I Regret The Kindness I Gave You (20 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
When Lud barely managed to shake off the effects of the sleeping draught and opened his eyes, the first things he noticed were the musty smell of dust and the bitter scent of medicinal herbs.
Noises he had never heard in the quiet mansion where Merche had abandoned him—people’s voices, random clamor—flooded his ears.
Even the blanket covering his body felt unfamiliar.
The moment his mind cleared, Lud shot up from the bed as if propelled by a spring.
“…What the hell is this now?”
It was one shock after another—none of which he’d ever experienced during his days as an arena slave.
Waking up in a place he’d never seen before made him burst into an involuntary, bitter laugh rather than anger.
“Ah… Sir, are you awake?”
A man approached upon seeing him rise—clearly dressed like a physician at first glance.
The doctor, reeking of every kind of medicine, examined Lud thoroughly and gave a bright, relieved smile.
His expression clearly showed he’d just shed a great burden of worry.
“When someone said they’d found you unconscious in the forest, I was terribly concerned—but you’ve recovered so quickly! Youth really is the best. Still, sir, please don’t go dozing off just anywhere like that again. What if some beast had carried you off?”
Though half of the doctor’s loud, chatty words washed over him unnoticed, one sentence struck Lud firmly.
Lud slowly raised an eyebrow and asked in a low voice, “…Who picked me up from the forest?”
“Oh, yes, that’s right.”
“Who exactly?”
“Huh?”
“Are you deaf? Get it the first time. Who picked me up?”
Who could possibly have dragged him—hidden away in that secret mansion whose location he didn’t even know—and dumped him in the woods?
What nonsense…
…Ah. Damn it.
Now that he thought about it, there was only one person capable of doing that: Merche Ashtad.
The only person who could pull him out of the arena, take him to the secret mansion, and then drag him out again.
“A woman brought you, right? An outrageously beautiful woman—blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, unmistakably noble-looking. Am I right?”
“Oh, no. The person who carried you here looked like an ordinary hunter.”
“…A hunter? What kind of bullshit is that? Cut the lies and speak plainly—before I rip that mouth of yours open.”
“W-Why do you keep frightening me like this…? I’ve done nothing wrong! I’ve only treated you!”
Seeing the doctor, genuinely distraught and even on the verge of tears, Lud realized the man wasn’t lying.
So someone other than Merche had brought him here in her stead… But why go to such lengths?
She’d abandoned him without a word of explanation.
Merche Ashtad. That damn woman had discarded him.
—……I’m sorry.
The whisper she left before he fell asleep—was that what she’d meant?
He felt unspeakably foul. He’d rather jump back into the arena and tear someone apart.
Clenching his fists with murderous intent, his nails dug into his palms, sending sharp pain through his skin.
“Master Warren! Y-You need to come out right away!”
At his assistant’s sudden shout, the hunched-over doctor slowly lifted his head.
The assistant’s eyes, wide with panic, tension, and a hint of fear, stared back as he panted heavily.
“What’s happened?”
“Outside… the Lupinus family’s knights have arrived…!”
Before the physician could even step out of the clinic, polished black boots stomped onto the cluttered floor.
Knights dressed in formal attire—black with deep violet embroidery—filed in, filling the narrow room.
They formed a straight line with military precision, then stepped back in unison, clearing a path for one knight who appeared to be their captain.
“What brings the knights of House Lupinus here…?”
“Family business. We request your cooperation.”
At the knight’s silent, commanding glare—ordering him to shut up and step aside—the doctor turned deathly pale and scrambled backward.
The knight paid him no mind and strode forward as if it were his right.
The sharp click of his polished heels stopped before a worn-out bed—right in front of Lud, who stood with his head tilted slightly.
For a moment, the knight studied Lud’s face in silence, then abruptly straightened his posture.
He bowed deeply with unusual deference—and all the knights behind him followed suit, lowering their heads in unison.
“Your Grace. We have come to escort you back to the family.”
No further explanation was offered. Naturally, Lud’s face twisted in fury. He snarled,
“…What the hell are you trying to pull? ‘Escort’? Explain yourself properly instead of standing there like a mute.”
The knight raised his head and gave a barely perceptible twitch at the corner of his eye.
He erased it instantly—but Lud, thoroughly sickened by such reactions, caught it clearly.
Contempt. Disgust. A cold, disdainful gaze directed at something beneath him.
Merely for speaking a single word, the knight had already judged Lud as lowly.
The smile on Lud’s lips only deepened.
“Don’t know where you’re trying to take me, but I’m not going. Not with trash like you. Not anywhere.”
“…This concerns House Lupinus. Are you not afraid of the consequences of refusal?”
