I Didn't Really Want to Do Farming! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 32
Kai suspiciously wondered if Stella was pretending not to know his true identity, even though she actually did.
Thinking that a cunning scheme might be hidden beneath her frail, sorrowful smile—meant to reassure him—suddenly made everything seem unnatural.
It was strange that he kept thinking about something as insignificant as a common carrot, not even a rare fruit, and it was equally odd for a princess of a nation to so attentively care for a hungry knight.
After all, wasn’t the Credion Empire the very enemy nation that threatened Stella’s homeland and forcibly brought her here?
As he stared at her with increasingly complicated eyes, Stella answered.
“Because it’s sad when you’re hungry.”
Her voice sounded oddly pitiful, causing Kai to unconsciously furrow his brows.
That wasn’t an answer befitting a nation’s princess. She likely had never known hunger herself, so he couldn’t understand why she wore such an expression while giving that reply.
“How would you know that?”
Though Kai’s tone was sharp, Stella’s mind was so preoccupied with other thoughts that she had no energy left to notice someone else’s manner of speech. She simply gazed blankly at the barren, stripped land before her.
“Why wouldn’t I know? I know everything.”
It was a sigh-like reply. Stella’s expression looked weary and desolate, like that of an old woman who had weathered countless hardships over many long years.
Her complete lack of spirit was vastly different from how she’d been just yesterday. Kai almost asked what had happened, but closed his mouth instead.
‘I shouldn’t get involved any further.’
He felt resistance and wariness toward matters that had drifted beyond his control, regardless of his intentions.
Anything unfolding outside his own plans and purposes wasn’t his concern, nor did it deserve his attention. Above all, the Princess of Amalun seemed thoroughly suspicious.
Just as Kai prepared to step back, Stella unwrapped the blanket she’d been wrapped in.
Though the wind was chilly, he glared at her, wondering why she’d do that—but Stella removed the blanket from her body without the slightest hesitation.
“Here, you said there aren’t even any blankets in your room.”
Seeing Kai’s thin clothing, Stella clicked her tongue and handed him the blanket. Though far too small for his frame, covering even just his stomach with it would surely help somewhat.
“It’s not very big, but it’s quite warm once you wrap up in it. You can’t afford to catch a cold—go on, take it.”
It made no sense for an imperial knight to lack both food and bedding, but Stella simply didn’t know enough about life within the palace to realize that.
Just as not every princess lived a glamorous and happy life, she vaguely assumed there must be knights who struggled as much as he seemed to.
“I have a blanket too.”
“Just take it. I’ve got plenty inside.”
Despite Kai’s refusal, Stella forced the blanket into his arms. In truth, compared to Amalun, life here was almost abundant—a peaceful existence she could only enjoy now that she’d stepped out from under her father’s shadow. How strange that was.
A cold gust of wind blew fiercely. The chill slipped through the gaps in her nightclothes, swiftly brushing over every corner of her body like a serpent’s tongue.
Suddenly overcome by the cold, Stella hugged herself and shivered violently. Kai tried to return the blanket, but Stella was already hurrying unsteadily back toward Verdura Castle.
Her ankles, glimpsed briefly beneath her nightgown, were so slender they seemed barely thicker than a pinch—so thin that she looked likely to trip and hurt herself even while walking normally.
She wobbled several times in her haste. Each time, Kai flinched as if he himself might fall.
“Hmph. You can’t even take care of yourself.”
Kai’s expression twisted into a displeased frown.
Kai sat leaning against the bed, staring for a long while at the blanket carelessly tossed onto the sofa.
He pondered deeply, like a student facing a difficult problem, nodded as if he’d found an answer, then firmly set his jaw again. No matter how he thought about it, the Princess of Amalun’s behavior remained incomprehensible. And yet—
“The pie was delicious.”
The sweet taste still lingered richly in his mouth.
The carrot pie taken from the basket was as large as a serving plate. He’d expected it to be good since the carrots themselves were tasty, but the flavor was so exquisite that his eyes had snapped wide open after just one bite.
The pie perfectly blended the carrots’ fresh, crisp vegetable aroma, a rich yet balanced sweetness that lingered pleasantly in the mouth, and the ideal texture of properly cooked carrots—nothing was missing.
Had the pie not been so large, he might have eaten both of them himself.
The massive pie vanished in the blink of an eye, and only then did he realize how uncomfortably full he was—the carrot pie melted away the moment it touched his tongue.
“Sigh…”
Despite feeling stuffed to the point of bursting, he still found himself wondering whether to take just one more bite of the carrot pie left on the table.
“I must be crazy.”
Or perhaps he’d been thoroughly enchanted by something. Displeased with his own state, Kai irritably lay down and pulled the blanket over himself like a sulking girl.
It was a night full of satiety and irritation.
[This is the timeline separator]The next day, as soon as the sun rose, Daren and Brin arrived at the village and headed straight for the central square of Conpanyo Village.
