“Damn it. When you speak with those pretty eyes, I can’t forcibly take you to the rear.”
“Oh my. I’ll be angry if you do. Besides, it’s safer by your side as I can immediately get strength if I run out. Also… I think, I can bind the enemy’s feet. It seems a bit easier to operate here than from the rear− Agh!”
Mercedes was explaining when she suddenly saw a soldier rushing in and used a shockwave in surprise.
The magic used in panic without thinking was stronger than expected, and with an “Aaagh!” the enemy soldiers flew away like sheets of paper.
“Ah… That was too strong.”
Having just absorbed power from Carlos again, it was difficult to gauge how strong it was. It truly was a power that needed training.
“…I didn’t even have a chance to save them.”
Carlos, who had jumped in one breath to block them with his greatsword, stood on the ground with a hollow laugh.
“Now I understand why people get angry and curse at geniuses.”
Carlos gave a hollow laugh. Those blown away by the shockwave were groaning and rolling on the ground as if each had something broken.
“I keep telling you I’m not a genius. This is just power I luckily obtained.”
Mercedes sat on the ground with a sulky face.
“Once more, I’ll bind their feet.”
“This time, I’ll stay by your side no matter what happens.”
“I trust you.”
Mercedes smiled, then immediately put on a serious face and infused power into the ground. The red light she had just absorbed clung to her back, and white light flowed from her hands.
That light spread across the ground in an instant, starting to bind the feet of the enemy soldiers. A rebel soldier trying to stab an imperial soldier while running stumbled on the spot, and even those barely defending themselves staggered.
Carlos’s soldiers quickly realized that the magic from earlier was being cast again, and immediately gripped their swords tightly and charged at their opponents.
Everyone’s eyes were blazing.
“Anyone who gets hurt by enemies with bound feet will run a hundred laps around the training ground today!”
“Yes!”
“Of course!”
Carlos shouted while swinging his greatsword without leaving Mercedes’ side. The allies responded confidently and swung their swords excitedly.
The rebels still had more people than this side.
‘But this side has two monsters.’
Skyra looked at Mercedes and laughed, “Heh heh,” while dragging over the wounded and casting healing magic on them.
After 30 minutes, Mercedes wiped away cold sweat and lifted the magic again this time.
It might be said to be just 30 minutes, but during battle, it was a very important and long time.
The number of rebels had decreased quite a bit, and the morale of the allies did not fall. It was natural, being with two monsters.
The momentum of victory had already shifted to this side.
Of course, the remaining rebels were still cursing Carlos like madmen and throwing away their lives to somehow get revenge. But facing him, now free from the curse, was nothing short of insane.
Moreover, he was not alone.
From knights to soldiers, Carlos’s army was very excellent.
As the battle was almost wrapped up like that.
“I’m going to capture the head of the rebel group. General, I leave the end to you.”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
Carlos calmly shook the blood off his sword and sheathed it.
“I want to go too.”
“…Mercedes. Stay with Skyra now.”
“I don’t want to send you alone because you’re always reckless.”
Was Mercedes always this stubborn? Carlos looked at her with a surprised face.
But some knights who had finished cleaning up and binding prisoners gathered and nodded.
“We’d feel at ease if Her Majesty the Empress were by your side.”
“It’s because His Majesty tends to overdo things.”
“We don’t know what traps might be inside.”
“Heave-ho! Can’t we follow along too?”
Why have my subordinates suddenly become so stubborn? A knight who had just kicked away an enemy soldier making a last-ditch effort laughed, “Hehe.”
“…This is driving me crazy. Did you all catch some disease? Why are you−”
“Well, originally you’d half-kill us if we didn’t follow orders.”
“It’s still the same now.”
“Come on. Her Majesty the Empress will protect us.”
In short, it meant they now had someone they could rely on. The knights grinned and laughed. Before Carlos, who was dumbfounded and searching for words to reply, could speak, another knight opened his mouth.
“Right? Your Majesty the Empress. We’re doing well now, aren’t we? Our duty is originally to protect His Majesty the Emperor, right? If we keep stepping back like this, won’t we lose face as knights!”
“Hmm. I understand, but… won’t it be dangerous?”
“We really value our lives and don’t plan on dying! We’re just worried His Majesty might foolishly fall into a trap. We’re concerned there might be more enemy soldiers inside.”
“It already seems crazy that they recruited so many soldiers, but there’s a possibility there are more inside!”
“The Empress Dowager and former Crown Prince might not be good at handling troops, but they might have some tricks up their sleeves!”
“Well. That’s true.”
Suddenly the Emperor’s words were ignored, and everyone gathered around the Empress with shining eyes to plead.
Mercedes thought for a moment, then nodded.
“Alright, let’s go together. But Carlos and I will scout first, so you have to be careful, okay?”
“Mel. Wait. I said it’s dangerous. You all−”
“Carlos. Let’s go!”