“You’re already threatening me just for saying no once? Fine. I still won’t go. If you really want me to, get on your knees and beg. Say ‘please come with us’ and ‘I humbly beg your grace.’ Then maybe I’ll consider it.”
“I’ll repeat myself—this is House Lupinus’s affair. I implore you to reconsider.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? So what if it’s Lupinus?”
Ha. Look at this. At the mere question “What’s Lupinus?”, the knight’s face twisted with clear anger.
Lud let out a derisive chuckle at the knight’s eyes, now burning with hatred beyond mere disdain.
Yes. This is normal. This is exactly how these bastards should be.
Merche had simply been a strange exception.
Every noble in this world—and everyone who wasn’t a slave—despised people like him as naturally as breathing. Because he was base. Because he reeked of vulgarity wherever you looked.
Grinning unpleasantly at the knight, Lud taunted, “Well? What are you going to do about it?”
The knight ground his teeth. “I implore you… to reconsider.”
“I said no. Are those ears on your head just for show? Can’t you understand plain speech?”
“…If that is your decision, then it cannot be helped. Please accept my prior apologies.”
For what? Lud began to retort—
Thud!
Someone behind him struck his neck swiftly and silently.
Swallowing the curse he never got to spit out, Lud collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
[This is the timeline separator]Merche greeted the morning as she always did.
She washed her face with the water Karin brought, dressed under her maids’ care, and ordered ice-cold water brought in.
Her luscious golden hair, as rich as poured honey, cascaded down her back as she sat perfectly upright, not a single inch out of place.
Soon, loud footsteps approached the chaise lounge where she sat.
“Milady! There’s been a terrible incident…!”
Karin burst in without even knocking, breathless and frantic.
The maid following her halted in confusion, still holding a water glass—only for Karin to snatch it and slam it onto the table with a loud clatter.
Water sloshed over the edges from her abrupt motion, but Merche didn’t scold her. Instead, she calmly picked up the glass and took a sip.
“At the castle—a visitor arrived, and it’s…!”
“Karin.”
“W-What should we do? He looks exactly like the Head—people say he might be the Head’s son!”
“I see. I understand, Karin.”
Merche gently placed a hand on Karin’s trembling shoulders.
“Calm your breath. Relax, then tell me again.”
Holding up the glass of water with complete seriousness, Merche added without a trace of a smile,
“Would you like a drink? You seem to need it more than I do.”
“…Milady! This isn’t the time for jokes! I’m telling you—it’s real! A man who might truly be the Head’s son has come to the castle!”
“I see. That is surprising.”
“Milaaaady…!”
“Where is Lord Komeo?”
Caught off guard by the unexpected question, Karin snapped her mouth shut.
Merche gave her a faint, almost imperceptible smile and asked softly,
“Was he pleased?”
“……Pleased? He reportedly embraced the man and wept openly.”
“If Lord Komeo is that overjoyed, then this isn’t a crisis—it’s a celebration for the whole castle. Though I should instruct the maids to keep offering him water, just in case he faints from exhaustion.”
“Milady!”
Karin finally snapped, shrieking in frustration.
“Are you serious? This isn’t something you can brush off with such gentle manners! If that man demonstrates control over the wolves in front of everyone… then…!”
“Then it would mean he truly carries the Head’s blood.”
Merche turned to look at Karin, whose eyes shimmered with unshed tears, brimming with anxiety.
Karin met her gaze—deep, endless, like an unfathomable blue sea—and felt herself drowning in its stillness.
Her damp eyelashes trembled faintly.
Just as Karin swallowed hard, unconsciously tense, Merche spoke gently.
Her voice was so calm it chilled the listener to the bone.
“If I’ve been occupying someone else’s place, then it’s only right to return it to its true owner. There is no other way.”
“……”
“I know you worry for me. And for that, Karin, I’m truly grateful.”
She rose gracefully from the chaise lounge and asked Karin,
“Where is that person now?”
“…Before the Wolf Legion at the training grounds. The Head is going to test his authority.”
The training grounds—perfect. From the balcony here, she’d have a clear view.
Merche walked to the sunlit window, pushed open the glass door, and stepped onto the round balcony.
Leaning lightly against the railing at its edge, she gazed down at the vast training field spread out below.
Lud stood there.
Behind the Lupinus lord and lady standing side by side, he stood before the wolves—a tall, powerfully built man.
His black hair, twice as curly as hers, fluttered in the wind.
For a breathless moment, tension hung sharp as a blade in the silence.
Then, as the entire Wolf Legion bowed in unison like a rippling wave, Merche stopped breathing.
This was never my place. Not from the beginning. This was never mine.
At that instant of realization, as if sensing eyes on his back, Lud suddenly turned and looked straight at her.
His relentless violet eyes locked precisely onto Merche.
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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