“Him? Oh, there haven’t been any signs of injuries since then. If he receives treatment somewhere, I wouldn’t know, but at least outwardly, he seems fine.”
“By any chance, do you want to know why the Viscount was so angry that time?”
In response to Louise’s question, Ermedelin searched her bosom and showed a white handkerchief.
“It’s because of this. I heard it’s a handkerchief directly embroidered by the Viscountess. I borrowed it from the Viscount and was planning to return it when I had the chance. But unfortunately, the handkerchief fell in front of Marquis Batisian at that moment…”
“He got angry just by seeing a handkerchief?”
“Yes. As soon as he saw the handkerchief, he raised his hand and struck the Viscount…”
Just thinking about it, Ermedelin, who still harbored lingering resentment, bit the edge of her handkerchief fiercely, clenching her teeth.
“Your Majesty. Do you know how Viscount Pellio’s mother, or rather, the Viscountess, died?”
“?”
“She died from a curse. It’s a powerful curse magic that can only be used by the House of Fransoir, and it is absolutely impossible for anyone else to use. Externally, it was announced that she died from an illness, as there was no conclusive evidence.”
Upon hearing Louise’s words, Ermedelin, who had known that Batisian’s wife had died a long time ago, had never seriously thought about the reason for her death.
“Even so, those close to her would know to some extent.”
“I suppose.”
Ermedelin now understood why Felio had been so bold when they first met, just about the impudence of a child.
“If Her Majesty carries the belongings of the deceased, it would have angered him. Although it would not be a reason to hit the son out of the blue.”
“I would have felt less uncomfortable if I had been the one to receive the blow.”
“Well, Your Majesty might think so, but even if Marquis Batisian is angry, he won’t do anything to provoke the Emperor’s feelings.”
“That’s true.”
In fact, when Ermedelin realized that the violence aimed at her was directed at the seemingly insignificant Felio, her heart became even heavier.
“I don’t actually know the relationship. My husband died, and a few weeks later, even a close friend died, so that time was just a terrible pain for me.”
“Only Her Majesty, the Empress, would know the truth. However, the recent appearance of Her Majesty doesn’t seem to have any connection with the deaths of the two individuals.”
If it were her current self, she would be clearly innocent, but there is no way to know what curse the previous owner of this body placed on someone.
Ermedelin, to conceal her uncertain voice, expressed gratitude in a small voice.
“Thank you for saying so.”
“Pellio Gongja would probably share the same thoughts as me. So, despite knowing what the Duke dislikes, he will continue to help Her Majesty.”
A sudden recollection of their first meeting.
Certainly, Pellio explicitly stated that if he destroys the Pringshuar estate, it would help in toppling the Empress. He didn’t hide his enmity but revealed it openly.
‘Is that so? Has his opinion about me really changed within a few months, and now he is helping me? Or could there be another hidden agenda?’
Pellio, who had experienced it firsthand, wasn’t the type to hide a sinister plan and act with deception.
If he still harbored resentment towards Ermedelin due to his mother’s death, it would have been better to leave him alone and let the curse of Marquis Fransoir succeed during the orphanage inauguration ceremony.
But even so, despite that, an unpleasant feeling lingered in a corner of her heart.
“I want to believe in Pellio too. He is the person I rely on the most here.”
Not long after, the Investiture ceremony began.
Valier had appeared in the Investiture chamber with a more composed demeanor than expected, indicating some level of recovery. Her seat was arranged slightly below the Emperor and Empress, yet all attention focused on her.
Considering she had recently directly caused a person’s death, Valier’s attitude remained remarkably calm. With her chin slightly lifted, she scrutinized the gathered nobles below.
Most nobles, who were indifferent to the deaths of commoners, knelt before the Emperor and Empress one by one, offering their tributes. Henri and Ermedelin received the greetings, but Valier’s name was written as the recipient on most of the tributes.
Many nobles seemed to have put considerable effort into not disturbing the sentiments of the government that held the successor to the throne. Ermedelin, though seated beside Henri, was well aware that she was there merely as a decorative doll.
Ignoring the nobles’ words and driven by the hope of finding Pellio, Ermedelin scanned the Investiture chamber familiarly with her silver eyes.
“It is a tribute presented before Her Majesty, the Empress.”
“Hmm?”
While earnestly searching for Pellio, Ermedelin was suddenly addressed by the chamberlain. She looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“This tribute is presented before Her Majesty, the Empress. It seems to be a congratulatory gift for becoming a Duchess.”
“Me? Was it sent to me?”
“Yes.”
Though incredulous, Ermedelin received a small box, feeling a slightly weighty sensation. Following the principle of immediately opening tributes, she found a splendid yet elegant brooch inside.
“Who sent this tribute?”
“It was sent anonymously.”
“Is that so?”
Ermedelin, with a subtle smile on her lips, hurriedly surveyed the Investiture chamber, hoping to find Pellio. After a moment, her eyes met Pellio’s gaze, who was leaning against the back wall, observing her.
Ermedelin greeted him with a bright smile, and Pellio responded with a warm smile. Despite only showing their eyes due to the masks, the silver eyes seemed transparent, leaving no trace or opacity. Ermedelin was confident that this brooch was a gift from him.
‘Here, having received so much resentment, I have unwittingly grown more suspicious. To doubt Gongja’s sincerity even for a moment.’
The two exchanged glances for just a brief moment. Most people wouldn’t even recognize that their eyes met. However, in that fleeting gaze, the uncomfortable agitation turned into a fuzzy excitement.
Ermedelin willingly took out the brooch and placed it on her shoulder. Now, without hesitation, she could quickly identify the bluish color that shared the same depth on her shoulders.
Everyone’s attention soon returned to Valier, but in the midst of it, only two pairs of eyes diligently moved, trying to decipher the meaning of the exchanged glances between Ermedelin and Pellio.
One pair, serenely calm like a lake, with deep blue eyes that couldn’t be grasped,
The other, immediately ready to overflow with passion, filled with golden eyes that seemed to boil at any moment.
The two pairs of eyes busily worked to understand the meaning of the exchanged glances between Ermedelin and Pellio.
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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