Putting aside the prophet, I headed to the training ground for the next event, the swordsmanship competition. As I was inspecting the temporarily installed training ground, Hertian approached me.
The duel was canceled, and people were dressed casually.
“Where did you go?”
“I was going to see the Empress, but I just came back. There are so many knights here saying they want to meet the prophet.”
I told Hertian what I had just seen and heard.
“Usually, these mystical things like prophecies are more interesting to young ladies or ladies, but I don’t know how the rumor spread, but young men are queuing up for it.”
“Maybe you’re teasing the young ladies, but aren’t you interested in seeing it yourself?”
Hertian joked.
“Anyone would think so if they saw it. I’ll go see it later.”
I showed the map displayed on the enchantment, rotated my bracelet, to him.
The location was still the same, as if the Empress hadn’t left her reception room yet.
“Maybe it’s one of the nobles.”
“Do you have any guesses?”
Instead of answering, Hertian pulled out a letter from his bosom.
“This is the letter Evan sent me just now.”
Evan, a palace official.
Whether Evan had asked Hertian about the prophet, the contents of the letter were about the story of the prophet.
[There are no rumors that the Empress is thoroughly restricting the flow of information about the prophet. However, several people have seen the maids showing courtesy when the prophet passes.]The maids showed courtesy.
It was a strange occurrence.
The maids in the Empress’s palace were from good families, even among the nobility.
‘The chief maid is the daughter of a baroness, and the highest-ranking lady is a viscountess.’
Such people should at least be high-ranking nobles in the capital if they were showing courtesy.
Leaving behind numerous thoughts of renowned families, I first read the letter to the end.
[And it seems that a strong floral fragrance comes when the prophet arrives. There was even a case where purple tea water came out in a teacup that came from the Empress’s palace.]Purple tea water and a unique floral scent.
Thinking about it, several tea leaves floated in my mind.
“Evan says it’s like Papillio flowers.”
Papillio.
Named after the butterfly that resembled it.
“I’ve seen it in a book.”
It produced good purple water and had a pleasant aroma, but it had no efficacy, so I didn’t remember the details.
“Girigi is known to be a very difficult-to-obtain tea leaf.”
As he said, it wasn’t an ordinary tea leaf. According to the book, it was said to be possible only in a specific region in the south where certain temperatures and humidity are maintained.
“So I looked into which regions in the empire could cultivate it.”
“You received a letter just now?”
Hertian smiled.
“It’s nothing.”
It seemed even more impressive when he said it was nothing.
“I just checked for information in the Emperor’s office.”
“That… Did you get permission for that?”
“A disobedient son searching his father’s office is nothing much.”
Hertian continued the story with a tone as if saying whether he did or not didn’t matter.
“Only one place in the empire. Papillio is being cultivated in a hill village called Cangker, which overlooks the sea.”
“Who owns it…?”
I swallowed my saliva dryly.
After a while, Hertian gave me the answer.
“The Sharpeigne family.”
Sharpeigne…
Violet’s family.
The memory of going to the Sharpeigne family to meet Violet passed through my mind.
Even then, the color of the tea that Violet served was violet. Was that Papillio tea?
“But…”
As I was confused, Hertian reassured me.
“Even if it’s tea from the Sharpeigne family, it doesn’t mean the prophet is someone from the Sharpeigne family.”
I knew well that you couldn’t determine a person just by tea leaves.
But.
Violet kept coming to mind.
A height just half a span shorter than mine.
Though her voice wasn’t similar, her face resembled Violet’s because I met her in the alley.
“Grand Princess, the swordsmanship competition will begin soon, so please come this way.”
Hertian briefly stopped a knight approaching me and urged me.
“They might have deliberately brought that tea to cause confusion. Don’t get caught up in small clues, my lady.”
Hertian’s words lingered in my ears and faded away.
I followed the knight, scanning the surroundings.
In the meantime, many nobles had taken their seats to watch the knights’ swordsmanship competition. The Duke and Duchess of Sharpeigne were there, but Violet was not.
‘Let’s open it.’
I had two tracking devices.
One belonged to Violet.
The other to the prophet.
If the two were the same person, the markers would point to the same location.
‘Violet may not have used the enchantment I gave her.’
Then the locations would be different.
But if she wore the robe over the enchantment…
Without realizing, I wiped my sweaty hands and grabbed the bracelet to rotate it.
And I checked the location by turning the watch wheel once.
And once more.
When I turned the bracelet, the map changed.
To the exact same location.
“Violet…”
The marker appeared exactly in the same place.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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