I Decline the Ex-Boyfriend of the Regretful Male Lead (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
For a moment, I doubted my ears—had I heard wrong?
“You’re looking for someone to marry?”
“Yes.”
My dazed head began to spin.
“I must marry due to unavoidable circumstances, but since it would be a marriage of necessity, I feel guilty about it, so finding someone isn’t easy.”
This man—wasn’t he in the exact same situation as me?
“Young-ae needn’t worry so much. A suitable match will appear soon enough.”
He gave a faint smile and turned his head straight toward me.
Soon, my mind cleared as if fog had lifted.
How could I possibly meet this man in such a situation? Could this truly be the last chance the gods have given me?
It felt as though someone whispered in my ear:
Don’t let this man slip away now.
I moistened my lips once and asked,
“You’re a noble, aren’t you?”
Often, sons of noble houses who lacked the skill to become knights joined the guard. Nobles typically held positions at least at the managerial level. Judging by him, he certainly wasn’t a lowly guard—likely at least a viscount or higher.
“That’s correct.”
Just as I thought.
If he wasn’t a commoner, there was nothing to hold me back.
“I’ll be that person for you.”
“…What?”
His mouth opened slightly.
“I’ll become your wife. If there are any conditions you require, just tell me—I’m confident I can fulfill anything.”
“Do you truly understand what you’re saying?”
I straightened my back and swept aside my loose hair.
“Of course I do. I’ll be your wife for as long as you need me.”
[This is the timeline separator]Hertian, the man at the end of Anette’s gaze, barely managed to suppress the laughter threatening to burst out as he watched her wide-eyed stare fixed intently on him.
She’d said she’d become his wife.
He’d heard those words from her less than an hour after they’d met—or rather, he’d coaxed them out, knowing exactly what Anette wanted.
Hertian acted carefully so she wouldn’t suspect a thing.
“To suddenly offer yourself as my wife… I’m flustered.”
“There’s no need to be flustered. Truthfully, I needed a husband too.”
“But…”
In truth, he longed to pull her into his arms, the one proposing to him, and inhale deeply the scent lingering in her hair—but he held back.
He knew well that if he carelessly crossed the line Anette had drawn, she’d fiercely push him away.
So instead, he chose another way to satisfy his desire.
“No. I can’t burden you, Young-ae. I’ll handle this matter myself.”
He furrowed his brows in apparent distress and continued,
Wanting Anette to truly desire marriage—not just any marriage, but marriage to him.
“No… why go searching far away when I’m right here offering?”
“I can’t place such a burden on someone I’ve only just met today.”
“I said I’m fine with it!”
“Even if you say you’re fine, it’s still a forced marriage. I’m the sort who can’t live with owing someone a debt—it simply won’t do.”
Hertian firmly refused her.
Finally, Anette couldn’t take it anymore and shouted,
“It’s not a debt! I was desperately searching for a husband too! I went through so much disappointment today… No, never mind—what matters is that I need you as well!”
Her honesty and boldness had been evident even in her letters, but meeting her in person felt entirely different.
“So marry me. You.”
At last, he heard the words he’d wanted.
Hertian smiled inwardly with deep satisfaction.
‘All my plans until now have turned to foam.’
His vow to propose to her after this war had ended in utter failure—or rather, absurdly, in success.
“Wait a moment.”
Anette, fearing rejection, hastily grabbed a red chip from the dealer’s tray and pressed it into his hand.
“What’s this?”
“I’m formally proposing to you. Since we don’t have wedding rings right now, this will serve as proof of our engagement.”
Hertian stared intently at the single chip resting in his palm. Soon, a faint smile spread across his lips. Thinking he might be taking it as a joke, Anette quickly added,
“It’s not a joke! I’m proposing with more sincerity than anyone else ever could. So now there’s absolutely no backing out!”
Bold as ever, even while proposing with a chip. Yet her body swayed unsteadily.
She’d been wearing a thin dress and breathing cold air for far too long. Noticing her condition, Hertian’s smile vanished.
“Are you alright?”
“…Just answer me first. Will you marry me or not?”
Clutching desperately to her fraying consciousness, Anette pressed on stubbornly.
“Hurry! I may look like this now, but my family is wealthy… We’re not some dysfunctional mess… And if you want, you can treat me like a ghost!”
Her eyes were half-closed.
“Young-ae…”
“Answer me.”
Reluctantly, Hertian gave a small nod.
“Alright.”
“Promise you’ll keep your word.”
“You mustn’t back out either, Young-ae.”
“…Of course not.”
With that reply, Anette’s slender body collapsed.
“Young-ae!”
Hertian quickly caught her by the waist, but she was already unconscious. Perhaps it was relief at having found a marriage partner—her closed eyes looked more peaceful than usual. She didn’t even know her suitor was Cassian, with whom she’d exchanged letters for three years.
[This is the timeline separator]The room where Anette had collapsed from exhaustion and fallen asleep.
Directly above it, on the top floor of the casino.
Warmth filled the long-vacant owner’s suite.
Blanchiche Hertian.
After two long years of war, he had finally returned—completely, perfectly.
Though he’d finally laid down the sword that had seemed glued to his hand throughout the war, even a moment’s rest was a luxury for Hertian.
