I was so startled that I jumped off the Duke’s feet.
The one who had arisen in the middle of the flower bed was the magician, Adrian Eodel.
“Adrian!”
At the Duke’s shout, the young magician rubbed his eyes and mumbled.
“Ah, Your Highness! What are you doing here? Huh? You’re not alone. Who’s that? Esdel? Esdel?!”
“I was taking a walk with Knight Esdel. We had state affairs to discuss.”
“State affairs? That man and a woman-.”
‘!’
“State affairs! I am talking about state matters!”
The Duke raised his voice, his face flushing, at Adrian.
“Ah.”
Adrian, still drowsy, rubbed his eyes and spoke languidly.
“Where have you been until now, Adrian?”
“I was researching the black magic that afflicted Esdel, thanks to her. I’m sorry, Your Highness. I came to pick sky-blue mist flowers and ended up falling asleep here.”
Adrian mumbled.
‘Black magic?!’
I asked with anticipation.
“Adrian, I haven’t had the chance to thank you. I’m really grateful. And sorry.”
“No need, Knight.”
“I’ve been curious, did you find out anything about the black magic that was cast on me?”
Adrian stopped rubbing his eyes and his expression brightened.
“Of course. I’m the empire’s strongest after all.”
“!”
“The two evil spells that were cast on Knight Esdel, one of them probably… was done by my sister.”
Adrian’s voice quieted down.
‘Sister?’
“Sister? What do you mean?”
The Duke asked in surprise.
Adrian’s expression darkened.
“Yes, I have a sister. If she’s alive, she’d be around thirty now. Her name is Hoakin, Hoakin Eodel.”
I asked him.
“If she’s alive, you say?”
“Knight, using such magic, the caster can’t remain unharmed. Evil magic returns to those who cast it. Both black magics on Knight Esdel were meant to kill. But for some reason, you didn’t die.”
“!”
For some reason.
I recalled the divine energy of my mother enveloping me just before I was assassinated by Rahert, along with the name of my mother’s god, Hela.
“The first magic that failed to take your life only affected half of your face, not the whole. The second one only a part of your memory. Hence, the remainder of that magic must have returned to the caster. Even if she didn’t die, she must have lost her body or soul… or at least became mute or blind.”
Blind.
The young magician seemed lost in distant memories for a while.
The Duke asked.
“How can you be sure that she’s your sister?”
“Your Highness, magic is like a fine silk woven by a skilled artisan.”
“Silk?”
“Do you remember the transparent magic that fluttered over Knight Esdel’s body?”
“How could I forget.”
The Duke’s voice grew somber.
“Every magician has a slightly different way of weaving magic. Just like the quality of a garment depends on the skill of the seamstress, a skilled magician weaves fine magic. The dark magic I saw was woven by my sister. Probably, certainly.”
“Where is your sister now?”
The Duke asked threateningly.
“Only heard about her. I grew up looking at magic items she left behind like relics. My sister left the family right after I was born, when she was fourteen, to learn magic in the wider world. Disappeared since then. If she had been there, I would never have caught up to her.”
How could I ask and hear all of his long story in this short night?
I silently gazed at the face of the young magician standing alone in the rain. He spoke again.
“Hoakin Eodel. The last genius of the Bentus, the last great magical family. I’m just a magician who tries hard. My strength is being the only one alive.”
“Bentus.”
I rolled the name Bentus that the boy mentioned, like a clear marble in my mouth.
It tasted bittersweet and sad.
“You’re from Bentus too, Adrian.”
“Please call me comfortably, Esdel. Just Adrian is fine.”
Adrian hung his head as if he himself had committed a crime.
“Adrian Eodel, the black magic that was oppressing me is now gone. So please, don’t make such a sad face.”
At my words, Adrian lifted his head.
“Do you wish your sister is still alive?”
“I don’t know.”
“I hope she is.”
“Even though she tried to kill you?”
“We can’t be sure if it was her will. I was only five years old at that time. Ah, I don’t remember anything before five, so probably that’s when.”
I hesitated, aware of the Duke standing beside me.
I haven’t yet told him about the return of my memory.
I couldn’t yet. My memories reveal who I am.
“Why were you looking for the sky-blue mist flowers?”
“They’re ingredients for a magical potion.”
“Antoine’s daughter, Daisy, was looking for you everywhere.”
“Ah!”
Adrian, puzzled, suddenly jumped up as if he just remembered.
“I completely forgot! Oh no, Daisy will be after me again. Your Highness, please hide me!”
“If needed, come to my office.”
“Thank you, Your Highness!”
Adrian Eodel bowed to the Duke and me and hurried off into the wildflower meadow.
His previously sad face was now replaced with the countenance of a seventeen-year-old boy.
Left alone again with the Duke, I involuntarily spoke.
“It’s sad to see the magician upset.”
“Do you sincerely hope his sister is still alive?”
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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