I Regret The Kindness I Gave You - Chapter 67
Magnus gave a refreshing look at the vulgar man whose every muscle was tense from not being able to pour out all kinds of harsh curses, and the man of humble birth who was once looked up to endlessly.
Towards them, he willingly waved his hand in farewell.
“Then, until our next meeting, goodbye.”
[This is the timeline separator]It took a few more minutes for the constraint Magnus had set to completely disappear.
In the meantime, the sea, which seemed to have been stained black by Leviathan’s body, made a thunderous sound and doubled its water level.
“…Don’t even think about jumping in.”
“Who are you to say that?”
“That’s Leviathan. The mythical monster that guards the primordial sea, Leviathan. …Even you will die.”
Spitting rudely, Rude slowly stretched his joints and took off his clothes piece by piece.
“Mythical monster or whatever, I’ve already killed one.”
“Leviathan! That’s different from the Basilisk! It’s incomparably stronger…!”
“But. Well, so what?”
“…You.”
“Are you asking if I’m crazy?”
His expression as he turned his gaze away was indifferent.
It was as nonchalant as watching the morning sun rise or water flowing from top to bottom.
Frightened by it unknowingly, Diego held his breath prematurely.
“I’m crazy. I’ve been crazy for a long time. You wouldn’t understand, but I’ll die without her.”
Whether I die attacking that monster, or die following Merche’s death, what’s the difference?
He threw out a question, not knowing who he was asking, and took off his last piece of clothing.
If I take off my pants too, our noble lady Merche will say I’m being improper again, so I should politely take off only the top.
The preparation with his own calculation was finished.
“Hey, you sneaky bastard.”
“……”
“Why did you tag along?”
The subject was omitted, but it could be understood quickly. Diego lowered his eyes and avoided Rude’s gaze.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“…What?”
“She’s mine. If you want to cheat, be prepared to have your eyeballs gouged out. Got it?”
“…Are you not afraid of water? Can you even fight Leviathan in that state?”
“Ha… You heard that again? You have good ears, indeed.”
Rude gestured for Pegasus to come, kicked the ground, and mounted it. He no longer looked at Diego, who was glaring at him.
“Get lost.”
That was the end. And Rude took off.
[This is the timeline separator]It’s distant. Painful and distressing.
Although she knew something was grasping and lifting her entire body, she couldn’t move a muscle.
Like a powerless leaf fluttering in the wind, the helpless Merche was lifted up, wrapped in Leviathan’s wings with her eyes closed.
Once again, as it had always been, what awakened her dull mind was a rough voice scratching her throat.
“Merche!”
Rude.
Her closed eyelids rolled up. Merche saw it.
The scene of that fearless man unhesitatingly charging at the violent and gigantic monster that would turn him into a speck of dust.
Of course, he failed and fell into the sea.
Splash, the sound of a man who fears water sinking into the water.
The man who avoided even bathing because he disliked water. The man who gasped for breath just from being in a lake for a short time.
The moment she saw that, she threw off the pain that was suppressing her reason, and put strength into her limp body. It was nothing but instinct.
“Stop.”
She grasped the feeble and miserable power that was dripping down and desperately scraped it together.
Only a faded sound came out of her submerged throat.
However, at that shabby word, Leviathan flinched.
For the first time, Leviathan stopped moving wildly and looked at her.
Its hazy eyes rolled as if judging and weighing something. As if discerning.
It’s not enough. This won’t do.
Both Merche and Leviathan realized the same fact. It’s insufficient. This level of dominance cannot make Leviathan submit.
The eyes of a human and a monster, divided by joy and sorrow, were tainted with contrasting emotions.
For Merche, it was despair, and for Leviathan, it was delight.
“…Stop.”
At Merche’s last command that she scraped together, for a brief moment, Leviathan froze again. In that time, Merche escaped from its wings and threw herself into the sea.
Further away. Just a little further.
Ah, finally. She caught him at a precarious moment.
She tightly embraced Rude’s large body, which had already lost consciousness and was floating on the surface of the water.
You’re the only one for me. Even in my final moments.
A gentle smile flowed. Yes. He had been trying not to leave her and was so obsessed, and now he was with her even at the moment of death.
Even stretching out both arms to embrace him, his body couldn’t fit entirely in her arms, but she hugged and hugged him with all her might.
Seeing Leviathan coming towards her, freed from the command, Merche closed her eyes.
[It’s not time yet. The child has the qualifications.] [I know. She hasn’t found the remaining one. Still, it’s a shame to take her now.] [Let’s make this the last chance. Send the child back.]Was it an auditory hallucination? She heard a familiar yet mysterious voice conversing with the roaring Leviathan.
The faint voice gently admonished Leviathan as if dealing with a young child.
Then, with a suppressed roar, Leviathan’s form moved away.
