If You Want A Cheeky Seductress (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
It felt as if a massive boulder had just dropped onto her head. Roxiana stared, wide-eyed, at Elise’s smile visible between her fingers. That cruel smile pierced and tore into Roxiana’s pupils, branding itself deep within.
Her heart pounded as if about to burst. Every blood vessel in her body boiled over.
Wwwwoooom—
For an instant, the ground beneath the prison trembled, and though there were no windows, a faint breeze stirred. But the anomaly vanished before anyone present could even register it.
“Their bodies…?”
Roxiana asked in a hoarse voice, and Elise lowered the hand that had covered her face.
“Aren’t you curious why I did this?”
She was curious—but that wasn’t what mattered right now.
Hearing the reason why my dearest friend betrayed me and my family wouldn’t change anything. I trusted someone I shouldn’t have, and my family let in someone they shouldn’t have trusted.
Because I couldn’t read people, my family lost their lives, the royal house collapsed, and our country was stolen.
That was all there was to it—just another such incident occurring somewhere on this continent.
The problem was their bodies.
For their souls to rest peacefully in God Weden’s embrace, their corpses absolutely had to be placed in coffins engraved with the divine sigil—the ‘Adelia flower.’
If they weren’t buried or cremated in such a coffin, their souls would lose their way, drifting eternally in limbo without rest. Worse yet, their abandoned bodies might be invaded by dark magic, becoming undead—dead yet never truly dying.
Even the poorest paupers carved the ‘Adelia flower’ onto makeshift coffins from planks of wood when a loved one died.
“Please, tell me, Elise. What… what happened to my family’s bodies?”
At Roxiana’s desperate plea, Elise’s lips curled into a crooked smile. After staring down at Roxiana with an indescribable expression, she finally spoke.
“Your Highness remains as selfish and cold as ever. At a time like this, shouldn’t you be asking why your old friend did such a thing? Honestly, I can’t bear how pathetic and pitiful I feel for ever thinking someone like you was precious to me.”
Elise sniffled again and covered her eyes with a handkerchief.
Roxiana couldn’t understand. She was the one who lost her family, her country, and suffered betrayal—so why was Elise the one crying? Why blame her, the one who’d lost everything to betrayal?
“You know, Your Highness… You should never have saved me. You shouldn’t have shown me pity. You should’ve just… just left me to die alongside my family! Just left me like that!”
Elise pulled the handkerchief down. Her piercing blue eyes burned straight through Roxiana.
Roxiana couldn’t comprehend the venomous hatred in those eyes.
Distorting her fairy-like face, Elise screamed.
“You should’ve let me go, Roxiana! If you had, your family wouldn’t have been thrown into a well to die!”
In that instant, the light vanished from Roxiana’s eyes.
“Thrown… into a well…?”
“Yes, Roxiana. Your father, your mother, your brothers who adored you beyond words—and their families too—all thrown into the well! Did you really think I’d toss even a single Adelia petal to them? Since we sealed the well shut, your family won’t ever smell the scent of Adelia, not even when spring comes!”
It was a curse—a curse condemning them to eternal unrest, even after this world crumbled into dust. To believers of God Weden, there could be no more horrifying, cruel fate.
Roxiana’s eyes remained wide open, but no life lingered within them.
Not only had her family died—they were barred from the land of eternal repose. Perhaps they now wandered forever in that dark well, neither truly alive nor dead. A crushing despair shredded what little strength Roxiana had left.
Thus, she didn’t even notice the men branding her neck with the mark of a slave.
Sssssss—
Though the hot iron seared her raw flesh, she felt no pain, sitting dazed like a soulless doll.
Watching Roxiana’s broken state, Elise’s eyes flickered for a moment, wavering. She sniffled once more and crouched down before Roxiana.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Your Highness.”
Elise stroked Roxiana’s cheek, but Roxiana remained utterly still.
“I know you were always so kind to me. I know you cherished me deeply. But what can I do? What can I possibly do…?”
Elise pressed her finger firmly against Roxiana’s collarbone, freshly branded by the iron.
“I wish you’d die without ever smelling the scent of Adelia… That’s my one and only wish now…”
Roxiana’s blank eyes slowly turned toward Elise. She saw Elise smiling through tears—endless tears streaming down her face, yet her lips stretched wide in a grin.
On Elise’s lovely face, genuine sorrow and overwhelming joy coexisted. It was such a grotesque sight that Roxiana knew she’d remember it even after death.
Elise gently caressed Roxiana’s cheek and said,
“But still, Your Highness, I’ll let you live. If you find a good master, they might just place you in an Adelia coffin. Consider this my final gift to you as a friend.”
That night, Princess Roxiana, once beloved by the Kingdom of Khanta, became a slave—forced even to breathe only with her master’s permission.
Though the ill-fated princess was sold to a slaver, the people of Khanta received the devastating news that even she had died, cutting off the Franche Royal Family’s bloodline entirely.