Following Mila’s prior instructions, the two walked directly down the road extending eastward from the square’s fountain.
Unlike Daren, who walked tensely straight ahead, Brin was utterly absorbed in gazing around at the bustling district—a place she’d never had reason to visit before.
“Wow, Daren! Look at that fountain over there—it’s huge!”
Brin pointed excitedly at the massive fountain standing in the middle of the square.
“Oh! Daren! They’re selling fruits and vegetables over there!”
Brin urgently called out, pointing in a direction opposite to where Daren was walking. Daren finally stopped dead in his tracks only when Brin shouted his name for the fifth time.
Brin, who had been walking while constantly looking elsewhere, didn’t even notice Daren had halted until she bumped her forehead squarely into his chest.
“Ouch!”
“Brin. This isn’t the time to dawdle and chatter. We need to finish the task Her Highness—no, Miss—entrusted to us as quickly as possible.”
Daren’s scolding instantly wiped the cheerful grin off Brin’s face.
Seeing Brin, who had been flapping about like a freshly caught fish, now droop like boiled spinach, softened Daren’s heart—but he steeled himself again. There wouldn’t be a next chance if they failed today.
“Think carefully. Miss said she’d set aside a reward for us if we wrap things up well today. There are still plenty of carrots left—you understand what that means, right?”
“I know.”
“So don’t act like a child on a school trip. Got it? I absolutely must earn this money.”
Brin well knew that Daren had a long line of family members depending on him for support, so she simply nodded without a word. She suddenly felt ashamed of her earlier childlike excitement over this brief outing.
“Let’s go now.”
Seeing Brin’s ears turn red, Daren spoke in a noticeably gentler tone.
Brin resolutely answered, making a conscious effort not to look at the colorful, eye-catching things around her. She truly wished for Daren—diligent and responsible as he was—to find happiness.
With resolve equal to that of generals marching into battle, the two strode purposefully into the Moonlight Guild, located midway down the eastern road, without looking back.
Though the street was primarily lined with restaurants and teahouses, it also hosted numerous guilds of varying sizes. Among them, the Moonlight Guild was of moderate scale—neither large nor small.
Had Princess Stella or Lady Mila come themselves, they could have easily entered any major guild right at the street’s entrance—but as mere maidservants, Daren and Brin would likely have been turned away at the door.
The Moonlight Guild’s door showed worn edges and a polished handle. Though it looked old, careful maintenance had kept it remarkably sturdy. Standing before it, Daren and Brin exchanged a glance and nodded firmly.
Daren let out a light sigh, then pushed the aged door open with all his strength.
Ding-a-ling!
A clear chime rang out above them as he shoved open the grimy wooden door.
“Welcome!”
Immediately upon entering, a boy who looked about ten years old greeted them cheerfully from the small lobby.
He had brownish-blond hair and a sprinkling of freckles across his nose, giving him an utterly adorable appearance.
“How may I help you?”
The boy, who had been smiling brightly, quickly nodded in understanding as his eyes landed on the sack slung over Daren’s shoulder.
“Did you come about a street vendor permit, perhaps?”
The child was both perceptive and well-mannered.
“Uh… yeah. Exactly. Could we possibly meet the guild master?”
Daren tried his best not to appear foolish, speaking as politely as he could. Brin stared wide-eyed at his suddenly changed tone, but Daren pretended not to notice, keeping his eyes fixed solely on the boy.
“The chief stepped out briefly for an errand just ahead—he’ll be back soon. Would you like to wait?”
The child seemed remarkably accustomed to handling guests. Just as Daren nodded, staring blankly at the boy who appeared smarter than himself—
Ding-a-ling!
The door chimed merrily again as it swung open, and footsteps approached. Daren and Brin turned around in unison—as if on cue—and instinctively shrank back.
The man entering the guild swayed slightly as he came in. His shoulders were so excessively broad that he couldn’t pass through the doorway head-on.
Though not particularly tall, his entire body was covered in muscle, radiating an intimidating presence just by standing there.
“Chief Cookus! We have guests!”
The boy scampered over to the fearsome-looking man and cheerfully announced Daren and Brin’s presence. The man gave a warm smile despite his harsh features and gently ruffled the boy’s round head.
“Is that so?”
His gaze swiftly flicked to the sack Daren carried, then away again.
Though the smile from the boy still lingered faintly on his lips, the moment Daren and Brin met his sharp eyes, they both gasped and held their breath. Even his smile was frightening.
“G-Good day, sir. My name is Daren. I’ve come to sell carrots I grew myself. I was told I could purchase a street vendor permit here.”
Daren recited the lines he’d practiced at least ten times on the way over, rattling them off rapidly without even pausing to breathe—though he didn’t realize he’d done so.
“Those carrots?”
Cookus tilted his chin slightly as he asked.
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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