I'm Terminal Anyway, No Regrets (17 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 2
The end of my life was always a mess.
Lifeless skin, dry and messy hair, split nails, and dirty, torn clothes.
There was no mirror in the prison, so I couldn’t see myself, but I could clearly picture what I looked like overall.
Perhaps because I died in that state, the me in the mirror—twenty years old—looked truly beautiful.
“This is how I was.”
My hair shimmered, my skin glowed, and my lips were vivid and glossy like cherries.
Even without makeup, I was beautiful—but back then, I’d covered my face with heavy makeup, trying to suit Jeffrey’s tastes.
As I gazed at my reflection, a soft light appeared, and within a step’s radius, white flower petals materialized. Dozens of petals slowly drifted onto my pink hair, my clothes, and the floor.
One landed gently on my palm.
“Blessing…”
This was my blessing.
In my first life, I didn’t know how to use it properly, and it only brought pain.
No one knew why flowers appeared for me unlike other royals, or whether my blessing worked differently.
“Oh—Princess!”
My eyes met those of the maid reflected in the mirror.
They claimed that merely being near me brought misfortune, so even in the royal palace, I’d had no personal maids. At the Olans’, maids rotated turns attending to me.
Lizzie, low in the maids’ hierarchy, had often served me and stuck with me faithfully until the day of the invasion.
Now frightened, Lizzie stood still, clutching a shawl but not coming closer.
“I’ll clean it up.”
The royal family and nobles believed my power was a curse, an omen of impurity—and the flowers manifesting from my blessing were seen as ill omens.
They didn’t even know how to use it.
I picked up the fallen petals and tossed them out the window.
My flowers glowed faintly as they disappeared midair.
It had been three months since our marriage.
My husband, Jeffrey, didn’t even depart with me when attending official banquets.
Jeffrey, a distant relative of Duke Haiman—who possessed the wind affinity—had held no title before marrying me, but became Viscount Olan through our union.
In my first life, I was foolish.
I had hope. I thought marriage would mean being loved.
Yet life at the Olans’ wasn’t much different from my time in the royal palace. Because I’d expected warmth, it felt even colder and lonelier.
Jeffrey, who’d once been kind, changed completely once he obtained the title he wanted through our marriage, and we never even consummated our union on our wedding night.
He avoided sharing a bed with me with various excuses, and in the end, we never slept together until my death.
As I recalled the past and headed toward the front door, a sharp voice cut through the air.
“You’re always late like this. There are only two carriages—if you take the remaining one, how are we supposed to go out? Honestly, you don’t have an ounce of consideration for others.”
Madam Olan, Jeffrey Olan’s mother.
“For someone who’s a princess, why do you live so shabbily? Just ask the palace for another carriage.”
Elena Olan, Jeffrey’s older sister.
Even those two carriages they spoke of had come from the royal palace.
They’d been sent nominally to avoid making a princess’s wedding look meager.
Thanks to Jeffrey Olan managing one of Duke Haiman’s minor businesses, the Olans maintained what was called a “gentlemanly” standard.
Our marriage brought them a mansion and a wealthier lifestyle.
Yet they kept complaining as if they’d always lived luxuriously and demanded even more.
“Our Jeffrey should be grateful you accepted him at all. For the past few days, you haven’t even come greet us in the mornings. Now that you’re married, you’re no longer royal—you’re part of the Olan family.”
“Surely you don’t still think you’re a princess? Drop that royal entitlement.”
Legally, royals retained their titles and privileges even after marriage and changing surnames.
If I hadn’t attended the royal banquet, these were the same people who’d told me to hire a rental carriage while they took the remaining palace carriage.
I’d done exactly that in my first life.
There had never been any respect for me anywhere.
Back then, I worried endlessly over every word they said—afraid I’d be cast out of the Olans’ or bring shame upon the royal family through my actions.
I’d tried so hard to please them, but now I understood:
No matter how I behaved, they would never be satisfied.
“I’ll be off now.”
“Hey! How rude—interrupting while we’re talking!”
“If I’m late, shouldn’t I explain to His Majesty why? Would it be fine to describe the current situation now—including what Mother just said?”
Madam Olan’s face flushed crimson, then paled.
“We’ll continue this discussion when you return.”
“Honestly, just as I’ve heard—she’s gloomy. Ever since that woman married Jeffrey, this mansion’s grown darker, Mother.”
“Elena, calling her ‘that woman’? She’s still your brother’s wife. As a noble, maintain your dignity.”
Without a maid accompanying me, I boarded the carriage alone. In the past, going out alone had felt shameful and miserable—but now, it felt peaceful.
Outside the window, Glisia’s opulent residential district and its bustling crowds passed by.
This capital would burn during the Empire’s invasion.
Blood would stain the streets, and desperate screams and weeping would fill them.
In all three of my lives, Glisia’s future had always been the same—this time wouldn’t be any different.
Fear?
Terror?
Worry over Glisia’s downfall?
“What does it have to do with me?”
My reflection in the window was smiling.
I had no time to worry about the country that abandoned me.
Today, I meet someone important.
Liam Wilboyer.
He’s attending the Glisian royal banquet today.
[This is the timeline separator]Arriving at the royal palace and walking alone, I found the corridor crowded. Nobles weren’t heading into the main hall but gathered in small groups, whispering.
“Why did the Empire send an envoy delegation?”
“It’s too early to present offerings to Lord Lagras.”
