As Philip bowed his head to match his height, Riche covered her mouth with her hand and whispered.
‘What…… are you doing?’
Ian looked at the two of them.
In fact, just a while ago, Ian had planned to just pass by when he saw the gathered people. He didn’t like the noise.
“Ah, I know who I am. That freshman.”
“Who is it?”
“Tuari Riche Lodwick.”
“Gasp. Really?”
But he accidentally overheard the students’ conversation, and it bothered him.
The child who had been the protagonist of the words his angry father shouted at the communicator when he was 8 years old.
“It’s definitely Lodwick. Lodwick took my Retiom…….”
Ian still remembered the voice of Gerwer Duke that had filtered through the crack in the door.
Lodwick, the foster daughter, and Retiom.
Including the fact that the foster daughter was not the Retiom that Gerwer Duke was looking for.
‘The child my father was obsessed with….’
So he discreetly observed the situation among the students.
A child, flustered and scurrying behind the knight confronting the students. Then suddenly, the child’s expression changed, as if deciding to sacrifice.
“It’s a lie.”
So he stepped forward, fearing that if he didn’t, the child might.
He didn’t expect to talk about the artifact in front of Tuari Riche and her attendant, though.
Somehow he felt at ease, and before he knew it, he had said such a thing.
They’re from the same family of ability users, so they’d understand.
Or maybe Lodwick Duke, whom he had met before and recognized the artifact, already knew, so Tuari Riche might know too.
“Black eyes.”
A few days ago, Lodwick Duke, who had sent an attendant saying he wanted to meet him, asked about his wellbeing and also about his eyes.
“An artifact that blocks the activation of abilities?”
“Yes. It won’t come off.”
It was a story only for Duke Lodwick. That his father had put an unremovable magic spell on the artifact he gave him.
After hearing this, Duke Lodwick left with the last words that he should come to him if he ever needed help.
“Ah, ah…… me?”
Ian quietly watched Riche, who was whispering to her attendant in front of him.
‘It’s like a fairy has turned into a human and is moving.’
The child with an unreal appearance was fascinating to watch even in motion.
In the meantime, Philip whispered with Riche and stood up, saying he understood.
“My lord. Our lady says she’s very grateful for what you’ve done today, and she’ll surely return the favor next time.”
“Ah, you don’t have to worry about it.”
Wobbly wobbly.
Ian felt a slight disappointment at Riche, who shook her head. Did she not want to talk to him?
Philip spoke again.
“She has something to do today, so she has to leave now. She says she’ll say hello next time.”
Riche bowed slightly to Ian.
Ian, who realized it was a farewell greeting, waved his hand.
“Goodbye. See you next time.”
“The lady and I will go now. Take care, my lord.”
Ian nodded his head.
After finishing her greeting to Philip, Liche turned and walked away. Ian, who had been momentarily watching her receding figure, also began to go his own way.
(This is a time separator.)
At the Royal Academy, each student was assigned one room.
The academy was expensive and attended only by nobles, so the accommodations were quite good.
Liche’s residence, assigned by the academy dormitory.
“Miss Ah[dash]Ga[dash]. What is it? What is it?”
It was a residence of adequate size, with one living room, one student room, and one servant room.
Sitting on a wooden chair in the living room, Philip asked Liche, who was organizing the textbooks she would need for tomorrow on the sofa.
“Why didn’t our lady, who always greets everyone perfectly, even greet Gerwer Lord? Surely you haven’t fallen for that lord, have you?”
He grinned slyly.
Philip’s lips curled. Since she had come to Lordwick’s estate and learned swordsmanship from Zed, it was clear she had learned something other than swordplay.
Liche lowered her head to Philip, who was teasing her.
“No.”
“Then why did you do that?”
“It’s… a secret.”
She couldn’t think of a suitable lie to use as an excuse.
Nor could she speak the truth.
‘It was between Ian and a friend I only knew by voice, and I didn’t want to be discovered,’ she thought, but even to herself, that sounded strange.
Philip touched his chin with his finger, pretending to be serious at her words of a secret.
“Our lady’s first love. I should report this to the lord this week….”
“Philip, don’t tell Dad about what happened today.”
Liche firmly cut off Philip’s teasing.
Philip withdrew his hand and asked Liche. This time it wasn’t a joke, but sincere.
“Er, but shouldn’t I tell him? To set an example to those nobles who touched Lordwick[–]”
“If you talk, I’ll ask him to send Anna as a servant.”
“I will never do that. I neither heard nor saw anything.”
Philip mimed buttoning his lips.
‘Remember, Philip. Anna is a hyena. You mustn’t let your guard down.’
He couldn’t afford to lose his place as a servant to Anna.
After all, he was not a knight but had sworn loyalty to Lady Liche.
“Thank you, Philip.”
“What for?”
At the sight of Philip shrugging his shoulders, Liche finally turned the page of her textbook, relieved.
‘I don’t want to worry Dad.’
She didn’t want to tell Blake that there had been friction at the academy on the first day. It would surely worry him.
If rumors spread in the school and Dion and Robenhalf found out, it might reach Blake’s ears as well.
‘If they don’t know now……then…….’
Yawning, Liche shook her head to shake off the sleepiness that was creeping up on her.
“Miss, if you’re sleepy, go to bed.”
Philip, watching Liche repeatedly lower her head as if to delve into the book, then raise it again, spoke.
It had been a long day.
From leaving the mansion in the morning to the entrance ceremony, the classrooms, the principal’s office, the quarrel with the nobles.
Playing with Lord Dion in the evening, unpacking in her room.
“Yes…….”
Liche obediently got up at Philip’s words and went into her room.
As soon as she lay down on the bed and rested her head on the pillow, she fell into a deep sleep.
(This is a time separator.)
[……Teom.]“…….”
[Hey?]“…….”
[Hey! Contractor!]Liche opened her eyes wide at the familiar voice.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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