I'll Abandon the Fake Savior (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Meanwhile, the man who was silently staring at the spot where Yuricien’s carriage had departed didn’t pay any attention to the approaching footsteps.
“It’s done.”
The person who spoke softly was, surprisingly, the old woman who had earlier led Yuricien to Jorgen.
“I didn’t expect you to let her go just like that.”
She stood upright, as if she had never been hunched over with a cane. Despite this astonishing situation, the man remained unruffled. Rather, he spoke calmly, as if it were only natural.
“It’s not yet time.”
A deep sense of regret could be read in the man’s gaze as he said this. Even though the carriage had long disappeared beyond the mountains, its hoofbeats no longer audible, he couldn’t bring himself to leave the spot.
“When exactly is that time supposed to be? Even when Duke Windsor had the carriage accident, you said it wasn’t time. Not even when the young lady almost suffered at the hands of the second prince…”
The old woman, glancing up at the man, transformed in an instant into a woman in her forties. As she rubbed her face, even the deep wrinkles vanished. Now completely different from the old woman Yuricien had seen, she shook her head.
“The office the guild master smashed back then still hasn’t been repaired. If that’s the case, instead of sending Edward as the master, you should’ve gone yourself to rescue the young lady…”
The woman stopped speaking. She felt the cold gaze looking down at her. She quickly changed the subject.
“When you mobilized all of Copehrador to search for Duke Windsor, I thought you were going to take her father to the young lady. But that wasn’t it either.”
“Ha, I couldn’t do something so wasteful.”
The man, chuckling briefly, crossed his arms and spoke.
“Then the focus of the reunion would be on Duke Windsor, not me.”
“Yes, I figured as much. But that makes it even harder to understand.”
As the woman rolled her shoulders, a cracking sound followed. She continued speaking.
“When you bribed the villagers to spread rumors about the cabin and had me disguise as an old woman to look after Duke Windsor, I thought he was being held hostage or something.”
No, perhaps being a hostage would’ve been better, the woman muttered.
“When the young lady, trapped in the Windsor household, didn’t hear the rumors spread by the villagers about ‘the witch protecting a black-haired, red-eyed man of unknown identity,’ you even exposed the guild. The losses are no small matter.”
“I’m not unaware of that, Mitchell. But what can I do? The young lady started sniffing around for the guild.”
The man spoke as he watched fallen leaves tumble over the carriage tracks in the wind.
“Honestly, how did she even think to entrust a guild with finding someone?”
A rather pleased smile hung on the man’s lips as he said this. A deep satisfaction gleamed from the fingers tapping on his thick, crossed arms.
“Really, she’s as brilliant as ever, not changed a bit.”
But I don’t understand why such a brilliant woman can’t recognize me.
A bitter smile crossed the man’s face.
Though fifteen years had passed, Yuricien in the man’s memory hadn’t faded at all. That clever young lady had grown through many trials into a great Windsor.
“Not just a great Windsor, but a wickedly brilliant great Windsor.”
Indeed, who could’ve imagined she’d hollow out bread to use as an envelope for letters? And that’s not all. She never doubted she’d find Jorgen, no matter what guild it took, and she’d made a way to slip out secretly, evading the eyes of her stepmother and stepsister.
Some might say it’s futile to put effort into impossible tasks, but preparing for every possibility is never foolish.
“Thanks to that, she found Duke Windsor today as well.”
Take today, for instance. He knew Yuricien’s physical abilities were exceptional, but he hadn’t realized she’d reached the level of assassinating bandits.
“With such abilities, why didn’t she do anything about that fool…”
Recalling the incident at the wine bar, the man’s face twisted in a grimace. That he could remain rational and be here today felt like a miracle, so great was his anger. But who could he blame? It was all his own arrogance.
“Sigh…”
Thanks to Yuricien handling everything so well on her own today, the man ended up offering less help than he’d originally planned.
“My tongue feels bitter, truly.”
Muttering to himself, the man suddenly rummaged through his pocket. Mitchell, standing beside him, glanced over curiously but he paid no mind. What he pulled out was none other than a small candy.
The man’s head drooped as he looked down at the round candy wrapped in pretty packaging.
“I forgot to give her the candy.”
“Candy, you say?”
