Descending the stairs was Greta. Adel instinctively showed a relieved expression, then suddenly looked up the stairs. If the maids knew she had been standing there, they might think she had intentionally eavesdropped.
Noticing her reaction, Greta, though tired, managed a slight smile.
“The girls scattered as I approached.”
“Did they?”
“What are you doing here? You should be resting. From tomorrow, you’ll be busy receiving mourners.”
“I was just about to head up.”
“Make sure to go straight to your room. I’ll bring you some snacks.”
Yawning widely, Greta descended the stairs. Adel felt a mix of gratitude and guilt towards her.
Driven to this desolate north, Greta had looked after her daily, caring for her food and bed when no one else did. Sometimes, they shared warmth and slept together in the same bed, like alley cats huddling together.
However, their relationship wasn’t entirely positive.
As Greta protected Adel more, her reputation worsened. The maids thought Adel was aloof and used Greta to keep them at bay. They even misunderstood her as arrogant, unwilling to adapt to her new environment.
It was a harsh prejudice, but Adel didn’t actively clarify or change her behavior because Greta would get furious if she even tried to talk to another maid.
‘I’ve told you time and again! You can’t trust anyone, you never know what might happen!’
‘I didn’t trust them. But…’
‘You’re bewitched, bewitched! Especially be careful around the Duke of Anschar’s people. Who knows what might happen! It would be better to align with Duke Oscar.’
…Could Greta have foreseen this? Adel followed Greta down a few steps and grabbed her sleeve.
“Greta.”
“Yes?”
Adel had called her, but facing her weary expression, she found it hard to speak.
“…Well, it’s just…”
She needed someone to talk to honestly about her worries, Oscar’s ominous words, and the rumors surrounding Valentine’s death…
But Greta already seemed burdened enough. Did she need to add her minor worries?
As Adel’s silence grew, Greta’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Why are you acting like this again?”
“It’s just… I feel sorry for making you work so hard…”
That was all she could muster. Greta blinked and then smiled faintly.
“Suddenly?”
“I thought I’d miss my chance to say it if I didn’t now, with the funeral ending and me leaving for the monastery soon.”
“…Leaving for the monastery?”
“I’m discussing it with the steward. If nothing goes wrong, that’s likely. Widows who lose their husbands in war usually go to the monastery.”
Adel paused, observing Greta’s expression.
“I don’t want you to follow me to the monastery. Once the steward finalizes the funeral procedures, he said he would return my dowry. It’s only three hundred gold coins, but… I want to give it all to you.”
Adel blushed, trailing off. Even upon reconsideration, her dowry seemed pitifully inadequate. It made sense why the Anscharians called it a sham marriage.
Greta, who had been momentarily speechless, was about to respond when…
“A monastery?”
A voice from behind made Adel turn abruptly. Greta quickly descended the rest of the stairs and knelt.
“Duke Oscar.”
“The Duchess is going to a monastery? I was unaware.”
“…….”
“Now that I’m about to become the head of the household, are there things happening in the house that even the head doesn’t know about?”
“Of course, I should have informed you.”
Adel hastily scrambled for an excuse.
“I’ve been handing over the tasks I managed to other maids, planning to seek your approval once everything is sorted out.”
“Do you think I would believe that, Adel? I know you’re always looking for a way to escape.”
His interrogation was stern. To not show her intimidated heart, Adel widened her eyes and spoke clearly.
“It’s not an excuse. I’ve been really busy these last few days, overseeing the funeral…”
“Was it Greta? The maid seems very leisurely. Since the Duchess is fasting, you should be more attentive.”
Oscar cut off Adel’s words and gestured to Greta. Understanding his hidden meaning, Adel’s face turned pale. He was subtly telling her to leave the place.
“But, Duke Oscar…”
Greta hesitated, and he urged her again.
“Do you think I would do something in the corridor? With my brother’s body lying over there?”
Adel gasped at his shameless behavior. Just a few days ago in the corridor, he questioned her about being his sister-in-law, and now…
Caught between the tense standoff, Greta looked alternately at Adel and Oscar, her face expressing confusion, unsure of what to do.
Oscar stood with his arms crossed, gazing obliquely down at her, refusing to back down. Adel bit her lip. Arguing here would only draw more attention.
‘It’s not a completely deserted corridor like last time…’
Finally, Adel nodded in approval.
“Go ahead. I’ll be here. Send a guard if you see one.”
“…I’ll be back soon.”
Adel watched Greta’s retreating figure with a desperate look. Oscar, unable to hold back, burst into laughter at her gaze, and Adel stepped back a few paces.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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