I'll Abandon the Fake Savior (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
She must have lost consciousness briefly after sobbing alone for a long while. When she opened her eyes again, the sun was slowly setting.
‘It’s quiet….’
What Yuricien had experienced outside had clearly caused quite a stir in society. Otherwise, Kendali and Lafine would never have allowed Yuricien to rest like this.
Sure enough, voices came from outside the attic door.
It was Kendali and her daughter deliberately expressing their irritation loud enough for Yuricien to hear.
“How much longer are you going to let her keep up that ridiculous act of false virtue, Mother? It’s unbearable to watch! Does she think she’s some tragic heroine or something?”
“It’s not that simple, Lafine. But don’t forget about that wine bar master! I heard he’s powerful enough to command the security squad independently.”
“Hmph! So what if he’s in the security squad? We have the Windsor Knights! Who cares!”
Lafine huffed in annoyance. Kendali’s voice, soothing Lafine, followed briefly.
“This matter will be handled by the Imperial Capital anyway. We just need to stay quiet for a little while.”
In the end, the one thing they’d come here to say—loud and clear—was this:
‘Don’t meddle unnecessarily.’
It was a threat and warning aimed at Yuricien, who might not even have woken up yet.
“But Mother! It’ll tarnish the Windsor name!”
Whether or not she understood Kendali’s intention, Lafine stamped her foot in frustration. To calm her down, Kendali promised to open the Windsor family vault.
At that, Lafine instantly switched to a cheerful tone, as if she’d never been upset, happily counting on her fingers what she’d buy.
Hearing this, Yuricien slowly closed her eyes.
“Haaah….”
A stifled sigh dragged on for a long time. It almost sounded as if something she’d suppressed until now was finally leaking out.
Regret was unmistakably etched onto Yuricien’s face, which had aged overnight into something dark and weary.
When facing Heathcliff, she’d made a choice she shouldn’t have.
‘Maybe it would’ve been better if I’d simply been blinded by love.’
Then, at least, she wouldn’t have felt this regret.
Yet, sadly, judging by this suffocatingly profound remorse, it seemed she hadn’t been blinded by love after all.
‘Why… did I give up on myself?’
No matter how flustered she’d been or how hard it was to think clearly—
‘That shouldn’t have happened. It was never the right way.’
Had she gone through with it, Yuricien would have nearly lost not only herself but the entire Windsor estate as well!
If she’d spent that coercive night with Heathcliff, Yuricien would have carried an indelible wound in her heart and lived her whole life plagued by scandal. Of course, she wouldn’t have married the Marquis. But that path would have handed Windsor straight over to that despicable mother-daughter pair, Kendali and Lafine.
‘I can’t go on like this… I really must find Father.’
Unlike her resolve, she didn’t even have the strength to move a finger right now. She ought to thank the wine bar master who’d helped her in that desperate moment, but even that felt too hard. Just thinking about what happened yesterday made it hard to breathe.
Helplessness crept up from her ankles, buried in the damp sheets, spreading through her whole body. To shake it off, Yuricien opened her eyes—though even that small motion felt burdensome—and carelessly turned her gaze sideways….
She saw the sun.
“….”
The sun, sinking to cast twilight over the world, blazed fiercely one last time as if scolding Yuricien, who’d lost all her strength. It was ironic. Right now, Yuricien was in a state of utter despair, having suffered something terrible at the hands of that very same sun she’d seen long ago at Chalice Lake.
Yet, as she quietly watched the setting sun, strange thoughts kept creeping into her mind.
‘That shimmering… golden thread….’
Even if the lake was perfectly clear, even if sunlight reflected off silver hair and appeared golden—
Could every single delicate strand truly have looked golden?
A question she’d never once considered since drawing her conclusion about the past now raised its head. As if sensing this, the sun slipping beyond the horizon whispered to her:
You’ve never truly met me yet.
Several days later, after the incident between Heathcliff and Yuricien had seemingly faded into nothingness, late at night just before midnight.
While everyone in the Windsor manor slept deeply, save for a few patrolling knights and servants, a pair of feet moved secretly through the estate.
A shadow, cloaked in a black hood and blending into the pitch-black night, walked silently toward the back door connected to the kitchen in the annex, as if accustomed to such tasks.
