Raymond seemed annoyed by Charlotte flailing in midair and simply tossed her aside.
Her slender body bounced repeatedly off the cold, worn marble floor before crashing into the wall.
In this life, which had never known injury, Charlotte felt pain for the first time—so intense she couldn’t even scream.
“A… aching….”
It was miraculous she hadn’t passed out. Charlotte barely managed to lean her back against the wall, her eyes filled with fear.
What she had lost wasn’t just her hair, now turned snow-white.
Her skin, pale to the point of lifelessness, was wrinkled, and her muscles had withered away.
Her body, which had forcibly accumulated the sacred energy of many people and then released it all at once, was rapidly aging.
Yet still, she forced herself to stand. Her unsteady steps staggered toward Raymond.
Only the power of false belief could have enabled her to approach the man she loved, suppressing even fear itself.
Even after ruining everything, Charlotte’s memories remained uncorrected.
“Raymond. Look at me. Why… why won’t you wake up? After all I’ve done.”
Charlotte pleaded with tear-streaked face as she reached his side.
To Charlotte, who had exhausted every ounce of strength, nothing remained.
All of this was her fault. Yet Charlotte lacked the ability to take responsibility for her sins.
All she could do was watch helplessly as Raymond spiraled out of control.
Her trembling hand grasped Raymond’s sleeve. He stood silently, staring at her. Encouraged, Charlotte tried to embrace him.
“My love, please look at me… Ahhh!”
Charlotte shrieked and recoiled as she touched the sacred energy rippling around Raymond. Her dress was on fire.
“It burns!”
Charlotte screamed and thrashed wildly. But no matter how she shook the fabric, the flames wouldn’t die.
Eventually, unable to endure the heat, Charlotte rolled on the filthy basement floor, writhing in agony.
The fire finally extinguished, but Charlotte collapsed, utterly drained.
That fire wasn’t merely damaging her body—it could harm her very soul.
Sacred energy and dragon blood repelled each other, generating intense friction heat.
The sacred energy was pushed outward, forming a barrier. The overwhelming amount of sacred energy was paradoxically restraining the dragon blood’s attempt to rage. But the barrier wouldn’t last much longer.
To Yerpi’s eyes, Raymond’s insides were visible. The dragon blood, trapped by sacred energy, boiled like a volcano about to erupt.
The surging power of flame threatened to melt the sacred energy and burst violently outward at any moment.
Yerpi had to establish a connection with Raymond before the sacred energy barrier broke. But Yerpi was still trapped in darkness.
Still, giving up was not an option. On a noisy, distorted screen, Raymond’s face came into close-up. Yerpi raised a hand to the screen, recalling Raymond.
‘…I can’t go out myself, but what about scent?’
Just as moments ago she had sent visions into the future using the King of Spring’s power, it seemed the orb could only imprison physical bodies. Then perhaps scent could spread beyond the orb as well.
Soon, the sweet fragrance of honey bloomed in the darkness, glowing brightly and illuminating the inside of the orb. The squirrel beside Yerpi became blissful, intoxicated by the honey scent.
After briefly circling Rudy, the light began, guided by Yerpi’s will, to stretch through the hazy screen and outward.
The rich honey fragrance enveloped Obligato. The scent purified the chaotic waves of magical energy, but failed to reach Raymond, who was covered in sacred energy.
It was heartbreaking to see the fragrance circling helplessly near him. It couldn’t penetrate the barrier of sacred energy.
But the one she awakened was not Raymond—it was the small dragon.
[Hmm…?]Dante, who had long been left beneath the altar, opened his eyes. It took time for him to regain consciousness, having been plunged into a deep sleep by the sacred energy.
But soon, remembering what Charlotte had done to him, Dante shook his head and quickly stood up.
More than the sacred energy-wrapped Raymond, it was the thick honey fragrance permeating Obligato that captured Dante.
[Yerpi’s scent…]Dante’s eyes, sniffing the air, finally regained their spark. The fragrance was calling to him.