“But it’s winter—surely they won’t say anything outrageous? They’ve been threatening to summon our royals for years now.”
“They probably just want to show off Imperial strength—but we’ll never send anyone. How dare they summon His Holiness, the Divine Emissary? If they’re so eager to meet, the Emperor himself should come.”
“It’s just an empty threat. This is a nation beloved and protected by the gods—what can they possibly do?”
Though Glisia was only the size of a mid-sized Imperial city, its people’s pride surpassed that of any nation.
Every New Year, foreign states sent substantial offerings to Glisia’s Grand Temple of Magnus—perhaps making that pride somewhat justified.
“Oh, look!”
“The Dukes are arriving together!”
“Oh dear, I’m glad I stayed!”
People parted to both sides of the corridor, simultaneously making the sign of the cross and bowing their heads. Seeing this greeting usually reserved for the King, I too pressed myself against the corridor wall.
A noble standing nearby narrowed his brows and moved as far from me as possible.
Duke Haiman of Wind, Duke Versi of Water, Duke Valman of Earth, and Duke Windsor of Light approached, cloaked in mantles bearing their houses’ colors and crests, accompanied by their retainers.
To facilitate generational transition before the King’s succession, the Dukes were all young.
I was the only one who didn’t bow my head.
Their gazes brushed over me.
Our eyes met briefly—contempt, dismissal, and irritation flickered across their faces before vanishing.
Despite being demoted to a Viscountess, not a single one offered me the respect due to a princess. And it wasn’t just them—everyone was the same.
The nobles in the corridor followed the Dukes into the hall. Those passing by me carefully avoided touching me, pointedly ignoring my presence.
That was my reality—Ormia Beltoar, or now, after marriage, Ormia Olan.
I was used to it.
In the past, I’d grown so dispirited that I’d lowered my head to avoid people’s stares—but that was long ago.
As I headed toward the main hall, Jeffrey Olan waited for me by the entrance.
He relished moments in the spotlight. Whenever attention was on him, he insisted we enter together as a couple.
Once, I’d mistaken that for affection.
“Why are you only coming now? How much longer were you going to make me wait?”
“Let’s go inside.”
“What’s with that appearance? Coming without even proper makeup—are you giving up on being a woman now?”
Jeffrey shot me another glance as he spoke.
He found it strange that I stayed silent instead of apologizing and showing remorse as I should have.
He signaled a servant, who announced our entrance into the hall.
“Viscount Jeffrey Olan and Viscountess Ormia Olan.”
The Dukes had already entered, so everyone’s attention was fixed on them—no one noticed us.
The moment we entered, Jeffrey dropped my arm—his escort—and hurried to Duke Haiman’s side.
Cold stares brushed past me.
People ignored me, wary that the Divine Impurity might spread through my actions or presence—yet they watched me closely at the same time.
I was both the most avoided person and the perfect subject for gossip—that was who I was.
Even when I drank punch or took dessert onto my plate, they criticized me. Actions acceptable for them became sinful and improper when I did them.
Whether they watched me or not, I scanned the surroundings.
Liam was nowhere to be seen.
“The Guardian of Glisia enters.”
Led by the King and Queen, three princes and a woman with splendid golden hair entered.
These were the people who had once been my family—and Leticia Beltoar, adopted as an illegitimate child.
When the Divine Blessing first manifested in a commoner, they’d fabricated her as a royal bastard to serve the Crown’s interests and adopted her.
Surrounded by people, Leticia smiled brightly—her expression utterly free of shadows, radiating happiness.
My role was to greet them and stand by their side. They wouldn’t care if I didn’t—but today, I needed to be there.
“May Glisia’s sacred light always be with you.”
Only the King gave a brief nod in acknowledgment of my greeting.
My mother, the Queen, didn’t even look at me, as if denying my very existence, while my older brothers, the princes, frowned and clicked their tongues.
“You’ve arrived.”
Leticia greeted me kindly.
I stood nearby—not so close as to draw attention, but not too far either.
A group incongruous with the King approached. Even the Dukes welcomed them outwardly but remained wary.
“The envoy delegation from the Aetherian Empire.”
“It’s an honor to meet the Incarnation of Lagras. Due to urgent matters, Marquis Ilin couldn’t come—I’ve come in his stead. I am Marcus Venam.”
“Ah, from the Venam Dukedom. What an esteemed guest. Please rest well during your stay.”
When the young envoy representative introduced himself, the King’s expression darkened.
Though foreign delegations visited Glisia often, they were always high-ranking figures befitting an audience with the King, who was considered the Divine Proxy. Sending an heir who hadn’t yet inherited his title was inappropriate.
The King didn’t bother hiding his displeasure.
Yet the representative from the Empire—the King’s arrogance pierced the heavens.
“Marcus Venam is the heir, yet neither Duke Venam nor anyone senior—how dare they send a mere successor as envoy?”
“How do they view Glisia?”
“How arrogant.”
Hearing the princes’ murmurs, I spotted him among the Empire’s delegation.
Liam Wilboyer, with his black hair.
Our eyes met.
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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For a man, this reaction was understandably awkward.
Oh. 👁️👁️😳
“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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Girrlll whaaaat😭 that’s saaaaaaaad. But i hope she doesn’t do something to let them harm her body… even if it’s for scaping
Yes! Thank god he say it! Omg, she is crazy but the olan worked well. I hope she gets to the empire safely and swiftly
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.