A creature possessing both cuteness and solemnity.
Stella gazed at Uhura, who was fiddling with his pointed, brush-like beard, before responding.
“Please help me escape from this country. Preferably to a far-off place. And make sure that no one here remembers me.”
She spoke with concern, fearing that Mila and the other servants might suffer because of her. Plus, if the Emperor and the princesses forgot about her, there would be nothing to worry about.
Filled with hope of finally gaining freedom, Stella looked at Uhura with sparkling eyes. But the response she received was not what she had hoped for.
“I’m sorry. Our abilities are confined to this land.”
The once buoyant mood vanished.
“This… land?”
“Yes.”
Uhura struggled to maintain eye contact with Stella, his eyes revealing a sense of regret.
“Within Verduura Castle only?”
Uhura started to nod, then suddenly, his eyes sparkled with a new thought, shaking his head.
“No longer!”
“Then?”
Stella asked again, her heart racing with renewed excitement.
“It now includes the entire area where the Emperor of Credion resides.”
Uhura answered with a wide smile.
“Ah…”
The disappointment was as great as her prior anticipation. To Stella, being in Verduura Castle or the Emperor’s residence meant little difference; she was still a hostage either way.
Stella, her head hung low, suddenly stood up as if struck by a thought. The land fairies’ gazes followed her every move, whispering excitedly behind her.
Stella rummaged through the top drawers of a tall chest, finally pulling out a scroll and presenting it abruptly to Uhura.
It was the pedigree she had brought back earlier. It was loathsome to her, but now it was necessary.
Watching Stella intently, Uhura flinched back in surprise as the scroll was thrust in front of him.
The nearby land fairies crowded around the scroll, some wrinkling their noses at its smell, but most looked on with curiosity.
“Can you at least destroy this?”
Uhura unrolled the scroll, which was much larger than him, with the help of other land fairies struggling to hold it open. Uhura’s eyebrows twitched as he inspected the scroll.
“It’s upside down.”
Stella casually remarked, causing Uhura to jump and reposition himself on the other side of the scroll, with other fairies following suit.
“I’m inspecting every detail,” Uhura replied pompously, but Stella wasn’t entirely convinced.
Even if she couldn’t escape the castle immediately, destroying the pedigree seemed like a step towards freedom.
Stella clung to hope, but after Uhura circled the scroll several times with a heavy sigh, his words dashed her hopes again.
“This isn’t a magic we can undo.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a blood oath.”
Uhura spoke as if it were obvious. Though he couldn’t read human script, he could sense the nature of the magic emanating from the scroll.
After scrutinizing the scroll for a long time, Uhura approached Stella with a sigh.
“A blood pact can only be broken by the person who shared their blood with you.”
“What if that person is dead?”
Stella’s mention of death made Uhura flinch in surprise, seemingly because the land fairies were pacifists.
“If that person dies, the pact will naturally disappear.”
“So, as long as he lives, I can never leave here.”
Stella slumped onto the sofa, disappointed. Seeing Stella’s dimmed expression, Uhura hopped up and gently tapped her leg, wanting to help but feeling helpless.
“No, it’s not that there’s no way.”
Stella’s head snapped up.
“The one who gave you blood must burn this document. But you can’t do it. If you burn this document, you will feel excruciating pain as if your body is being torn apart.”
Stella knew this all too well. She had not expected an easy solution, but hearing it made her feel even more despondent.
Her father, Philip Obelit, who had provided the blood, was very healthy. Since he sent her here instead of Beatrice, it was unlikely he would tear up the document himself.
“There must be something else we can do to help,” Uhura earnestly asked. He was deeply sorry for not being able to help the person who saved their lives. The other land fairies nodded in agreement.
Stella looked out with a lifeless gaze.
The chaotic garden caught her eye. She sighed and asked with no expectation, “Could you please tidy up the garden?”
She asked for something visible, as she felt bad they couldn’t help with anything else. The fairies’ faces brightened with hope.
“We can do that!”
“We’ll manage that for sure.”
The fairies were confident in their voices. Finally finding something they could do for her, the fairies were overjoyed, and Stella’s spirits began to lift.
Right, I’ll find a way to leave this place on my own. There must be another way to destroy the pedigree.
At least she wouldn’t feel as lonely here as before.
The place where history lessons were held was Muge Castle, located at the beginning of the Plant area.
Home to Princess Anel of Engclit, this castle was the largest and most splendid in the Plant area, housing over ten maids and ladies-in-waiting.
Although Stella seemed to be a hostage like Anel, their situations were starkly different.
Princess Anel was the beloved youngest daughter of the King of Engclit. With her other sisters already married, Anel had no choice but to come to Credion.
On the day Anel was sent to Credion, the King reportedly wept openly, unconcerned about his dignity. The gift Anel brought was extraordinary: the Ring of Truth, one of Engclit’s national treasures. Although small in size, the revelation of its contents prompted even the Emperor to stand up and inspect it.
Naturally, Anel’s status rose instantly.
Other princesses envied Anel but concealed their boiling jealousy behind fake smiles.
The library in Muge Castle, where the lessons took place, was as spacious as the central hall of Verduura Castle.
When Stella, assisted by Mila, entered the library, other princesses were already seated. Her arrival drew all eyes to her, with some whispering and giggling behind her back.
Stella introduced herself calmly, ignoring the undercurrents.
“I am Stella Rune Obelit from Amalun.”
As Stella introduced herself, the princesses smiled and clapped slowly.
Although they were all in the same situation, a clear hierarchy existed within the group. It was evident that those closer to the front were of higher rank.
As the applause subsided, a princess seated at the front stood up gracefully. Now, all eyes shifted from Stella to her.
“Pleased to meet you, Princess Stella. I am Anel from Engclit. It was regrettable we couldn’t greet each other yesterday. I look forward to getting to know you.”
Following Anel’s greeting, the other princesses took turns introducing themselves to Stella. Many names were thrown around, but Stella found it hard to remember even half of them.
She had expected some comments about the gifts from the previous day, but surprisingly, no one mentioned them. However, this didn’t mean there weren’t any disdainful looks.
As the one-sided introductions were winding down, a young man entered the library.
The man, with long gray hair tied back reaching his waist, had a slender appearance.
He briefly scanned the princesses with his sharp, steely-gray eyes from behind his glasses, then fixed his gaze on Stella.
Adjusting his glasses slightly, he observed Stella more closely. Despite his youthful appearance, he exuded an aura akin to that of an older man.
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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