“There seems to have been a significant change in your mindset. Didn’t you take Elisia to the harbor? From now on, you must never lie to me about any truth.”
“Sonatek had feelings for me.”
“That person?”
“Yes. He was a possessor like me, but he didn’t like me adapting to this place.”
There were people like him. Those who didn’t want to admit reality and constantly yearned for their old lives.
The endless melancholy of those who lamented that they couldn’t go back made Mariela adapt to this place.
She didn’t want to waste the chance of her second life miserably and insignificantly.
At first, those who relied on being fellow possessors, upon seeing those who had adapted and were doing well here, rejected them as if betrayed. Sonatek was the typical leader among them.
“He’s a really strange guy. Wasting the meaning of life in a place like that.”
Mariela tried to tell Lev about the story that in the world where she originally lived, such crimes were actually abundant, but she closed her mouth. Stories of people who were once clearly loved, yet were hurt, suffered, and sometimes even died, as seen every day in the news.
Those who fell here often found themselves pushed to the psychological extreme.
Vague fears that they could disappear anytime like when they came.
Mariela didn’t want to understand Sonatek, but she, too, had experienced firsthand the precarious psychological boundaries he walked.
“I really didn’t think he would actually kill Elisia. I thought he resented me, blaming me for not choosing him and blocking the way back to my original world.”
So, she thought of leaving, her daughter, herself, and outside the original work.
She didn’t think of Illeon’s ego as ridiculous.
Because he would live a predestined happy life.
He just didn’t have Elisia by his side.
Anyone else would be enough as a protagonist, with a meaningful and radiant happiness and a beautiful life within reach.
Sonatek, who feared the collapse of the world more than anyone else, would guarantee that.
But that was Mariela’s misconception.
Without her knowing, she had made such a misunderstanding about how much of Sonatek’s human heart he had lost.
“Last night, he came to see me.”
“Was it Count Yuter?”
Mariela nodded.
“He tore off a plank soaked in cold seawater. He brought it to me, saying he had torn off the bottom of the ship Elisia was on.”
“So, was the news of the sinking in the waters?”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled the moment.
“I thought Elisia was at fault. But… when I returned home with Count Yuter this morning.”
Mariela eventually couldn’t hold back her tears.
“I thought it was better not to confront him. If anyone has to get hurt or hurt, I thought I should bear it alone.”
Some of what Sonatek said was correct. Mariela herself considered it as ‘my fault.’
“He killed my daughter. My daughter came back alive thanks to Count Yuter. Sonatek did everything he could to bring about my daughter’s death.”
He had pushed Mariela into an inescapable hell.
For Mariela, Illeon bringing Elisia was like a ray of light descending from heaven.
“So, I will do what I can. I will stop what Sonatek wants to do.”
“Hmm.”
Lev let out a long sigh.
“Mariela. Can I trust you?”
“It may be difficult, but please give me a chance.”
From Mariela’s perspective, the power of the two Odors was crucial. Perhaps if she had sought help like this earlier, she might have chosen to confront Sonatek sooner. However, the unwritten rule that the existence of the prophecy should not be revealed to the people of this world has hindered her so far. It’s something she easily violated in front of her daughter’s life.
“I have one request. Please keep this fact a secret from Count Yuter and Elisia.”
“Why keep it a secret? Illeon knows he’s the protagonist himself.”
Mariela, who had stopped her tears, spoke resolutely.
“Sometimes not knowing can be helpful. There are times when the situation changes just with fervent desires.”
“Fine. Let it be so.”
After Lev agreed, Mariela breathed a sigh of relief. In the short time Lev didn’t notice, she exchanged glances with Jullian in the air. There was no reason for Lev to know what share they had to bear.
‘Levarein,’ the dressing room in Luton Ga.
The owner of the store, Emily, looked at Illeon and Elisia, who entered side by side, for a moment, not knowing what to do.
“It’s been a while.”
“Hello. Thank you for visiting again. Count Yuter.”
However, when Illeon held Elisia’s wrist and stood with a face close to expressionless, Emily became convinced that the Count would not inquire about the previous lies.
“I’d like to see some clothes.”
“Please come this way. Your Excellency.”
Emily quickly ushered him into the star room she had shown him before.
The bright sunlight pouring in from the skylight today made the round room adorned with bright lace and fabric even more dazzling.
“Please sit comfortably. What kind of tea would you like me to prepare?”
Illeon did not respond as if he did not hear her words. Instead, he seemed to be scanning the shape and atmosphere of the room with a slightly stubborn gaze. Somehow, Emily felt like he was thinking about something right now, so she quietly withdrew, waiting for his call.
“It would be nice to recommend clothes that suit a lady. Do you have a dress that I can buy and wear right away today?”
When Illeon spoke, Elisia hesitated and said in a small voice.
“Why do I have to buy clothes now? I have plenty of clothes. And you bought a lot of dresses for the Countess without hesitation.”
Emily appeared with a dress full of richness in her arms. Elisia looked urgently at Illeon as Emily approached.
“You haven’t tried on many of the clothes you bought last time. And you’ve bought a lot of dresses for the Countess without hesitation.”
“I wanted to try something like this for once.”
As Illeon spoke, Emily diligently brought him a dress and piled it next to the sofa where he sat.
“When I brought Rona here, do you know how much I missed seeing her? To the point of touching every thread and lace with invisible eyes.”
His gaze carried a lonely light.
“I wished to see your admiration and joy as soon as you entered this room, even if just once. I prayed to God.”
“I…,”
In the end, Elysia let out a deep sigh.
“I understand. I’ll try them on. But today, I can only buy one outfit to wear. Okay?”
“Of course.”
As Elysia headed towards the fitting room, Illeon’s sulky expression melted away, replaced by a mischievous smile.
“I guess we can leave the rest for tomorrow.”
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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