Seated at his desk, he read and reread the countless letters piled before him.
Osen, Hertian’s subordinate who had arrived late, frowned at the intense heat radiating from his skin, halting his report.
“Commander, what are you doing?”
Having called him “Commander” ever since Hertian left for war immediately after inheriting his dukedom, the title had stuck for Osen.
“Osen, bring me the letters from the year 826.”
To Osen, seeing his master clutching letters was as ordinary as breathing.
He brought the very box of letters Hertian had cherished more than his own life, even on the battlefield.
“Which month’s letters should I bring?”
“All the ones in light green envelopes.”
Osen wiped his fogged-up glasses from the heat, opened the box, and pulled out every light green envelope.
Anette always changed her letter envelopes with the seasons.
Light green for fresh spring.
Blue for summer.
Orange for autumn.
White for winter.
Hertian had never told him this, but after years of watching his master wait only for letters on the battlefield, Osen had figured it out on his own.
“Here they are.”
“Put the rest back in order and report.”
As Hertian opened a new envelope, he gestured to Osen. Osen adjusted his steamed-up glasses and straightened his posture.
“Evelyn and Kinta, whom Lady Leangberia was supposed to meet, have both been dealt with beforehand.”
“Good work.”
Osen felt puzzled observing his master. The meticulous plans Hertian had crafted—sacrificing even sleep on the battlefield—now seemed utterly ruined.
“Wait… Commander, I apologize for interrupting your reading, but didn’t you say you’d follow the new plan once we reached the capital?”
“The plan’s no longer necessary.”
“What do you mean?”
Could he possibly be giving up on Lady Leangberia?
Had the young lady seemed different upon their reunion after so long?
It was certainly plausible.
Admittedly, her beauty was unmatched in high society, but they’d only exchanged letters over many years. When bodies drift apart, hearts often follow.
It had been more than enough time for long-held plans to fade.
“Osen.”
A trembling voice descended softly. It was the first time since the war—since the day his master had killed a man—that he’d spoken his name in such a tone.
Gulp.
Osen was certain now.
His master truly intended to give up.
“I’ll follow your decision without question, Commander—even if you lead Blanchiche alone for the rest of your life…”
“Prepare the wedding immediately.”
“What?”
Osen doubted his own ears.
“Anette proposed to me.”
“Wha—at!?”
He must have earwax hardened from the battlefield clogging his ears.
Otherwise, how else could such a miracle be explained?
“The method you told me about seems to have worked.”
Hertian raised his pinky finger, his eyes clear and bright.
A faint crimson stain colored the tip of his master’s finger.
Osen’s face, too, flushed with shock.
‘Could he have really crushed balsam petals to dye his nails?’
He’d once mentioned it to his master upon seeing balsam flowers during the war:
“If you stain your nails with these flowers and the color doesn’t fade before the first snow, your first love will come true.”
But for his master—known not just as a war veteran but a war maniac—to actually do it?
Who could ever guess that flower dye now stained the hands that had been drenched in thousands of lives’ blood?
“Stop spacing out. We’re short on time—I’ll meet the Emperor first.”
“His Imperial Majesty?”
Osen was astonished on multiple levels.
First marriage, and now he’d personally seek out the Emperor he’d long avoided?
“Are you truly going to see His Majesty?”
“Yes. It’s time I stopped playing the fugitive.”
[This is the timeline separator]When I came to my senses, I was already home—at high noon, no less.
“Anette!”
Mother’s sharp voice jolted me from my daze.
“How worried do you think we were when you vanished from the banquet so suddenly?”
Her voice buzzed in my ears.
‘How did I get home?’
I’d fled from Serdis, wandered the streets, then met that handsome guard,
rested at the casino, and then got married…
“Mother! How did I get back home?”
I’m losing it.
I have a husband now, right?
“The guard brought you back. Your dress was covered in dirt… Come to think of it, whose dress was that you wore yesterday?”
“The guard. Where is that guard now?”
I shot up and immediately demanded an answer.
My last hope.
I needed that man to safely avoid the original plot without risk.
“Anette, are you going to keep ignoring me and spouting nonsense? He’s a guard—he’s surely returned to his post.”
“I’ll explain everything later!”
The moment I heard her answer, I grabbed my clothes and dashed outside.
“Anette!”
Bang!
The door slammed shut.
I quickly added,
“I didn’t slam it on purpose! It was an accident!”
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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That’s kinda weird. Every time she wants to use the carriage suddenly so busy?
ML is grand Duke?? Anette would be so surprise hahahah
It was the moment the Duke, who had repeatedly delivered triumphant news from the battlefield, showcased his prowess in our home as well.
Mwahahahaha
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Perhaps because I’m certain he’ll never love me.
Lol girl. You don’t know anything about him. He is obsessive 😂
“As I said before, I can only cast a forbidden ritual to remove divine abilities
Casting a ‘forbidden ritual’ to remove divine abilities sounds like practicing black magic. So Violet practices black magic? What is her true goal?
He collapsed to the floor, unconscious. Only the ring on his finger glimmered fa
I have quite a few things to say about the function of this enchantment. Right now though the main thing is that if the enchantment functions in this way…what happens if Anette dies while he has the ring turned on?
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Oho, so ML loves her so much. Being a beauty must be good. There are many admirers.