Illeon found himself strangely unfamiliar with such sensitivity to stimulation in this situation. He wasn’t displeased, and without realizing it, he focused on her movements.
When Elisia thought it was enough, she wiped the remaining water stains on his lips with the hem of her clothes, and he nearly missed a chance to enjoy the lingering taste.
“Is this how temple relief work is always done?”
Is this some pleasant thing you’ve done for me? Illeon became curious about the unfamiliar temple culture.
“No.”
“Then why… you could just drink enough by putting the water to your mouth with that kettle.”
Elisia looked at him with a questioning gaze instead.
“You’ve said before that water should be fed into the mouth, and the butler also mentioned doing so.”
“What? The butler feeding me water…”
It sounded absurd. Illeon was puzzled.
“Did the butler say that?”
“Well, His Grace mentioned it…”
“I said that? Moreover, did you meet me before Mother brought you here?”
Elisia nodded with an expression of not knowing what to do.
‘Strange.’
Illeon, for some reason, felt an urgent emotion that he should end this conversation here.
Why do I feel like this? What’s so important about drinking water and all that?
Even when he had to suddenly send 30,000 troops to march, he didn’t feel so desperate.
He trusted his instincts quite a bit, so he soon closed his mouth.
“Why do you make this choice?”
Elisia hesitated and asked him.
“This choice?”
“You don’t have to be in so much pain. There must be another way.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know exactly, but… my head hurts at moments when something might come to mind.”
Illeon sighed briefly.
“I suspect it might not be a curse.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, but… it feels similar. My head used to hurt when I couldn’t see. It felt like there were bugs or small animals living in my eyes.”
So, every time he tried to heal it, it writhed and tormented him. It reacted as if there was something alive in it, making it even more painful and creepy.
“It seems similar now… I have to endure this. It’s like something is screaming that I must endure it, although it’s ambiguous whether it’s a prophecy or a premonition.”
Elisia looked at Illeon with moist eyes.
‘What if… you regained your memory at the end of this pain, and I disappear and am gone?’
Lev’s words were correct.
Illeon was fighting.
The time he spent in the peace provided by Karina’s hand and the prophecy was too short.
Why is that?
For what reason is he doing all this?
…Because of me.
Elisia, feeling like tears might come, pretended to tidy the washcloth and moved away from Illeon.
“Thank you.”
Illeon said to the Elisia’s back.
“If my condition improves, I’ll make a donation to Hadoomsha. Oh, does it matter if there are repercussions?”
“No, it doesn’t. I consider this a temporary place until I return someday. Thank you.”
Elisia left Illeon’s room.
After closing the door, her heart crumbled to the point where it was difficult to endure.
‘Perhaps I… thought wrong.’
The human heart, human memories, couldn’t be drawn and cut off at this point.
Oder’s superior existence follows such premonitions.
After hearing those words, Elisia felt as if she had been influenced, thinking that Illeon’s words were correct.
It doesn’t end here.
The relationship between Illeon and herself will continue even if they are not physically together; it will persist in their hearts.
Elisia remembering him, Illeon remembering Elisia.
Longing for each other.
If one reflects on words and actions, regrets them, could it be considered as an ended relationship?
Perhaps for the remaining life, they might live trapped in longing.
Since her fate was to be murdered and disappear in the original work, there would be no problem if she remembered him. However, Illeon must love. He was born with the destiny to pour out a complete and sincere love.
It was a fact too clear that she had intercepted it.
Elisia tried to organize her thoughts.
It was a mistake to think that she could resolve things by leaving.
If it wouldn’t end even after leaving, then it was right to stay by his side.
‘But it seems like Mom would oppose it.’
For twenty years, Mariela had suffered from the distortion of Elisia’s life caused by Sonatec.
Despite her kind and gentle nature, she had sensitive and stubborn aspects when it came to Elisia’s affairs.
Even though Lev had called her back to the mansion for a few days to reconsider, she kept repeating that she couldn’t listen to those words.
‘Honestly, when Princess mentioned that she didn’t think of herself and Illeon as characters in a book, it felt a bit refreshing.’
Elisia always felt a contradiction about what she felt towards Mariela.
So, even if fate couldn’t be changed, and it had to unfold as in the original work, Mariela said that she could change Elisia’s fate and take her out of the original work. If it didn’t change according to Mariela’s words, Elisia, too, had to face the end of fate within the original work.
‘Even if I say I won’t leave Illeon, I’ll need Mom’s help to stand against Sonatec.’
That was the problem. To resist Sonatec, Mariela’s cooperation, who knew him, was essential. If Elisia said she wouldn’t leave, and Mariela refused to help, everyone would be in danger.
Mariela probably thought that Elisia couldn’t make such a choice.
“Phew.”
Feeling overwhelmed, Elisia sighed.
At that moment, the butler approached her.
“Miss Elisia, are you busy with your duties? I will be scolded by the master if I let you work.”
The butler quickly took the basin containing the towel Elisia was holding.
“Relief activities are familiar to me. It’s alright.”
Bernard and Elisia always got along well. However, it was agonizing for Elisia to pretend not to remember even for him.
As she tried to leave quickly, something suddenly occurred to her, and she asked Bernard.
“The Duke mentioned he was thirsty, so I gave him water.”
“Thank you.”
“But… does the butler feed water to the Duke with his mouth?”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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