“Yes, everyone says they are suffering because of this epidemic…….”
The Countess trailed off, glancing at Ermedillin.
It was just yesterday that she had heard the story of Princess Velia.
The epidemic started among the poor but soon reached the nobles, even causing the death of Count Heidern’s heir.
The amount meant something like this:
‘You made me lose my family because of the epidemic you caused, will you pay for it?’
Knowing that she was inside the body of a villain, facing people’s hatred headon was still uncomfortable.
She felt envious of Yerim, who had incarnated as the heroine.
As Ermedillin bit her lip with a disheartened look, Pellio, who had been casually examining the budget, threw in a thoughtless comment.
“But the people’s reaction seems pretty good. It seems thanks to the story of a baby who survived thanks to Her Majesty, the Empress.”
“Is that so?”
A welcome sound amidst listening.
Of course, she did not expect a reward for her actions, but receiving unexpected gratitude was still a happy thing.
“Though the public opinion seems to think of it more like a magical experiment.”
“Ah…….”
But the joy didn’t last long. That despicable man had to add one more thing.
“So what do you plan to do?”
“What?”
At the Countess of Elion’s question, Ermedillin’s brows furrowed slightly.
She was afraid of what nauseating sound would come from the lady’s mouth next.
“I mean, the funeral of the heir of the Count of Illenian.”
“Ah, it’s tomorrow…….”
The face of Princess Velia, looking at her with eyes filled with clear, profound hatred, surfaced.
“Will you just send a condolence fee? Or will you attend in person…….”
“I have to attend in person. The heir was 12 years old, right?”
“Yes, he just turned 12 two months ago.”
“To attend the funeral and personally…….”
Thinking of the small coffin where the child would lie, Ermedillin suddenly felt choked up.
Perhaps it was because of the memory of losing her siblings in the orphanage, but Ermedillin was particularly weak to the death of young children.
That’s why, rather than regretting her life’s extinguishing, she died regretting that she could not save the child in front of her.
“Um, I plan to lay the flowers with my own hands.”
As she barely steadied her voice and finished speaking, she felt the gaze of two pairs of eyes looking at her with blank expressions.
Ermedillin quickly realized what the two were thinking.
“They must think I’m some incarnation of evil, but I’m not that bad. I just don’t want to live as a witch anymore since I don’t have to force money out of the Duke.”
“I see.”
While the Countess managed a forced smile, Pellio showed no reaction at all.
It’s like a dog barking somewhere.
‘Well, I would feel the same. Who would believe the words of a serial killer saying, “I’m good now!”? They would naturally think there’s another trick.’
It’s depressing, but there’s no time to be buried in emotions.
Leaving the palace without being on fire requires at least minimal image management.
Having money is good.
Dressed in a neat but elegant, newly tailored dress, on the way to attend the funeral of the Count of Illenian.
Carrying a gift to express condolences.
As the people gathered in threes and fives at the funeral of the Count’s house parted to either side as Ermedillin appeared.
Most people still believe she caused the capital’s epidemic.
‘How dare you come here after killing him?’
‘She’s brave to be so shameless.’
‘Could it really not be the Empress who spread the epidemic?’
Ermedillin tried to walk through the fiercely tangled silent scorn and suspicion as calmly as possible, but even the finest fabric couldn’t block all the arrows of emotion piercing her skin.
She barely moved her feet and went to the open coffin, where a boy lay quietly with his hands folded, his face much thinner but full of mischief.
There was no vitality, but the peaceful appearance seemed as if he were sleeping.
Looking at his chubby cheeks and robust lips, it seemed the boy had been quite the troublemaker in his lifetime.
He must have run freely through this vast and splendid Count’s mansion with his small body.
Ermedillin, who was sure of the real culprit, felt her heart sinking deeper into the abyss.
Trying to keep her composure and bid farewell with a respectful attitude towards the family, at that moment,
Ermedillin felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.
‘What?’
Looking down at the sudden pain, she saw a small boy holding a sharp dagger.
The blood on the dagger must have been her own.
The black dress did not show any signs at a glance.
She took off her gloves and touched the painful spot, and only then did she see the red blood spurting out.
“Aaaah!”
Along with someone’s tearing scream, the funeral turned into chaos.
Everyone was confused, and Ermedillin managed to find Princess Biella.
Among everyone’s blanching faces, she found her, with her unshaken, cold eyes, glaring at her.
A fleeting moment passed, and people began to crowd around Ermedillin.
“Empress Your Majesty!”
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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