Even if she set aside memories of her past life, it was the same. Charlotte’s selfishness was on a level that she couldn’t comprehend.
Could it be because of the memories from her past life? Whenever she saw Charlotte’s smile, the face of her childhood friend who had killed her would surface, sending chills down her spine.
‘It can’t be.’
There was no way the world within the book could be connected to her past life. Yet, knowing that, why did everything feel so eerily familiar?
“Sister, is that child also a summoned being?”
“Who… Dante?”
Turning her gaze toward where Charlotte was pointing, she spotted Dante beneath a table.
Dante’s bright yellow eyes gleamed from within the shadows. Apparently, he had been sleeping in the parlor and crawled here to hide from Charlotte.
“Dante, come here.”
[…Mmmrrr.]Opening her arms, Yerpi watched as a reluctant Dante crawled out and into her embrace. From the very first time Dante met Charlotte, he had feared her.
He was naturally shy to begin with, but lately he had improved significantly. His behavior now was reserved only for Charlotte. Holding Dante in her arms, Yerpi faced Charlotte.
“He’s not a summoned being. He’s the lord’s nephew and adopted son. There’s a bit of a complicated situation.”
“What an odd creature.”
Charlotte propped her chin on her hand, observing Dante. Uncomfortable under her gaze, Dante bared his fangs and burrowed deeper into Yerpi’s arms.
[Yerpi, I don’t like her!]“Shh, would you like to stay with Pepe for a bit? I’ll come soon.”
Yerpi called for Pepe and handed Dante over. Normally, he would have thrown a fit at being separated from her, but clearly, he disliked Charlotte that much.
Charlotte didn’t even blink as Dante bared his teeth at her. She simply gazed with curious interest toward the direction the young dragon had gone.
“There are so many things I’m seeing for the first time here. It’s fascinating and entertaining.”
It had been the same during the summoning. She couldn’t understand when other beings disliked her. That made it even more intriguing.
“I understand your curiosity, but please stop looking at Dante that way. He’s already a child with many wounds.”
“Hmm, just like sister?”
For a moment, she was speechless. From those lovely lips, occasionally came indescribably venomous remarks.
In the past, she had believed there was no malice behind those words. But lately, she questioned whether defending Charlotte at all was even justified.
Yerpi took a sharp breath. She didn’t know why Charlotte had said that, but she didn’t want to react to every provocation.
“But when do you plan to return?”
“Huh? Return where?”
Was she genuinely asking out of ignorance? Yerpi’s eyes turned cold.
“You’re supposed to be the Saintess. The Grand Cathedral must be searching for you frantically.”
Not just any ordinary priestess, but the Saintess—this was a matter significant enough to shake the entire Kerast Empire, which followed the One Faith. Yet the woman at the center of this crisis remained utterly calm.
“What does that have to do with me?”
“What?”
Even as Yerpi asked in genuine confusion, Charlotte paid no attention, focusing instead on her perfectly manicured nails.
“They might search for me. But whether I return or not is entirely my choice.”
“Because of you, tensions could arise between Growen and Kerast.”
“Oh my, really?”
Charlotte widened her eyes in apparent surprise. Then, the moment she met Yerpi’s gaze, she burst into laughter.
She laughed so hard the parlor seemed to shake, even rolling onto the floor. Yerpi remained silent.
She couldn’t understand what was so funny. Finally calming down, Charlotte wiped tears from the corners of her eyes.
“Sister, you really are serious about the most pointless things. Don’t you realize how funny you look every time? Don’t worry so much. I’m currently in a period of reprieve.”
“…A period of reprieve?”
The time when a newly appointed Saintess first prays to the goddess. For 120 days, she would pray alone underground, purifying her body and mind with the holy water found there.
She would endure that long period alone in the dark, drinking only the sacred water—yet suffer no physical harm, even without eating other food or sleeping.
“Yes. While praying, I accidentally discovered a door leading deeper underground. I touched something inside and ended up here. So no one knows I’ve come to this place.”
Smiling, Charlotte seemed to say, “So stop worrying.” It was fortunate, yet Yerpi still couldn’t feel at ease. Amidst this, Charlotte suddenly changed the subject.
“Say, sister. Ever since I became a candidate for Saintess, I’ve been having dreams.”
“…What kind of dreams?”
