Wearing a black eyepatch, and a thick veil covering almost near her nose, the woman, as if she had become an empress, gazed down at the capital with an expression that never ceased to love the world.
Although the inside of the imperial palace, protected by magic, was blurred, the capital was vividly clear in various places. The woman who was looking down at the place with satisfaction turned her head to the side and spoke to another person who was also gazing at the capital with an ecstatic expression.
“Your words were really true.”
Her words had a strange accent peculiar to the Hebenian mainland. The woman who spoke was none other than Greta. Greta, wearing clothing similar to a noblewoman, uncovered her eyepatch with a smile, revealing her eyes.
“I told you, Aunt. I promise the revival of Heben, the liberation of Hebenism. So become truly on my side.”
“Yes. Sorry, but at first, I was really doubtful. Well, that was because I lost contact with you after you went with my sister to the Earl of Everrium. If it weren’t for those unique eyes of yours born at the Hebenist altar, I wouldn’t have recognized you.”
Greta’s eyes, a mixture of green and blue, were the most powerful evidence of her Gypsy lineage. Greta, whose birth mother gave birth to her in hatred, alone, engraved with a strong desire and curse, wished for Greta to later destroy Everrium. The unique eyes that Greta, who inherited the strong wish and curse even to Heathcliff, concealed a secret.
“How surprised we were when we heard the news that you became the empress after that. I must have hated you at the same time. Becoming a dog faithfully following the orders of that man who robbed my mother. Well, everyone chooses their own way of life, don’t they? We continue to live like Gypsies and believe in Hebenism. In fact, should a child choose their own survival method?”
Greta’s aunt, Dolores, although her eyes were covered, took Greta’s hand and caressed it as if she could see clearly.
“Thankful for being alive, grateful for coming, and grateful for fulfilling our long-awaited wish once again.”
A faint smile appeared on Dolores’s lips. Greta didn’t miss the coldness at the end of that smile. The long-awaited wish of Hebenism, the revenge on the Solzerion Empire and Gweishion Church, which expelled them as heretics, Greta had perfectly fulfilled it. By destroying the temple and spreading the undead known as sacrifices for the research and experimentation of immortality throughout the empire.
“I was surprised. I never dreamed I’d see such a sight before I died.”
Dolores looked at the capital again. Ah, it was said that it was a comedy from afar and a tragedy up close. The current situation in Solzerion was like that.
Everyone was laughing, shouting, and seeming to enjoy themselves, but most of those flapping their wings over there were corpses, and the intelligent undead, under the rule of Hebenism, tore apart families who welcomed the reunion. They would rise again as the undead. It would take some time, but it would happen.
“Now… It’s not a distant dream for the Solzerion Empire to collapse.”
Dolores trembled with joy. Greta looked at Dolores with relief, but she couldn’t erase the desire flickering in the corner of her eyes. Dolores noticed it, but she didn’t worry about it.
“Lost desires are bound to wither away.”
Dolores turned her head again and looked at the country where her niece was plunging into the abyss. She muttered slowly.
“We finally have the opportunity to see our ancestors summoned to this land.”
“They are now heading back to Windsor Duchy from MidAndel.”
It was a formal report. However, the attitude of the person receiving the report was by no means definitive. He threw a glass towards the one making the report, making a sharp sound as it shattered into pieces.
It was Heathcliff.
He grumbled as he spoke.
“Hey, Rat King. If you’re a king, act more like one… Huh? Can’t you move faster? When the hell are you going to prepare for the marriage with Yurisien! Do you think I left you in the imperial prison to bring me such useless information and make contact with Yurisien!”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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