Illeion told her that the sandstorm had hurt. It didn’t merely darken the sight like fog, but the tightly flying sand struck and hurt the exposed skin, and it was hard to breathe. And it was not just his lagging, but he was at the forefront of the troops, and behind him, in the sandstorm that even obscured the Aslai sun, there were 8,000 soldiers following him.
“That’s when this saved us.”
Illeion rubbed the surface of the battered compass.
“If you only know the direction you want to go, you can walk there even without a road.”
“It’s a meaningful object.”
Illeion brushed back Elicia’s stray hair as she peered into the compass.
“You can have it.”
“Why?”
“Because we’ll always be together wherever we go now.”
Illeion knelt on the grass and looked her in the eye.
“Where you go is where I have to go. So you can have it.”
“Illeion.”
The sincerity in his words, so matteroffactly delivered, made Elicia feel like crying.
Am I someone worthy of this love?
Am I someone who can stay by his side?
She had nothing to give him. Even herself, the only thing that had truly been hers, she had already freely offered.
Illeion’s love, giving her such a valuable object that had saved the lives of 8,000 people, was overwhelming. Warriors on the battlefield or sailors at sea, regardless of their bravery, were often so sensitive to superstitions.
“It’s really meaningful and wonderful.”
Still, Elicia, thrilled with his gift, carefully looked it over. Illeion took the compass from her hand, hung it around her neck like a necklace.
As Elicia fondled the compass against her chest and smiled widely, Illeion sighed deeply.
“It seems silly to have come outside.”
“Why? It’s fresh and nice here.”
“I want to kiss you, but there are no curtains.”
The sun still hung its red face in the treetops, so it was not very dark.
“Then let’s eat quickly and go to that room.”
To the room good for kissing, the room with the secret of the curtain.
“Haha.”
Illeion laughed happily, then put the meat he had momentarily set aside back on the grill.
“Oh, I forgot the knife for cutting the meat. Bernard!”
Illeion called the servant loudly. However, the servant who should have run like a knife was nowhere to be seen. It only occurred to Illeion then that he had warned no one to stir in the garden so that he could spend quality time with Elicia, and he scowled.
“I have to go get a knife.”
“I’ll go.”
“No. I’m faster. It’s quite scenic, so you stay here and rest.”
Illeion kissed Elicia’s cheek, waved his hand, and headed toward the mansion.
“Hehe. Cute.”
It was nice to see him enjoy himself. It made her happy to see Illeion’s face smiling, seemingly content.
The feeling of liking someone was strange.
More satisfying to give than to receive.
Illeon looked like an impatient person who wanted to do something for Elishia.
When Elishia was ‘Lona,’ it was not just out of goodwill and affection that she had supported and cared for Illeon. She thought it was just something she did for a salary, a bit more diligently.
Yet, he seemed like someone who had been eager, as if he wanted to do something for her.
“You must have been very frustrated while I was not in sight.”
Knowing his painful and tough days, now that she could see these aspects, it was very precious.
“Elishia is twenty years old, wouldn’t it be a bit odd if I find Illeon too cute?”
It was a trap to keep looking at twentyfiveyearold Illeon from the viewpoint of twentysevenyearold Wonyoonji. In a way, it was like feeling the charm of both a younger man and an older man. Sometimes he was like a big puppy and cute, and sometimes he seemed like a wolf that would bite her with its big mouth.
Elishia stopped kicking the ground and rolling her feet under the chair soon after.
“I should have gone with him.”
The few minutes waiting for Illeon were boring and idle. She seemed to understand the mind of that man who kept pestering her to sleep with him and then asked her to read a book.
“Should I go to meet him, then?”
It was when she hastily got up from the chair wanting to see Illeon as quickly as possible, even a few steps.
“Hmm.”
A hand stretched out from behind and covered her nose and mouth with a handkerchief.
‘Ah, no.’
The world wobbled.
The firelight surrounding the nicely ripening meat, the small glass lamps Illeon had beautifully decorated in the hut, all gathered and spun around, and soon her sight went dark.
A moment later, Illeon returned to his spot, picking up a wellsharpened knife.
“Elishia.”
But the appearance of her, whom he expected to greet him prettily, was nowhere to be seen.
“Where did she go? Did she go to wash her hands?”
Glancing at the mansion, Illeon turned the meat so it wouldn’t burn. But as time passed and she did not return, the expression gradually disappeared from his face.
“Elishia!”
Calling her name, Illeon’s expression as he ran towards the mansion was that of a fierce beast.
(This is a time separator.)
At that time when the sun was setting.
Next to the winged lion statue decorating the top of the roof of the oldfashioned Clévent Duke’s mansion, a human shadow escaped.
A man in black priest’s robes with a white mask, Sonatek, looked down at Illeon, who was running towards the mansion calling Elishia’s name, with sharp eyes. A delighted laugh flowed out as if hard to suppress under the expressionless mask.
“You are one step too late, the pawn of the gods.”
As Illeon rushed towards the mansion, the weirdos who had packed the unconscious Elishia into a black bag and carried her away, jumped well over the mountainous ridge without fences or walls. He saw and knew all this from his high position, but just as an ant crawling on the surface of an apple can’t know the entire shape of the apple, Illeon could neither know nor understand the laws of causality moving him.
“Elishia’s exit was too late, though.”
When such a moment came, Sonatek felt as if he had become a superior and great transcender of this world. And that feeling momentarily covered the impatience of waiting to return to reality, waiting for the ending.
“You won’t find her, no matter how hard you search.”
The next time he would hear about Elishia was planned to be through her death notice.
“Accept your fate, Illeon. If that is your given mission and the will of the gods.”
Sonatek muttered ominously.
“This time, for sure, Wonyoonji. I will take care of that woman.”
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 🙂
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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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