Finally, the sea was calm.
In the midst of no noise, no monsters, nothing to interfere. Beneath her fading consciousness, a voice slowly spread.
[Until you regain all the power of the land, never return to this place.]This is the last time.
As the voice dispersed, Merche’s consciousness was cut off.
[This is the timeline separator]“…Rude.”
The first thing she searched for upon waking up was the name of the man who had been with her.
Her cheeks were damp. Rough, but not painful.
Slowly lifting her head in a dizzy sensation, she saw the rushing waves and the countless grains of sand on which she was lying.
The man was a couple of steps away.
His vast back, torn and wounded in places, and his thick chest, heaving with breath.
Still feeling dizzy, she carefully raised her upper body and then her lower body, not rushing.
The feeling of stepping on the dense sandy beach was pleasant.
“Grrr!”
“Shakar…!”
She embraced the familiar black wolf form running towards her. Shakar made a puppy-like sound and rubbed its face against her wildly.
“…Is the competition over? Has it ended?”
The sky was still in the midst of spreading a reddish hue. Asking with a small hope, Shakar shook its head.
“Ah…”
The competition wasn’t over yet. Merche sighed in relief.
Then suddenly, her gaze fell far away. To where the sorrowful eyes of another divine beast were earnestly gazing at her.
“…Shakar. Will you stay by Rude’s side?”
I have somewhere I need to go.
Shakar watched its master’s back as she lightly walked away. The master mounted the Pegasus that was waiting as if expecting her.
“This place is…”
The place where the Pegasus stopped after running for a while was a sea of coral.
Waiting patiently until Merche set foot on the ground, the Pegasus pointed to one side with its head.
It was the sea. Another sea, similar to the primordial sea where she had been terribly tormented until she lost consciousness.
Why did it bring me here? Why is it pointing to the sea?
Pondering, Merche suddenly recalled the most important rule of the competition.
Seize all the flags of the opposing faction.
“Is there a flag in that sea?”
The Pegasus immediately raised its head high and stomped its feet. It was clearly a gesture of affirmation.
“They used a Kelpie to put a flag in the sea…”
In the competition, both divine beasts and authority can be used without restriction.
The fact that one of the opposing faction’s flags is in the sea can only be explained by the Kelpie taking Fondo’s flag and entering the sea.
…Is it also possible to read the presence of divine beasts with authority? Merche pondered.
But there was no time to ponder for long.
The Pegasus was strangely groaning and roughly scratching the sand with its hooves. Smoke seemed to be puffing out of its nostrils, and a small, bright yellow lightning-like thing sparked with a crackle.
There’s no time. It seemed to say so.
“Alright. I don’t know if it will work, but I’ll give it a try.”
After stroking the mane of the snorting Pegasus, she looked at the vastly spread sea. Just as she had done to the Basilisk, and just as she had done to Leviathan a little while ago, she grasped the feeling with a strong sense of command.
“…!”
It worked. Merche sensed it intuitively.
A spider web-like form of lines was visible. Lines made up of numerous connected points.
One of those points was also on the Pegasus standing beside her, and there were several in the sea she was looking at.
Once again, she took a calm breath and commanded again.
“Bring the flag.”
A single point. Exactly one of the points submerged in the sea thrashed violently like a fish caught in a net.
That must be it. She could feel it without looking. That point was a divine beast strongly connected to someone.
The line that was already connected was severed, and a new line was connected.
A line connecting Merche and the divine beast, following which the divine beast was running towards her. Merche urged the divine beast’s steps a little more, as if making a gesture.
Splash!
The Kelpie leaping out of the water revealed itself.
In its mouth, something that looked like a flag was held. The Kelpie approached her without hesitation.
Thud, the flag was placed at her feet. Merche bent her waist and grasped the fallen flag in her hand.
“…Fondo.”
The coat of arms depicting waves enveloping a sleek sword. Since the Kelpie was holding it, it was naturally Fondo’s flag.
The Kelpie remained still with its head lowered.
Feeling somewhat apologetic at its completely submissive demeanor, she stroked its mane as she had done to the Pegasus.
It had been in the water all along, but there wasn’t a single drop of water on it, just soft and fluffy, tickling her fingers.
“I’m sorry. Tell your master after the competition is over. It’s not your fault, but because of me, you disobeyed orders.”
Seeing its evident discouraged appearance, she wanted to comfort it a little more, but the Pegasus’s urging was becoming increasingly severe, making it difficult to ignore any longer.
Wolves and snakes didn’t seem to have such strong self-assertion.
Do divine beasts have different personalities? With such absentminded thoughts, she mounted the Pegasus.
“Let’s go. Take me to where I’m needed.”
The hooves that had scorched the surrounding sand grains black immediately kicked the ground, and the body sliced through the wind.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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