The robust figure of Greta he remembered was gone, replaced by a shockingly frail and haggard appearance. Despite the bright daylight, her face was tensely on edge as if in fear, and her gaunt figure seemed ready to collapse if touched.
An involuntary sigh escaped Padre’s lips.
“This is unbelievable.”
“Please, look at this.”
Adel carefully pulled down the cloth Greta had wrapped around her neck. The once vivid purple bruise had faded, but the swollen larynx showed no signs of subsiding.
Padre gazed at Greta’s neck with slightly stiffened eyes and lightly pressed just below her jaw with his index finger.
“How long has it been since this happened?”
“Just over a week. It seems like a demon’s doing, perhaps due to the weakening of Ansgar Castle’s protective energy?”
Padre shook his head.
“This alone isn’t enough to confirm a demon’s deed… But it’s certainly tainted with a malignant force. Even if the swelling subsides, there’s a high chance her voice won’t return.”
“What should we do?”
“If someone has cast a curse, there’s always a way to break it. We either find that solution or make the one who cast it undo it.”
If it’s a curse, not a demon’s doing, the scope expands to include sorcerers. Of course, curses cast by sorcerers were inferior to demons, causing minor nuisances like reversing speech, sending goats flying onto roofs, or inducing mild seizures. But Adel had never heard of a curse that could take away one’s voice.
‘Sorcerers themselves are rare now. And I heard they usually live deep in the forests.’
“I’ll create a protective talisman to slow the curse’s progress,” Padre said.
Adel snapped out of her thoughts at his words.
“Thank you. It will be a great help.”
“And if you allow it, I think it would be best for me to stay at the castle for about a week to observe the Duke closely.”
“Padre, are you serious?”
“Of course. We cannot take such a matter lightly.”
Adel let out a sigh of relief and joy at Padre’s response.
A whole week. A day or two might have been manageable for even the most careful demon to deceive, but a week was long enough to catch something suspicious.
“If you could do that, Padre, it would be a great help.”
“Before that, Adel.”
“Yes, please speak.”
“Since your husband has awakened, has he shown any cruelty towards sheep? Or do you sense any murderous intent in his behavior towards them?”
“No, nothing like that. Actually, he’s never been that brutally violent.”
“So, he can engage in a proper conversation?”
“He’s a bit awkward, but yes, he’s learning diligently.”
“Then it’s unlikely to be the work of a demon. Demons are beings without significant intelligence. All demons are by-products of ‘the shadow.'”
“‘By-products of the shadow?'”
“Yes. Even if they’re lucky enough to possess a human body, they don’t have the intellect to learn anything.”
“That’s unbelievable.”
Adel covered her mouth, eyes wide in shock.
‘All those demons are just by-products of ‘the shadow’?’
The shadow, the dragon of Vichleleben. She had thought it to be a mere demon, albeit a powerful one, but was it such a formidable entity capable of controlling thousands, if not tens of thousands of by-products? Stunned, Adel blinked as Padre calmly explained.
“Mythologies usually start from one archetype and then diverge into many tales. Sometimes legends and rumors hold unexpected truths.”
“Legends?”
“In old texts I’ve seen in the temple, it’s written that the supreme god Morrig had a shadow that resembled Him. ”
“I’ve never heard of such a legend.”
“Neither had I, until I stumbled upon it. Anyway, it’s said they were like identical twins, indistinguishable when placed side by side.”
“Twins?”
“Yes. But unlike Morrig, ‘the shadow’ was darker than winter nights, more malevolent than hellfire, with envious green eyes that flickered and a tongue like a scheming snake.”
“…”
“If the Duke is indeed acquiring something, there are two possibilities. Either a true miracle has occurred, or…”
The shadow has taken hold.
At that moment, a thin winter breeze swept past their backs, even though neither the window nor the door leading to the hallway was open.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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