for two days of drinking. ……Tsk, it can’t be helped. Just give me that.”
It was after her mother died, and her uncle sold her to the slave market.
And now, in the attic. She hadn’t been sold yet.
‘Can I start again?’
Agnes’s heart fluttered slightly.
Even if it was a neverending dream, she wanted to try a new life.
Rather, if it was a dream, couldn’t she even have this version of herself?
A life where she could smile and live ordinarily like others.
‘To do that…….’
She had to change the past.
Just then, Nora, who had been waiting impatiently, made her request.
“Hey! You’re going to the market with Mr. Tamber tomorrow, right? Do my errand before you go.”
“The market…….”
“What’s wrong? Is your mind so lost that you don’t understand the market? That’s why I can’t get a fair price……. ”
Nora closed her mouth at her slip of the tongue, but the word ‘fair price’ had already clearly reached Agnes’s ears.
Tomorrow was the day she was being sold.
‘Tomorrow…….’
Agnes rubbed the sweat on her small palms against her wornout skirt.
(This is a time separator.)
“Ha, ha.”
Agnes ran, holding back the breath that was coming up to her chin.
A moment ago, she succeeded in escaping from that spot when Tamber, who was talking to the slave trader, looked away.
“Damn wench!”
Her uncle, Tamber, was belatedly angered and chased after Agnes.
Agnes ran, and ran again.
Once out of the back alley where the slave market was, the ordinary scenery of the market unfolded.
The daytime market was quite crowded. Agnes desperately wove through the crowd.
Fortunately, being a child, Agnes could slip through the gaps between people well, but Tamber, an adult, could not.
But she couldn’t be complacent. There was a limit to a child’s running.
‘I can’t be caught.’
The future after entering the slave market had no options.
The road ahead was pitch black.
The nobles liked welldressed pretty children. Dirty and smelly, she knew she wouldn’t be sold this time either.
Someday she would meet Gerwer Duke.
‘Even if I hide that I’m a Rettium, the Duke will recognize me.’
Gerwer Duke’s golden eyes lingered in her memory.
The Duke’s ability to see through the essence.
Gerwer Duke would recognize that she was a Rettium with that ability.
‘I’ll never be caught.’
But contrary to Agnes’s determination, the crowd began to thin.
Dozens to ten. From that number to a few more. Then one or two…….
From behind, the voice of Tambour, in distress, was becoming clearer and clearer.
‘Please……!’
I don’t want to be caught.
Agnes, gritting her teeth and running hard, collided with someone’s leg and bruised her hip.
This is not the time.
Swallowing the rising sorrow, Agnes lifted her head.
“Ah…….”
A man with his back to the sun was looking down at her.
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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