I Will Live for Your Death (20 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
The appearance of the Licas Mercenary Company was utterly out of place in the lively festival.
Bright flower petals and bits of paper fluttered through the air, clinging to the men’s dark clothing—as if they could melt naturally into the shadows at any moment.
Strangers passing by cast curious glances, some even turning their heads to steal another look at the unfamiliar men.
Though ordinary folk wouldn’t notice, a few concealed weapons were hidden discreetly beneath their clothes. This was certainly no outfit meant for celebrating a festival.
Among them was Eddie, who had previously come to the capital with Rivel. He cheerfully scanned the bustling streets with an animated expression.
“Wow, southern festivals really are different. So vibrant and full of joy! After being stuck with gloomy men all the time, coming out here feels like finally getting to breathe.”
“Eddie, you brat—what’s with that complaint about our mercenary company’s atmosphere?”
“Well, can’t I say something nice for once? That’s just unfair. Your eyes keep drifting over to those ladies—I saw everything. I’ll definitely tell your wife later…”
“Someone shut Eddie up already.”
“…Eddie. Be quiet.”
“Ruth, you’re enjoying yourself too! It’s probably your first time in such a grand capital—go ahead and enjoy yourself until our mission starts.”
“Look who’s talking—he’s only been here once before and acts like he knows the place inside out. Ruth, don’t you ever end up like Eddie.”
All the men, except Rivel, were swept up in the cheerful mood. Just as they were about to get carried away by the rare festive atmosphere, Rivel spoke up.
“We’re here to work. Everyone, snap out of it.”
“Yes, sir—we know.”
“But Captain, is that really all there is to this mission?”
“Yes.”
“It’s such a mysterious request. I’ve never heard of being told deliberately to cause an appropriate commotion.”
“Do you think there’s something more behind this request, Captain?”
“…Roughly.”
“Really? What is it? Let us in on it too.”
“It’s a secret.”
Ugh. The three men’s enthusiasm instantly deflated. Eddie, trying to regain his composure from the disappointment, grumbled with a sigh.
“You’re still as full of secrets as ever. Why don’t you just be straightforward for once?”
“Eddie, that’s exactly what makes our captain so charming. Teasing us like that, making us curious—it’s why we follow him so devotedly.”
“Captain Rivel, Lailo’s badmouthing you.”
“Hey, you idiot! How’s that badmouthing?”
Indeed, the balance was perfect—two were endlessly chatty, while the other two remained stubbornly silent.
Maintaining a middle ground between silence and chatter, the group blended naturally into the crowd. Every step they took drew the eyes of those gathered in the square.
“Judging by their attire, they must be mercenaries. They’re probably lurking around, hoping to secure some war contract.”
“Honestly, all they care about is money…”
“Be quiet—they’ll hear you.”
Sometimes, words meant not to be heard pierce like daggers anyway.
Eddie glanced around at the onlookers. Their silent stares stung deeper than outright hostility.
“It was like this last time too…”
“You’ve only experienced it once or twice? Just ignore them. Everyone’s caught up in the festival—if you wait an hour, they’ll forget all about us.”
Lailo patted Eddie’s shoulder a few times, trying to reassure him with a gentle pat.
Rivel walked quietly toward his destination. All along the way, festive music played without pause.
**
The Clover Tavern was the busiest among all the nearby shops.
Not only was it where the most stories were exchanged, but its long history also set it apart from others.
The bell hanging on the door had been passed down since the tavern first opened. Whenever the innkeeper recounted its history, his voice filled with pride.
Right now, that same bell rang incessantly, thanks to the flood of customers—fulfilling its role perfectly.
“Welcome… Wait, why are you here again?”
“Oh, come on, Innkeeper—your mouth’s already smiling.”
“When did I ever smile!”
“Be honest—it’s nice, isn’t it? You must’ve thought to yourself, ‘Alan’s here, so today’s sales will double!’”
With that playful boast, Alan squeezed his way near the bar and sat down. Sarah, one of the servers, beamed and hurried over to him.
“Alan, it’s been so long! How about a beer to start?”
“Anything you pour is welcome.”
“You really are impossible to handle.”
At Alan’s arrival, the women inside the tavern let out excited squeals and quickly gathered around him.
The Clover Tavern was packed with soldiers of the Empire and mercenaries celebrating the festival. Occasionally, mercenaries with connections to officers would exchange information or subtly drop hints about favors they hoped to receive.
The main topic among the mercenaries was, “Who’s going to secure a direct contract with the Imperial Household?”
Most had managed only a single contract and failed to secure anything further—because they hadn’t caught the Emperor’s eye.
But merely having contracted with the Imperial Household once instantly elevated a mercenary company’s status. Thus, mercenaries tried their best to maintain good relations with Imperial soldiers.
The only ones sitting quietly, doing nothing, were the members of the Licas Mercenary Company.
“Don’t those guys have any pride?”
Eddie clicked his tongue after witnessing a fellow mercenary discreetly slipping a bribe to an Imperial officer. A true mercenary should build reputation through skill—not underhanded payments.
“Sometimes, not everything can be settled by skill alone.”
Lailo clapped Eddie on the back with a bitter smile. As a senior member of the Licas Mercenary Company, he was adept at calming the younger recruits—but situations like this still left a sour taste in his mouth.
Rivel quietly adjusted his hood and waited for the crowd to grow even more intoxicated and incoherent.
Drunk people inevitably lost their judgment and self-control. It was the perfect setting for chaos to erupt—and Rivel was waiting for just that moment.