Drawn like a magnet, the young dragon climbed onto the altar and approached the orb. Dante’s eyes widened in shock as he peered inside.
Seeing Dante up close made Yerpi feel like crying.
She had watched over him from within the orb, knowing how lonely and anxious he must have been in her absence.
She longed to hold the child at once, but knowing it was impossible only deepened her sorrow.
[Yerpi? Are you in there?]Dante reached out and touched the orb. At that moment, the squirrel nestled in Yerpi’s arms suddenly wriggled and leapt forward.
“Rudy?”
The squirrel standing before the screen turned to look at Yerpi. Rudy’s black eyes imprinted her image. The tiny creature smiled at Yerpi.
‘But why does it feel so much like a final goodbye?’
All the Kings of the Seasons had been kind to Yerpi. And Rudy had stayed by her side, sharing warmth and gentle light.
Her heart trembled wildly. Then, suddenly, Rudy’s voice flowed into her mind.
[Please take good care of Dante and the other children. And thank you… for giving me a name.]It was the voice of a very cute, lovely little girl.
Without another word, Rudy turned and leapt beyond the screen. A bright crimson light spread in all directions.
Rudy’s form vanished completely, leaving only a beautiful halo of light connecting the screen to the outside world.
Then, a small hand reached into the light. Instinctively, Yerpi grasped what appeared to be a young boy’s hand.
Her body was pulled beyond the light. When she opened her tightly shut eyes after the brilliant radiance, the air surrounding her had changed.
‘This place….’
She was inside Obligato. Instinctively opening her hand, she found within it the orb that had once imprisoned Allosha.
‘I’ve come out.’
But that wasn’t all. The mark of the Autumn Domain imprinted on the back of her hand was gone.
Rudy’s sacrifice had created a tiny crack in the orb, and by grabbing the boy’s hand reaching in, she had managed to escape.
[Yerpi!]Still dazed, Dante rushed into Yerpi’s arms. The sensation of the warm boy’s hand still lingered in her own.
But Dante remained in his small dragon form.
“Dante.”
She embraced the warmth nestled in her arms. It didn’t matter what form he took—Dante was Dante.
She only felt deep affection for the child clinging to her. After breathing in Yerpi’s scent deeply, Dante lifted his head.
[Yerpi, what’s going on? Uncle looks strange.]Dante seemed unfamiliar with Raymond, who stood rigidly still. Raymond was still on the verge of losing control.
Already, the sacred energy barrier surrounding him had weakened significantly. Once he absorbed all the sacred energy toxic to dragon blood, the full-scale rampage would begin. She had to stop it before then.
‘There’s still a chance.’
Around them, where sacred energy and dragon blood struggled, violent sparks flew.
Charlotte lay collapsed before them. Perhaps Yerpi would suffer the same fate. Even if so, she couldn’t stop.
“Dante, I’m sorry.”
[…Yerpi?]Yerpi forcibly pushed Dante away as he tried to cling to her.
As the child left her embrace, it felt as though her very flesh was being torn away. Ignoring the pain, she spoke.
“You must stay here, no matter what. Understand?”
[No. Why?]“I’ll be back soon.”
Dante shook his head, sensing her unease.
Yerpi smiled and gently stroked Dante’s head. Seeing him calm slightly, she turned away at once.
I’ll be back.
Perhaps it was a promise she might not keep. All she felt was sorrow for the child.
Yerpi approached Raymond. With each step, the intense heat burned her skin.
It felt as though she were reaching out to cradle the sun itself.
‘It’s hot. It hurts.’
The searing pain made it hard to keep her eyes open. But she wasn’t afraid.
Because she knew Raymond was waiting at the end of this heat.
Finally reaching him, she embraced Raymond. The heat no longer pained her. Rising onto her toes, her whispered kiss was as sweet as it was scorching.
“I love you.”
No matter what obstacle stands between us, I will love you.
With that vow, she attempted one last communion—perhaps her final.
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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