I Plan to Repay Kindness with Enmity (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 7
He remarried because he liked her dazzling beauty and noble elegance, but it seemed he couldn’t love her excessively ignorant side.
“Her weight gain probably played a part too.”
The viscount glanced at her fuller figure and swiftly turned his head away.
“Even if we’re the Desert Empire, its princes are still desert sovereigns. The Fifth Imperial Prince of Doverrakan is normally an unthinkable match for a minor noble from a weak nation like ours—unless, of course, we were royalty.”
At the mention of royalty, Madam Emern looked momentarily tempted, but soon frowned.
“But he’s a barbarian!”
“There will be plenty of minor nobles willing to overlook that and take him as a son-in-law. Yet the fact that Aris is being considered suggests something’s amiss.”
At the implication belittling Aris’s worth, both Madam Emern and Aris frowned in displeasure.
Only Hubert, ever pragmatic, nodded seriously.
“The problem is that he’s the Fifth Prince. As you know, the Fifth Prince is rumored alongside the First Prince, Lord Roderick Kun, to be a contender for the next emperor of the great empire. But precisely because of that…”
“He’s dangerous.”
“Yes. First Prince Roderick holds immense power. He’s already drawn over half the warrior factions to his side, and nearly all the desert’s great merchants are tied to his family.”
“So he’s secured every foundation needed to become emperor.”
“Exactly. By comparison, they say the Fifth Prince has nothing noteworthy except brute strength. Lord Roderick will become the next emperor—and he despises the Fifth Prince.”
As the conversation continued, Aris’s face turned deathly pale.
“Unlike with other princes, becoming the Fifth Prince’s wife would be like accepting a death sentence. It would be a great opportunity for us if we could support the Fifth Prince to become emperor, but it’s far easier said than done.”
Hubert shook his head with a troubled expression.
“One misstep, and our entire house could be swept away by the desert sandstorm. Viscount Demestia has dumped a troublesome problem on us. And besides…”
Seeing Hubert’s distress, Madam Emern asked anxiously, “What else is wrong?”
“There are rumors he prefers men.”
“…….”
“…….”
Silence fell.
Aris was now ghostly pale. Madam Emern’s mouth hung open in shock.
All traces of their earlier temptation at the prospect of an alliance no ordinary noble could dream of had vanished.
A barbarian who might lose the succession struggle—and thus endanger his life—was bad enough, but a homosexual on top of that!
“Huh….”
Aris buried her face in her hands and burst into tears. Her silent weeping looked utterly forlorn, like a water nymph in despair.
Hubert and the viscount sighed, unable to bear looking at her, while Madam Emern embraced her with a sigh.
“Don’t cry. I won’t let that happen. Do you think I brought you all the way here just to marry you off to some barbarian doomed to die soon? The king himself surely wouldn’t allow it—not to you, who’s revered as a priestess of water!”
But her words offered Aris no comfort. Though the ability to summon rain was indeed precious, was it as precious as the king’s only daughter?
There were other priests besides Aris. They might have already calculated that sacrificing her alone would be acceptable to avoid war.
Princess Lalatu herself was also a priestess—making any comparison utterly lopsided.
It didn’t take long before Aris’s tears thoroughly soaked Madam Emern’s white handkerchief.
While the whole household grieved, I felt like the sole spectator watching a tragedy unfold on stage.
Worse yet, I was a spectator who already knew how this play’s premiere would end.
‘How did this turn out again?’
I searched my memory carefully.
‘Back then, I vaguely wished Aris could become a princess.’
Whether as a barbarian’s bride or some noble’s wife, I’d only prayed she’d marry quickly and leave Hubert’s side.
‘But in the end, it didn’t happen that way.’
Perhaps Hubert had fiercely opposed it. Aris’s unique status as a priestess likely influenced the outcome too.
What I remembered clearly was that Aris never became the barbarian’s bride nor a false princess.
‘If I recall, some distant royal relative became princess instead—was she a duke’s daughter? In birth and status, she was practically a princess already.’
In short, the marriage alliance between the royal family and the empire never materialized.
Because the newly appointed princess made an extreme choice.
With fire at their feet, the royal family urgently sought a woman to please the imperial prince.
‘That’s when they turned to Aris—beautiful but without powerful backing.’
Though to be precise, Aris wasn’t truly without backing. Hubert and House Lorenst stood behind her, not to mention her sacred status as a priestess.
She avoided both the role of false princess and becoming the Fifth Prince’s plaything.
The women offered to the imperial prince kept changing—gradually shifting toward those who were powerless, compliant, and wouldn’t talk back.