Carlos tried to stop her with a sigh, but before he could finish speaking, Mercedes smiled brightly and grabbed his hand.
Him being dragged along was an irresistible force. Behind them, fierce-looking knights covered in blood giggled and followed enthusiastically.
Thus, the first thing they encountered upon entering the imperial palace was silence. As if everyone had been called out to the battlefield, the imperial palace was empty.
“First, we’re going to the former Crown Prince. Gregory should be coming.”
“But where would he be? The audience chamber? The office?”
“Knowing that guy’s personality, he’s probably hiding and trembling somewhere−”
“Your Majesty!”
Suddenly a familiar voice was heard while they were talking.
Franz came running from the corridor where Mercedes’ room was located.
Familiar servants were visible behind him. It seems they had been hiding, scared of the commotion outside.
“Franz? What are you doing here instead of running away!”
Carlos shouted. Franz looked at Carlos’s wounds, drooped his eyebrows, and sighed.
“You’re too injured….”
“Franz. Evacuate even now. You don’t know what might happen−”
“We know this palace best. Of course, we hid in a safe place and watched the fight. Thinking that Your Majesty and your army would never be defeated.”
Franz said seriously. Carlos rubbed his forehead.
“But what if you got caught up in it…. Since you didn’t run away already, it can’t be helped. Any casualties?”
“Fortunately, none. The former Crown Prince isn’t skilled with a sword, is he?”
“Phew. He probably knows all the secret passages too…. Hiding from that incompetent guy doesn’t mean you’re safe.”
“I know. But this palace is the place I must protect to the end, and I also have a duty to inform Your Majesty, so I waited.”
“Information?”
“That guy is hiding and trembling in the empty room on the third floor, right side, third door.”
It was information worth Franz waiting for him on purpose. Fortunately, they wouldn’t have to open each of the many rooms in the imperial palace one by one. Of course, they could find him with aura… but it was good that things became easier.
Carlos quietly looked at his servants. They all had faces full of fear due to the rebellion, but they were sending unchanging gazes of trust. And also infinite loyalty, not minding even if they were defeated.
Somehow his chest felt tight.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!”
While the Emperor was having a reunion with Franz and the other servants, Rhonda and Patricia rushed out urgently in the meantime.
Then Rhonda grabbed Mercedes’ hands and began to tear up.
“Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere…! Oh my, how could your face be so injured!”
“These bastards, really.”
Patricia behind her even uttered a short curse. A curse? Perhaps because it was so unlike her, Mercedes burst into laughter.
“Patricia even curses now.”
“Is this the time to laugh? I’m really upset….”
Rhonda sobbed and cried.
“You must have been more scared. You endured well.”
“Since the imperial palace was occupied, that Adolf bastard was so tyrannical. But I endured. Because I knew Your Majesty, Your Highness would return!”
Rhonda wiped her tears and spoke bravely.
“Yes. Now it will end when we catch one insignificant fool.”
Mercedes hugged the two maids lightly and looked up.
The reunion was over.
And the treason would end too.
The Emperor climbed the stairs without hesitation. Exuding the intimidating aura befitting the master of this palace.
While climbing the stairs, rebel soldiers kept popping out. But there weren’t many.
It seems most had been called to the battle just now.
And in front of the bedroom where Adolf would be, rebel soldiers were standing guard as expected.
As soon as they saw Carlos, they rushed in without thinking. But Carlos cut them down in one stroke. In the process, the door being smashed was a given.
Thus, the empty room on the third floor was opened.
They were able to quickly arrest the former Crown Prince who was curled up and hiding pathetically under the bed.
“Adolf. Your dream was too big.”
“I, I am. I, I am, I am the Cr-Crown Prince!”
The former Crown Prince, Adolf, was easily restrained. The knights tied Adolf’s wrists with rope as casually as if doing farm work.
Adolf’s face turned pale.
“But am I not the Emperor now?”
“My, my life… Just spare my life!”
Adolf finally seemed to feel fear and pleaded with a metallic voice.
But Carlos did not listen.
In front of the blood-soaked imperial palace garden.
In that messy place where corpses were being gathered and organized and the wounded were being tended to, the former Crown Prince’s knees finally hit the ground.
The Empress Dowager and the captain who had become her limbs, whom Gregory had dragged in afterwards, were the same.
“As Emperor of the Loom Empire, I punish the rebel group.”
Carlos’s chilling voice descended upon them.
“Sp-spare me! Brother. Even though we… we grew up, gr-grew up as brothers!”
Adolf cried and shouted while bound. The Empress Dowager was glaring at Carlos with arrogant eyes that seemed to be mixed with half resignation and half anger.
“Tsk. At least the greedy and cunning mother is better. She has some pride.”
Carlos looked down coldly at Adolf crawling on his knees and begging.
“Br-brother…!”
“Brother? You, who surely participated in killing my mother, dare call me brother?”
Carlos smiled coldly.
“I should have killed you then.”
The emperor’s voice rang out as cold as a sharp blade.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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