“Dreams where I lose my memories and fall into a strange place. Dreams where I fall in love with a man I meet there.”
Her amethyst-like eyes grew unusually deep. At those words, Yerpi’s heart plummeted.
“I can’t recall the faces or names of the people in the dream, but I remember the general story.”
Charlotte propped her chin, recalling the dream. She seemed to relive it with such pleasure that her cheeks flushed, appearing just like an ordinary woman in love.
“I didn’t lose my memories, but landing in a strange place is the same. So maybe I could find love here too?”
The dream Charlotte had was clearly the future of the original story. Yerpi didn’t know why Charlotte had dreamed it, or how much she actually knew.
But the mere fact that someone else knew the original story was astonishing enough.
Especially if those memories belonged to the female protagonist.
“…Still, you should return. There are many people waiting for you.”
“That’s their problem.”
Yerpi was left speechless by the blunt reply. Charlotte was right—if she weren’t the Saintess.
She stood in a position where she had to bear responsibilities proportional to the admiration she received.
Yet she had become it merely because she wanted to, and wished to carry none of the accompanying weight.
“There should still be about a hundred days left in the reprieve period. So let’s end this topic.”
“…Alright. But promise me you’ll return before the Grand Cathedral finds out.”
A hundred days ahead. A long time if you considered it long, a short time if you considered it short. Seeing Yerpi stand firm, Charlotte seemed slightly surprised, fiddling with her silver hair as she spoke.
“If I don’t manage to find someone I love, fine. Then I’ll return. Now, did you hear everything you wanted? I’m getting bored. Shall we play a game?”
Answering vaguely that she understood, Charlotte rose from the sofa and selected one of the board games from the cabinet.
Yerpi had no choice but to spend the evening with Charlotte.
They didn’t play any single game for long. Charlotte frequently grew bored and switched to another game or started doing something else. As a result, Yerpi grew even more exhausted.
It was a night covered in thick, dark clouds, with neither stars nor moon visible.
The day had completely passed, but she felt it was fortunate to finally bring today to an end.
“It’s very late. Let’s return to the bedroom now.”
But Charlotte wouldn’t let Yerpi go.
“Hmm, I don’t want to sleep alone. Oh, shall we sleep together? We’ve never done that before.”
Charlotte’s eyes sparkled as if she’d found a new amusement. In the end, unable to break her younger sister’s stubbornness, Yerpi ended up sharing the bed with her.
Lying side by side on Yerpi’s bed, Charlotte stretched, gazing at the darkened ceiling.
“Spending time with sister isn’t so bad. Did other sisters grow up like this?”
“I don’t know.”
Ordinary sisters who shared no blood difference and grew up without discrimination probably did.
Dante, who had followed them into the bedroom, panicked upon seeing Charlotte and quickly hid deep inside the room.
Yerpi felt sorry for Dante, but this kind of sisterly play would likely end today.
Today, Charlotte might have enjoyed the time spent with her, but tomorrow clearly wouldn’t be the same. That was just Charlotte’s capricious nature.
“It’s a pity we can’t see stars while lying down. The weather here seems warm. Next time, shall we sleep outside? What do you think, sister?”
“I’m not sure.”
Charlotte chattered endlessly, unable to fall asleep no matter how long she lay still. She continued regardless of whether Yerpi responded or not.
“By the way, sister, what kind of person is the lord?”
“……”
Thanks to this, Yerpi fell asleep tired and without a chance to sort through her complicated emotions.
She woke again in the middle of the night, startled by a presence.
“…What is it?”
Someone was standing beyond the bed. Her night-adjusted vision illuminated the figure in the dim morning light.
The space beside Yerpi was empty.
It was Charlotte.
“…Hey.”
Charlotte was slowly circling in place, staring at the floor. She kept murmuring something under her breath.
Her voice was so low it was hard to make out. Yerpi got up from the bed. Immediately, a pair of eyes in the darkness locked onto her.
Charlotte lifted her head and fixed her gaze on Yerpi. Her intense eyes moved along with her lips. Yerpi watched and silently repeated the words she saw.
“Am I… real?”
The moment those words left her lips, Charlotte lunged at Yerpi.
“I’m real. I’m real. I’m real. I’m real. I’m real. I’m real. I’m real. I’m real. I’m real. I’m real. I’m real. I’m real. I’m real.”
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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