‘And I was the last one.’
At that thought, I sighed involuntarily.
I clenched my fists tightly.
‘Right. Weeds don’t die even when trampled.’
Though I did end up dying anyway.
I quickly racked my brain.
‘They’ll surely try to use me again—how can I avoid it this time?’
“Igraine!”
A sharp voice cut through my thoughts. I snapped my head up.
Madam Emern stood with her arms crossed, glaring at me.
“You seem bored, even though this matter is so serious? Oh, I suppose it’s not your problem, is it?”
Of course I’d be bored—I already knew Aris wouldn’t become a princess.
But I couldn’t say that aloud, so I forced my eyes to droop meekly.
“Of course not. I was just thinking of ways to help Miss Aris.”
“…….”
“Miss Aris is young and beautiful—she deserves a happy wedding with a promising young man, not a forced marriage to some imperial stranger she’s never even met. If there’s any way to stop it, we absolutely must. Oh dear, what on earth should we do…?”
I tugged at my sleeve and dabbed beneath my eyes. Faking concern made my stomach churn.
‘At least she won’t pick pointless fights with me now.’
Indeed, Madam Emern’s previously irritable expression softened somewhat.
But her eyes sparkled strangely—as if she’d just had a brilliant idea.
A bad feeling crept over me.
“Wait—if all they need is an honorary princess, could it be any woman who’s earned merit?”
“It’s just about appearances. Everyone already knows why they need an honorary princess anyway.”
Hubert answered readily, looking puzzled.
At his reply, Madam Emern’s eyes gleamed even brighter. My ominous feeling intensified.
“Then it wouldn’t matter if she were of low birth, would it?”
“…What do you mean by that?”
Clap!
Madam Emern clapped her hands once and spun sharply toward me.
“We have our clever and diligent Igraine right here!”
In that instant, I barely suppressed a scream.
‘You crazy woman!’
In my past life, she’d only pitied Aris’s situation—she never dragged me into it. What had changed?
The only difference now was that I’d shown slight defiance toward Hubert and Aris—though calling it defiance felt pathetic.
I stayed silent, only rolling my eyes.
Perhaps seeing me so helpless stirred some pity, because the viscount sighed and shook his head firmly.
“Don’t do that.”
‘What’s this? Is that status-obsessed man actually taking my side?’
“How can you possibly make Igraine a princess? She’s a former maid—her bloodline is nothing but street filth!”
…So what?
Madam Emern even looked momentarily startled, as if deeply convinced by that single remark.
‘Should I consider this fortunate or not?’
Too stunned to react, I just watched as the couple argued over me.
“She may be of humble origin, but since it’s only for appearances anyway, wouldn’t the adopted daughter of House of Count Lorenst be perfectly suitable? Or not?”
Madam Emern’s heated gaze wasn’t on me—but on Hubert.
Even Hubert looked flustered by her outrageous suggestion. So I clung to one last hope.
‘Come on. At least say something sensible.’
“Madam isn’t entirely wrong.”
My lips twisted bitterly.
Well, I should’ve known better than to place hope in him.
“Decades ago, High Priestess Isola—who saved the kingdom from severe drought by summoning rain—was just a butcher’s apprentice.”
“…….”
“She was later honored as a princess after being revered as a priestess, but in truth, the royal family had no choice but to show their gratitude given her immense popularity.”
Encouraged, Madam Emern exclaimed happily, “Then Igraine can absolutely do it too!”
The viscount gave a disbelieving laugh.
“That’s absurd.”
His narrow mind clearly couldn’t fathom a street-born girl like me becoming a princess.
Ironically, his utter dismissal of me now worked in my favor.
“What do you think, Igraine?”
Suddenly, the arrow pointed at me. I stayed silent, baffled why she’d ask my opinion.
What was there to say anyway?
‘Of course it’s absurd!’
Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Madam Emern cut in quickly.
“No need to ask. Though it’s merely an honorary title, it’s still a chance to become a royal princess—no one in their right mind would refuse. We must act before others volunteer.”
Hubert frowned.
“I already warned you—one misstep could drag our entire house into disaster.”
“But doesn’t that also mean it could greatly benefit our house if handled well?”
Despite Hubert’s unease, Madam Emern refused to back down. She genuinely believed this was the best solution—
A way to protect her beloved Aris while gaining advantage.
‘By throwing me into the imperial prince’s mouth.’
Madam Emern often made outrageous demands. Surely no one would agree this time either…
Yet strangely, father and son Lorenst—who usually shot her down with irritated glares—remained silent.
As if they were seriously considering her proposal.
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 🙂
*
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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