I'm Terminal Anyway, No Regrets (17 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 14
Liam looked once again at Ormia Beltoar before him.
With scratches on her nails, torn lace at her sleeves, and hair still tangled despite having tried to tidy it, Ormia sat before him with an expression that clearly said she didn’t care what happened to herself.
She remained calm, fully aware of what she had nearly endured.
‘This person is the so-called quiet princess with no presence?’
The report had described her terribly—as some incompetent spy.
From the moment she approached him, she’d shown him her Blessing and heard his plan, yet she was utterly unlike Princess Leticia of the royal family.
Under the pretense of an invitation, he’d gone to the Olan estate accompanied by the Royal Envoy.
He arrived precisely at the date and time Ormia had specified. Although the butler told him to wait, a commotion erupted from the study.
His suspicion that Ormia might be involved proved sadly accurate—but when he actually witnessed the scene, his body moved before his mind could catch up.
Two women were beating Ormia.
An older lady held a sharp bouquet of roses, attempting to strike Ormia, while the woman beside her clutched a vase.
In that chaotic moment, Ormia remained composed.
She had provoked the viscountess to steer the situation in her favor, orchestrating events as if the assault weren’t her first. And indeed, it turned out there had been previous attacks.
The Royal Envoy was horrified by Ormia’s demeanor—her eyes cast down as though afraid of the husband before her, yet answering meekly.
‘This woman truly doesn’t care what happens to her.’
Such indifference couldn’t be calculated.
One had to grow so weary from enduring it all that they became numb and powerless.
Liam had watched his younger sister suffer through pain, so Ormia’s expression felt all too familiar to him.
It was the look of someone who simply didn’t care what became of themselves.
‘Yet she came to me first, saying she wanted to leave Glisia.’
“Is this situation really insufficient? Should your arm have broken instead?”
At those words, his patience snapped.
She was the jewel he’d finally found—undiscovered by anyone else. Ormia, who wished to conceal her power and escape Glisia, was his only salvation.
He’d just found the one person who could save his sister, yet she didn’t seem to value herself at all.
“Your body no longer belongs solely to you. So never again put yourself in harm’s way like this.”
Ormia simply looked at him calmly, as if she understood.
When they arrived at the royal palace, he escorted her from the carriage and whispered,
“Don’t do anything from now on. I’ll take action myself.”
Ormia met his gaze briefly before entering the palace.
Her indifference—caring only about the outcome, no matter what transpired—struck Liam deeply.
This woman wouldn’t protect herself.
‘I’ll have to move quickly before she gets hurt even more.’
Ormia needed to stay unharmed if his sister was to be saved.
[This is the timeline separator]On the surface, the royal court appeared calm—but underneath, chaos reigned.
The mere fact that nobles had struck a daughter-in-law would’ve caused an uproar, yet this daughter-in-law was royalty. Even if unrecognized, the crime itself was scandalous:
Assault on a royal.
How dare they strike royalty?
How dare they strike divine blood?
The King summoned me the very day he returned after receiving the Royal Envoy’s report.
He was utterly furious and, despite my presence, remained silent for a long while.
During that silence, the three princes rushed in, and Leticia arrived with the Queen, turning it into a family meeting.
Though the victim, I was treated as the guilty one and sat in the lowest seat.
“To think the royal authority has fallen this low! Ormia! How could you have conducted yourself so poorly that the Olans dared commit such an act without fear of the Crown?”
Allian Beltoar, the second prince, always raised his voice first whenever trouble arose.
As the second son, he sought to assert his presence just as strongly as the heir.
“You married thinking you’d live quietly, yet you still can’t cure that sickness of craving attention!”
“Sigh… I thought once you left the palace, you’d become irrelevant. Yet here you are, disgracing the royal family again.”
Noier Beltoar, the third prince, possessed scholarly intelligence but struggled to enact his will due to his royal status.
Royals were closely tied to ducal houses and constantly occupied with scheduled Blessings.
Frustrated by his inability to pursue his studies freely, he took it out on me, belittling me to bolster his own self-worth.
And then there was my mother, Queen Eliana.
“How long will you keep burdening everyone like this? I truly don’t know what to do with you…”
“Mother, please have some cool lemon water. It’s good for your headache.”
“Thank you, Leticia. You should have been the one born as my daughter.”
She openly expressed deep regret for having given birth to me—as if confessing that sin to the gods would absolve her.
Only after adopting Leticia—a commoner who manifested the Blessing—did Queen Eliana finally acknowledge me.
Before that, she wouldn’t even look at me.
Everything was exactly as it had been in my first life.
“Ormia, can’t you just behave for once?”
“But it’s not the Princess’s fault, Brother Noier.”
“It is! If you’d managed your marriage properly with such backing, you should’ve been treated with respect! How did you mess it up so badly? Tch.”
“Enough.”
Caland, the eldest prince, silenced his younger brothers.
The King watched the scene passively, eyes closed.
“Ormia’s matter isn’t urgent right now. Tell me—how should we handle this situation?”
“We must resolve it quickly before rumors spread.”
The King finally spoke.
Though it concerned me, his gaze never once met mine.
“Caland.”
“Yes.”
“Handle it quietly. The assault by the Olans never happened.”
“Yes. That is wise.”
Of course—that’s exactly how I knew it would end.
After all, he prioritized the Crown’s dignity over his child’s suffering.
“I want a divorce.”
“Ormia!”
“Hah! You don’t even recognize your own faults—what gives you the right to speak?”
“If you’re going to cause discord, at least know your place! No wonder you ended up humiliated like that in the Olan household—such utter lack of decorum!”