There, a woman dressed identically to the shadow stood waiting, having arrived breathless. Recognizing the figure, she whispered cheerfully in a low voice.
“Miss, over here! Phew, you made it out safely again today!”
“It’s all thanks to you, Daisy. You made it possible.”
The shadow approached Daisy and removed her hood. It was none other than Yuricien.
Her long hair, tied neatly at her waist, swayed gently as she clasped Daisy’s hands while scanning her surroundings warily.
“It’s alright, Miss. I checked again just now—no one’s around.”
Knowing what Yuricien worried about, Daisy reassured her in a confident tone. Her brown eyes, shining with kindness from beneath the black hood, looked both innocent and resolute.
“Now, hurry on your way.”
“Thank you, Daisy. I’m sorry I always have to ask you for things like this.”
Yuricien’s brows drooped as she looked at Daisy. If Kendali ever discovered Yuricien’s secret outings, not only Yuricien but even Daisy—a lowly kitchen maid—would be in grave danger.
‘She might suffer even more than I would.’
Yet Daisy never refused Yuricien’s requests. Though she may have hesitated at first, she ultimately took Yuricien’s hand—and was helping her even now.
“Don’t say that, Miss. I’m just a coward. I can’t speak up openly because I’m afraid of losing my job. You’d be right to call me a hypocrite—I even gave the mistress information about you again today….”
“No, Daisy. That information came from me, in case you were ever suspected. You’re not a coward—you’re wise and know how to take care of yourself. And that’s exactly why I asked you.”
“But….”
“Enough, Daisy. Isn’t it because you’ve been so good at appeasing Mother and Lafine that I’ve gotten this chance?”
That was precisely why Yuricien had chosen Daisy among all the household staff.
Daisy willingly helped Yuricien, yet she wasn’t blindly righteous. She took excellent care of her own interests. Because Daisy was so discerning, Yuricien could rely on her without worry.
After all, as Lafine had said, Yuricien wasn’t some foolishly kind tragic heroine.
“I’ll be back soon.”
“Yes. I’ll open the door again at the time you told me.”
“Thank you, always. I’ll repay this debt for sure.”
“Yes, I’ll trust in you, Miss. You must take me on as an official maid, alright?”
Daisy smiled playfully. Yuricien, who had nothing to her name, had told Daisy she didn’t need her full support—only agreeing to one conditional promise based on possibility:
That she’d promote Daisy from a lowly maid to an official one and help her cultivate proper refinement.
‘With a letter of recommendation stating she gained refinement as a maid in our Windsor household, she could even dream of becoming a lady-in-waiting in the Imperial Capital.’
Yuricien gave Daisy a single nod and pulled her hood back on.
‘This outing is the most important one. I’ve prepared a few contingencies, but it really must go according to the original plan.’
When she reached the back gate—where Daisy had arranged for the guard to be temporarily absent—Andersen, Jorgen’s steward, stood waiting anxiously.
“Miss, I’ve been expecting you. Come, let’s go quickly.”
“Mm. I’m counting on you.”
Yuricien took Andersen’s hand and climbed into the small carriage. As she watched her reflection in the window, the carriage soon began moving with a quiet sound.
Today, Yuricien would reclaim Jorgen.
At the same moment, in the center of the chapel where moonlight slanted sharply through the windows.
“Grant peace and comfort to all once more today. A humble being prays.”
A man finished his prayer alone.
After bowing his head briefly, he slowly rose and gazed at the laurel tree, symbol of the Gwisheon faith. His green eyes, fixed on the sacred object, were utterly devoid of emotion.
As he left the chapel, he removed the ceremonial veil from his head. Under the soft moonlight, his golden hair shone with noble brilliance, as if forged from pure gold.
The moment he stepped outside, a massive hawk swooped down as if it had been waiting. He extended his arm toward it.
“You’re back?”
“Peeek!”
Perched firmly on his forearm, the hawk extended a leg bearing a small pouch. The man took the message from the pouch and read it; only then did his green eyes regain their inner light. His eyes gleamed with interest as he touched his lips and murmured,
“So she’s finally making her move.”
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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How dare you, Kendali? How could you think of poisoning him the moment he returned? A witch? I didn’t expect that.