Hiskliff let out a self-deprecating laugh in his mind. And as he, who had closed his eyes for a moment, looked at Greta again with eyes that mixed the received green and blue colors, he spoke.
“Do you think I don’t know why you want to make me the emperor?”
“…What?”
“It’s all because of Mother’s status, right? These eyes, proving that the blood of the Heven Gypsy and the Solzereon aristocracy can never be mixed! I also understand the feeling of not wanting to be rejected anymore in this society where those two bloodlines can never be mixed. But do you really intend to make me the emperor?”
“Prince.”
“In fact, Mother didn’t want to become the emperor, did she?”
“Prince!”
“Isn’t it true that Mother killed Count Everium because she wanted to be recognized as his daughter? But why would you give up on that so easily? I’ve also thought about it. How I could kill Count Everium.”
“You haven’t repented of your orders, and you’re just thinking about such things…”
Greta seized the opportunity. Hiskliff realized that he had hit Greta’s deepest core properly.
“Initially, being recognized by Count Everium might have been the goal. But now, haven’t you developed a desire for something more than that? For example, the throne of this empire! Or how would you explain the undead and Gypsies fluttering all over the empire? Even telling me to take over a country!”
Hiskliff shouted consecutively.
“You are thinking of destroying the Solzereon Empire. You want to offer it to the Heven Gypsy who was driven out of the ancient Solzereon Empire a long time ago. You want to sit me, the scarecrow emperor, and manipulate everything to your liking! So, I and Yurisien…!”
Biting back the words that wanted to come out, Hiskliff glared at Greta contemptuously.
“Your grandfather saw through everything. So, do you really intend to make me the emperor?”
“…What?”
At that moment, Greta shouted explosively.
“What do you know! You just keep chanting Yurisien, Yurisien, Yurisien! What does that damn Windsor want so badly!”
“…!”
Hiskliff’s voice was so fresh that it seemed to falter.
“Do you know what the great Windsor is? It’s the biggest root of Solzereon, my biggest obstacle!!!”
At Greta’s outburst, Hiskliff swallowed his breath. Greta, too, widened her eyes in surprise at what I unintentionally blurted out. My true feelings came out without me realizing it. Hiskliff’s eyes simmered with calm anger.
“In that case, I should abandon Offenheid even more.”
“Hiskliff, you…!”
“Yurisien, who, even in the darkness, has not given up and sharpened his claws, even prepared to commit suicide for my sake, is more suitable for Solzereon than me, who let you twist my heart under your control.”
With those words, Hiskliff turned his body. He intended to go out and declare the abandonment of the throne and the prince’s status.
‘No.’
It was at this moment that a sound, as if something had snapped inside Greta, was heard.
Thud.
“…?”
Hiskliff, who was staggering forward, looked down at his body.
A black sword was protruding from his abdomen.
The same sword that Greta used to kill Hopeland Changbaek.
The sword that completely took away the goal of being recognized by Count Everium, who Yurisien believed and did not doubt.
“Oh, you… cough…”
Looking at Hiskliff, who spat blood while looking at Greta, she collapsed.
“Hiskliff, Hiskliff!”
Greta desperately rushed to her son and hugged him, but his eyes had already lost their vitality. The hot blood pouring out from the pierced abdomen was surreal. Greta, who saw the red liquid staining her hands, screamed as if she were about to faint.
“Oh, no… noooo!!!”
What have I done!
Sitting in the middle of a puddle of blood, the woman who tore her hair with the hands that killed her son and pulled down her face looked truly insane.
Twitch!
Yurisien shuddered involuntarily.
“Hmm? What’s wrong, feeling cold?”
Benjamin, who was sitting across the table and drinking tea, asked.
“Just a moment… I felt a chill…”
“Should I get another shawl?”
Yurisien shook her head.
“No, maybe it’s just a mood swing.”
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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