“Yeah. She said her mouth felt bitter. Probably not literally, but I still wanted to give it to her.”
Tch, oh well.
The man put the candy back in his pocket. He wasn’t too disappointed.
“We’ll meet again soon anyway.”
The man, who had been massaging his stiff neck, lifted his head again.
His golden hair swayed in the wind blowing from the front.
Not long after the sun rose, the Soljereon Empire was thrown into an uproar.
“Duke Windsor, who was thought to be dead, has returned?!”
“Is it a ghost? A ghost, maybe?”
“No, they say it’s really Duke Windsor! They say he was injured and couldn’t return right away!”
“And it was none other than the young lady of Windsor who found him. Truly, what a remarkable and admirable person. Even when everyone said her father must be dead, she never gave up!”
“How much she must have suffered. Oh, poor young lady!”
No one knew where the story had leaked from, but this morning, the news that Yuricien had brought Jorgen back to the ducal estate had spread across the empire.
Even though it usually took months for news of a festival in the capital to reach the provinces, this news spread in just half a day. That’s how much attention people paid to the affairs of the Windsor family.
This wasn’t just because of the return of the great Windsor, who had been missing.
“So what happens now?”
“What do you mean?”
“The political scene, of course! Wasn’t Duke Windsor the leader of the neutral faction?”
“Oh, that? Hmm, you’re right. What happens now? After Duke Windsor disappeared, didn’t most of the neutral faction shift to the empress’s side?”
“Well, they had no choice. Even if they stayed neutral out of fear of Duke Windsor, the crown prince is honestly a lost cause.”
Born of the empress and seated as the crown prince, but with both the emperor and empress gone, who would fear a crown prince with no backing?
For now, the crown prince and the empress’s faction were vying over state affairs, but most people believed the next emperor would surely be the empress’s son, the second prince, Heathcliff. But that was just a thought, not actual support or a conclusion.
Why? Because the Windsor ducal family, with power rivaling the imperial family, had yet to show a clear direction.
There was an old saying about the great Windsor:
“Windsor is the family that chooses the emperor. We’ll have to see how Windsor moves.”
There was even a saying that whoever won Windsor’s heart would become the next emperor, yet Windsor hadn’t fully supported the second prince. What did that mean?
It meant Windsor could still side with the crown prince. And if Windsor stood with the crown prince… many noble families, who had been wary of Windsor, the founding family, and benefited from their help, would surely follow.
“Windsor is the true power behind the scenes.”
The conclusion reached by those whispering among themselves was singular.
“A great storm is about to hit the political scene, which was already leaning toward the empress’s faction.”
In a political and social scene that was never calm, a storm was certain to blow through.
Whether that storm would become a typhoon or a gentle breeze remained to be seen.
At that moment, someone was in a panic.
“Mother, what do we do?! The duke has returned! Yuricien, that girl, didn’t go and tell on us, did she?”
“Shh, shush! Lafine, hush! Don’t you know you need to watch your words now?!”
It was Kendali and Lafine, who had been exploiting Yuricien for their own gain over the past three years.
This morning, when they realized Yuricien was gone, the two were furious. How dare she leave without preparing breakfast, and where had she gone? But at the same time, they felt uneasy.
They never imagined that vague unease would be because of Jorgen’s return.
“Since he’s still unwell and fell asleep as soon as he returned, they couldn’t have talked.”
“But they rode the same carriage. They could’ve talked in the carriage. And what about Andersen and Carly? Carly, was it? That strange woman was there too… What if Andersen said something?”
“No, they definitely didn’t talk. If they had, that man wouldn’t be sleeping so peacefully, would he?”
“But he completely ignored us. He must know something!”
Oh, what do we do!
No matter how much Kendali tried to calm her, it was no use. Lafine, already terrified, let out a scream that wasn’t quite a scream and ran up to her room.
Thinking that hiding in her room meant no one could kick her out of the house, she was no different from a chicken that thinks it’s hidden by covering its head.
Kendali, watching Lafine’s retreating figure, anxiously tapped her foot. Now wasn’t the time to scold Lafine’s foolishness.
“I need to act quickly.”
Before Jorgen throws us out—or worse, kills us!
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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How dare you, Kendali? How could you think of poisoning him the moment he returned? A witch? I didn’t expect that.