When spilled alcohol began to emit a sharp, sticky stench across the floor, a man, carried away by excitement, climbed onto a table and started playing the violin.
The tavern’s patrons clapped along, cheered, and some even paired off to dance. The clatter of shoes filled every corner of the Clover Tavern.
The noise grew so loud that even the bell above the door was drowned out.
Ilyd and Lynette, about to step inside, paused briefly at the sight. The innkeeper noticed the two women entering and gestured for them to come in.
Most patrons were already quite drunk and paid little attention to newcomers.
Still, caution never hurt. Lynette pulled Ilyd’s hat down a bit further and whispered softly,
“Your Imperial Majesty, shall we go somewhere else instead?”
“No. It’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed such an atmosphere—and it’s rather nice.”
In fact, Ilyd seemed even more excited. Lynette was gently led by Ilyd into the tavern.
After slipping through the crowd, they reached the bar. Alan, lounging against the counter, glanced briefly at the two hat-wearing figures but quickly turned his attention back to the women swarming around him.
“Hello. Two beers, please.”
“…They probably won’t suit your refined palate, my lady.”
“I’ve tasted them before. That memory is exactly why I came—don’t worry.”
Unable to ignore the woman’s bearing, the innkeeper glanced at Ilyd and seemed to realize something.
Lynette tensed and quietly gripped Ilyd’s arm, ready to whisk the Empress away at a moment’s notice.
“Here you go.”
Yet the innkeeper merely placed two beers on the counter with his usual indifferent expression.
It was unclear whether he pretended not to know or truly hadn’t noticed—but either way, they were grateful.
“Whew… I was so scared we’d been found out.”
“You seem even more nervous than I am.”
“Of course! If I mishandle Your Imperial Majesty even slightly, I won’t be able to close my eyes even in death.”
“…Don’t talk about dying. And here, I’d prefer if you didn’t use titles. Why don’t we just call each other by name, like we used to?”
“I’d rather you cut my salary.”
“Then… how about ‘miss’?”
“That’s perfect. Understood, miss.”
It truly felt like stepping back into the old days—the thrilling sensation of experiencing a festival for the first time.
Memories of holding Lynette’s hand, wandering through the streets, and stumbling into a commotion in an alleyway while sneaking out to enjoy the festivities—faint but vivid—rose to the surface.
“You miss it, don’t you?”
“…I can’t say I don’t.”
She took a sip of the strong beer, the memory sweet though the lingering taste was bitter, even slightly astringent.
Yet as Ilyd gazed at the boisterous crowd, her expression was brighter than ever.
“If only your mood could lift, even just a little…”
Before Lynette could finish her sentence, a loud commotion erupted through the tavern.
The sound of shattering glass followed by a woman’s sharp cry cut through the air. The music abruptly stopped, and all eyes turned toward the source of the disturbance.
“Why so much talking when I tell you to sit beside me and pour my drink? Just do as you’re told!”
“Please let go of my wrist and speak properly. I’m a staff member here—not your personal servant.”
“Do you even know who I am?”
Of course she did. Ilyd’s brow furrowed instinctively. Judging by the man’s uniform and the distinctive metal insignia, he was an officer of the Imperial Guard.
She quickly scanned the surroundings.
Most mercenaries muttered among themselves but avoided the officers’ rowdiness—they knew it was foolish to risk drawing the ire of the Imperial Household or the nobility.
Only one group of men watched the guards’ disgraceful behavior intently. Ilyd’s eyes narrowed as she looked at them.
‘So it’s them.’
Ilyd was certain these mercenaries had seized the opportunity. Even if danger arose, they would handle it—they had accepted the commission, after all.
Yet she couldn’t simply ignore the guards’ shameful conduct.
The Imperial Guard were meant to closely serve and protect the Emperor. Though supposedly chosen from the Empire’s finest, their current state was anything but impressive.
What kind of lunatic, dressed in full uniform, would get drunk and harass the Empire’s citizens?
“Someone’s really letting the alcohol drink them. What a disgrace.”
Lailo sneered and glanced toward where Rivel sat. Having worked alongside Rivel for years, he could guess the young captain’s intentions just from a look.
‘If he steps in now, the Empire will mark him instantly… But he must have his reasons.’
As always, Lailo chose to trust Rivel. Quietly, he readied his weapon in case he needed to spring into action.
Rivel quickly assessed the situation. It was the perfect moment to begin their mission. Numerous witnesses meant plenty of ears, eyes, and tongues—ensuring news would spread rapidly.
Moreover, their opponents were the Emperor’s own guards—the ideal targets to draw attention through deliberate chaos.
And the officers were egregiously rude—grabbing the server’s wrist and shouting demands to pour drinks. That alone was reason enough to intervene.
At Rivel’s silent signal, every member of the company exchanged determined glances. Just as they rose to confront the guards—
“How utterly rude.”
A strong voice rang out from near the bar. Every patron’s gaze snapped toward its source.
Beneath her hat, Ilyd’s deep, clear eyes shone fiercely. Lynette nervously glanced between the Imperial Guard officer and Ilyd.
Before Lynette could stop her, Ilyd strode firmly toward the table where the guards had gathered.
That unforgettable, familiar voice echoed in Rivel’s ears. He froze momentarily, captivated as he watched her. With every step she took, a familiar scent drifted toward him.
It was the same gentle, nostalgic fragrance he’d encountered long ago in his past.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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