The line swept past the heads of the Pinkbell herd.
Like sheep instinctively sensing the scent of honey, the herd began slowly moving toward the sweet fragrance.
Against the deep blue sky, the golden trail of honey light and the two-part Pinkbell herd moving beneath it formed a magnificent spectacle.
The knights watching the scene together from the hilltop began murmuring among themselves.
“They’ve started moving!”
“Give the order, please!”
The knights’ eyes turned toward Raymond, worried that the path might close shut.
Raymond scanned the entire area as if assessing the situation.
After briefly glancing down at Yerpi, who was still holding his waist, he quickly issued his command.
“Let the first line push through the gap first and create a path. Make sure not to agitate the Pinkbells.”
The knights acknowledged the order.
Subcommander Johan led the first unit down the hill and began slowly widening the gap between the Pinkbell herd.
From behind Raymond, Yerpi looked down at the branching plain unfolding below.
Seeing the unit enter safely, relief finally washed over her.
‘Ah, it worked.’
Even though she had personally taken action, she had still been half-doubtful.
In the original story, Yerpi had never properly used her ability even once. Instead, her ability had manifested only in negative ways.
The influence of the spice on the spirit beasts’ world was greater than expected, and this extended even to unconscious thought.
Unlike other regions with clearly defined seasons, Growen’s castle always maintained a mild climate.
Yet, the peaceful weather had gradually turned dark and gloomy, clouded by the daily melancholy and loneliness emanating from the spice.
The more erratic the weather became, the deeper the suspicion among the estate’s people toward Yerpi grew.
They claimed that an unworthy duchess had arrived and disrupted their peaceful world.
Recalling these memories brought pain to her heart, yet at the same time, she felt fortunate.
‘I’m glad I didn’t ignore the dream.’
Yerpi’s dream about her life wasn’t something she had consciously created.
Even in the dream, her consciousness remained, and it was more like being forced to witness the life of a woman named ‘Yerpi.’
Who would have thought that a dream she once despised so much would now be of such help?
As Yerpi let out a sigh of relief, Raymond’s voice reached her from ahead.
“The light is scattering. Focus.”
Startled by the sudden remark, Yerpi quickly looked up at the sky.
Across the blue sky, two bright yellow lines stretched in opposite directions.
To her eyes, the trail of honey scent appeared straight and clear.
‘It seems fine. Does it look different to him?’
Yerpi instinctively tensed.
Undoubtedly, his vision was sharper and more perceptive than hers, someone who had been confined within the manor.
But just as she hesitated, unsure of how to further control her ability—
“Perhaps you need to be in closer contact?”
Startled by his words, she tightened her arms around Raymond’s waist.
‘So he knew too.’
Her weak ability required physical contact with him to function effectively.
After all, it was arrogant of her to assume he wouldn’t know.
Raymond, raised with inherited dragon blood and extensive knowledge of spices, naturally knew far more than her fleeting glimpses into another’s life.
“I suppose so. May I impose a little longer?”
Raymond responded with silent acknowledgment.
Taking this as consent, she shifted her arms and placed her hand on his forearm.
His rolled-up sleeve exposed one of the few areas where direct physical contact was possible.
As she cautiously gripped his forearm, a warm sensation transferred to Yerpi.
The feeling of spice flowing through dragon blood and flesh was akin to channeling the universe and spirit itself.
Alongside that mystical, vivid sensation, she also felt the distinct firmness unique to a man’s arm.
Just as she unconsciously tried to pull her hand back, startled by the unfamiliar warmth, he caught her hand.
“Grab it properly.”
This was clearly a warning not to ruin the task.
The first unit had already entered between the Pinkbell herd, widening the narrow path.
Any mistake now would put everyone in danger.
‘He’s right.’
If she pulled away just because he suddenly felt unfamiliar, it would only lead to greater harm.
Understanding this, Yerpi tightened her arms around his waist and, summoning courage, firmly gripped his forearm.
Only then did Raymond release her hand, seemingly satisfied, and took the reins again.
“Stay focused.”
“Yes.”
Instead of nodding, she held him tightly as Raymond urged the horse forward.
If Yerpi’s scent resembled honey, his carried a refreshing mint-like fragrance.
The cooler it felt with each deep breath, the more addictive it became.
At the same time, she also felt a small sense of relief.
He didn’t despise her as much as she had feared—at least, not to that extent.
Even if she was used to others’ coldness, it still hurt.
Perhaps due to their intensified connection,
the blue sky was now spreading into a deeper honey hue through the two glowing lines.
The horse, moving slowly down the hill, soon followed the opened path.
The passage had widened enough for an entire unit to pass through smoothly, and the rest of the troops followed behind Raymond.
A faint cry came from nearby.
It was the young Pinkbell she had released earlier.
Raymond paused the horse, somehow sensing her gaze dropping downward.
In response to his consideration, Yerpi reached out and called.
“Come here.”
Responding to her gentle call, the young lamb leaped into Yerpi’s arms.
The soft fur and the Pinkbell’s unique floral fragrance made her smile involuntarily.
Watching the scene, Raymond asked.
“You seem fond of spirit beasts. Isn’t that unusual?”
Even if beasts from the outside world and spirit beasts here shared similarities, they were entirely different creatures.
Unfamiliarity sometimes led to aversion.
He must have known this, which was why he asked.
But Yerpi shook her head.
“No matter how they look, they still have blood flowing and hearts beating.”
She had no intention of treating them differently.
Even if this mindset stemmed from the discrimination she herself had endured.
For a moment, Yerpi’s expression darkened as she recalled the past.
As she lowered her eyes, his gaze returned to her.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
Yerpi shook her head again.
She believed he didn’t need to know about her past.
After a brief silence, he urged the horse forward once more.
At that moment, the lead unit reported their success.
“The Pinkbells are dispersing and heading to their respective meadows!”
As the words ended, a full-grown Pinkbell stepped toward their horse from within the widened path.
Raymond immediately reached for his sword hilt, alert—then paused as he saw Yerpi’s expression brightening.
The young Pinkbell in Yerpi’s arms wriggled excitedly at the sight of the adult.
The little one’s dark eyes turned to Yerpi.
“You’ve found your family.”
She smiled gently and released the child.
The Pinkbell leaped down from the horse, joined its family briefly, then stared intently at Yerpi before merging into the herd.
Seeing the herd gradually dispersing brought relief.
It was nearing sunset.
The unit, now leaving the vanished Pinkbell herd behind, bustled about selecting a campsite.
“Hurry. We need to make up at least half the time we lost.”
“Understood.”
The unit quickly reorganized and moved out upon receiving the departure order.
Watching the scene from inside the carriage, Yerpi let out a sigh of relief.
‘It’s finally over.’
Thankfully, they hadn’t made any mistakes until the end.
Most of all, she was relieved that she had quickly repaid the help he had given her.
She was also relieved he hadn’t pressed her further about how she came to know what she knew.
Just before the carriage departed,
Johan approached the window, smiling as he praised her achievement.
“Thank you for your hard work. Everyone owes it to Your Grace. Even if you don’t say it, His Lordship must be grateful…”
But before he could finish, Raymond’s call interrupted.
“Johan.”
“I’ll go right away!”
His retreating figure moved with strict discipline.
The red evening light was too intense. Yerpi drew the curtain to block the window.
Raymond’s gaze followed her as she did so.
There was one thing Yerpi had forgotten.
It wasn’t common for noble ladies to do kitchen work.
Raymond, turning away from the carriage, looked at Johan standing formally before him and asked.
“Where is that man?”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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