The second prince, Allian, and the third, Noier, leapt to their feet, glaring down at me threateningly.
Their shouting didn’t frighten me.
Before, I’d shrink at every harsh word and criticism, unable to lift my head—but now, their words left no mark on me.
Because they were no longer important to me.
“I can’t possibly return to the Olan household. I want a divorce.”
“Ormia! What is wrong with you? Ahh…!”
“Mother!”
“You always bring nothing but worry, Ormia.”
Caland, the eldest, scolded me after helping Queen Eliana, who leaned weakly against Leticia.
“A royal seeking divorce! Have you lost your mind?”
My first life felt like a distant memory now.
Anyway, I’d die at twenty-two.
I lifted my head and met the King’s eyes.
When family, children, or siblings return home injured, one worries—but not a single person in this room asked if I was alright.
“Must I endure further assault like this? They sneaked into my room at night to beat me, and the viscount struck my cheek. You’ve surely received that report—yet not a single servant or butler from the viscount’s household tried to stop them.”
“That’s exactly why you should’ve behaved better!”
“Should I silently endure it even if my husband cheats on me? Or do you wish for me to die from their abuse?”
At my calm question, everyone fell momentarily silent.
Tension filled the air.
They watched each other warily, holding their breath, waiting for someone to speak first.
They neither confirmed nor denied my words.
‘They care immensely about appearances.’
For now, yes—but when emotions eventually overwhelmed them, they’d spill their true feelings without restraint.
“Just die here. You’re a calamity. You should never have been born.”
“To think I gave birth to such a child… What did I do wrong to deserve this punishment from the gods…?”
“You might as well be dead. If you weren’t family, I would’ve dealt with you long ago.”
The King, the Queen, and Caland—all blamed me while I was confined in the tower. My power was a threat, a terror capable of toppling royal authority.
“If I return to the Olans and suffer an even greater tragedy—or die—what will people say about Your Majesty?”
“Ormia! How dare you threaten His Majesty! So insolent!”
“No wonder you got beaten—look at that attitude!”
“Enough!”
The King responded with evasion.
“This discussion is over. Leave.”
Though the King hadn’t wanted it, events unfolded exactly as I’d anticipated.
From the next day onward, high society buzzed with excitement.
[This is the timeline separator]The main topic, of course, was the arrest of Madam Olan and her daughter for assaulting Ormia, their royal daughter-in-law.
“This is precisely why birth cannot be faked.”
“How vulgar! How could a mother and daughter do such a thing? I knew Madam Olan was rude, but her daughter didn’t even try to stop her?”
“The viscount was reportedly at the estate too, yet neither servants nor the butler alerted anyone.”
“The viscount himself? Hah! How could such a thing happen…?”
“Could this possibly be the first time? That’s why even the servants stayed silent.”
“Violence like that doesn’t happen just once or twice. If it’s come to light now, it surely happened before.”
“She’s ‘that’ princess, after all. They must have hated her intensely to act like that—even living together must have been unbearable stress.”
Whenever two or more gathered, they gossiped about the Olans and Ormia.
“But that day at the tea party—the Olans conspired to lie…”
“They were caught chattering with a maid, and the viscount shamelessly claimed the princess suffered from delusional jealousy.”
“Oh my, oh dear!”
Not only the assault, but testimonies from the ladies who attended the tea party also spread rapidly.
“So that’s why the princess demanded a divorce.”
Ormia had always been remarkably quiet and had never caused notable scandals, so public sympathy quickly gathered around her.
For once, the ominous title “God’s Denial” didn’t immediately spring to people’s minds.
“In hindsight, the princess was never the type to raise her voice openly. Remember when Lady Clarice deliberately scolded her within earshot? She just stood there silently.”
“True—the Queen won’t even glance in the princess’s direction.”
“And the princes? They openly insult her right to her face… Honestly, have you ever seen the princess get angry?”
“Exactly. She’s quiet and gloomy.”
“For someone like that to bring up divorce… She must have endured so much.”
“If I were her, I’d ask for divorce too.”
Public opinion began influencing even the royal court. Though people understood the King’s desire to quietly suppress the Olan incident to save face, they still whispered among themselves.
It was obvious what would happen if the princess returned to the Olans—only one decision remained.
“We must grant Ormia a divorce.”
At Caland’s report, influenced by public sentiment, the King swallowed a groan.
She was God’s Denial.
Yet she was also his daughter.
Many watched closely to see what choice the King would make. The King, hailed as the Messenger of Lagras and the Divine Incarnation, couldn’t possibly condemn his own daughter to certain doom.
If he were to do so, he’d need a justification compelling enough for everyone to accept.
After all, he was called the Vicar of God.
His fairness and decisions had to rest upon the foundation of common moral standards.
Waving his hand as if refusing to think any further, the King declared,
“Grant her the divorce. I permit it.”
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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For a man, this reaction was understandably awkward.
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“If she’s being sent away anyway, who would do such a thing!”
Seriously, that people disgust me so badly… The audacity! Caring for her only in the struggle, and calling her devious when they are the ones who should be cursed! I hope she rises in the Empire and i hope that the news somehow causes in them atleast despair or some kind of disability.
“Marcus, please shut up! People avoided me, calling me ‘God’s rejection’—how cou
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Man… I know she’s miserable, but did you have to humiliate the woman like that?
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Loved this novel, i came because i started the manhwa and the story was really wonderfull, so i just had to know the rest. I am loving it.
hahahaha baby girl😭😭 she is so cuuuute. I really live her so so much
Riiiigth, let’s go away frim this wicked land, my baby Ormia needs to be happy, pleeeaaaaase!