Now a colony of Gania, the Kingdom of Khanta echoed for a long time with mournful weeping.
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Back again to Imperial Year 1577, November.
Floyd burst into laughter, watching Count Congte’s retreating figure as he fled like his tail had caught fire.
“Look at him! Doesn’t he resemble a mouse with its tail lit?”
“My lord, you’re enjoying this far too much.”
Even with Arsen’s remark, Floyd couldn’t stop laughing.
“Of course I am! That old fox from Gania still thinks he can treat me like a kitten in his lap—unless I’m a god, I’ll never let that happen!”
The smile vanished from Floyd’s lips, and his eyes blazed. Heat shimmered around his broad shoulders.
“How else am I supposed to suppress this urge to rush over and snap that woman’s neck? Don’t you feel the same?”
The heat heating the surrounding air suddenly dissipated. Floyd’s ash-gray eyes, which had burned with rage, returned to their usual gleam—but his body remained hotter than an ordinary man’s.
This flame that had followed him since childhood had once been a curse but was now called a blessing that saved both himself and others. Yet Floyd still felt it as nothing but a curse.
Irritated, Floyd tossed aside the black cloak he’d worn to meet the envoy and spun around. His subordinates hurried after him as he strode away.
“My lord, where are you headed?”
At Adrian’s question, Floyd answered heartily.
“Let’s go drink. I’m in a foul mood.”
“Sounds good. Shall I bring out that wine we imported from Houtenche?”
“No, beer. Today calls for beer!”
Adrian, who had wanted to drink expensive wine, grumbled discontentedly—but Floyd ignored him utterly, exiting the building and climbing the tower connected to the fortress wall.
From the tower atop the walls surrounding the Grand Ducal Palace, the vast ocean spread out before them. Though it was November, the breeze was merely refreshing, and the sky stretched cloudless and blue. Beneath the afternoon sun, the deep-blue sea rippled, glinting like jewels.
Since Floyd often drank here, a table and chairs were already set out. Servants quickly brought food and a large barrel of beer.
The subordinates sat on chairs, but Floyd perched himself on the round beer barrel. He downed a wooden mug—so large it was almost the size of his face—brimming with beer in one gulp, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
It was behavior utterly unbecoming of a sovereign—but his men were used to it.
“By the way, the Franche Royal Family truly met a pitiful end.”
Cain spoke first. Though his black eye patch lent him a fearsome look, his heart was gentle.
Adrian, Cain’s twin brother but his complete opposite, gave a short laugh.
“Pitiful? Royal houses fall all the time—it’s not just Khanta. Anyone who sits atop power must be prepared to fall from it.”
“But Lucas, that madman, really went too far. Killing even the children… They say among the dead was a three-year-old!”
“Well, that’s the burden of royal blood, isn’t it? How many royally born children have never faced an assassination threat in their youth?”
“Still… Ah, damn it! You’re impossible to talk to!”
Unable to counter Adrian’s sharp retort, Cain flared up. Adrian grinned and lifted Cain’s chin with his index finger.
“You mean ‘older brother,’ don’t you, little brother?”
Annoyed, Cain swatted Adrian’s hand away. Floyd watched them and chuckled softly.
Though his ash-gray eyes—like a sky filled with storm clouds—remained fixed on his men, his mind was filled with another scene.
‘The Franche Royal Family…’
He’d erased every memory from his wandering days, yet hearing about what happened in Khanta brought back fleeting images of his time at the Idel Palace.
The Idel Palace of the Franche Royal Family, where he’d briefly stayed during his travels, alone and without retainers or guards.
Though similar in scale and splendor to the Robha Palace of Gania, Idel Palace radiated a different kind of brilliance—one filled with warmth.
At Robha Palace, Floyd received only kicks, insults, and looks of contempt—but at Idel Palace, everyone treated him kindly. Though he never liked the pity he sometimes saw in their eyes.
And there, he’d seen the little platinum-haired princess—small and beautiful, shining like the moon even on a rainy day.
‘What was her name again…?’
—“Rotti!”
Right—the princes of Franche had called her ‘Rotti.’
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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how pitiful things ended,make sure to extract your revenge
our ml has fallen hard already,please save her!!!!
let her die in peace but before that avenge first her family
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The knights watched blankly as the two walked down from the platform, holding ha
Help meeeee…. this is so cute 🥰, how could Floyd shamelessly do that in front of the knights, if you look at Roxiana the princess with high self-esteem, then this is a very big progress
“What makes him treat her so well?”
Hey bit*h! Roxiana is clearly different from you! People treat her like a jewel, while you are like a corpse.
“Enough already, okay? We came here to offer congratulations—so let’s just congr
You guys are truly soulmates, Roxiana’s gentle touch can extinguish Floyd’s fire and that’s such a relief
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hhmmmm,go save her,she needs your help,just endure