“On the first day that the precious lady has arrived.”
“A commemorative day like this cannot be without alcohol.”
Quietly taking turns speaking, the knights looked eagerly at Bethany.
If it was about alcohol, dozens of kegs filled with beer and wine were piled next to them.
Just as Olivia was tilting her head, Edwin whispered.
“Bethany brews alcohol as a hobby. The fruit wine is really good.”
Olivia was quite good with alcohol. To endure the icelike social world, she had to drink lightly.
So when she first received Bethany’s fruit wine, Olivia grinned with confidence. But this was different from the sweet alcohol of the capital.
“……I’m drunk. Shall we catch some fresh air?”
Her pale face flushing red, she nodded her head. Olivia’s smiling lips curled upward.
Edwin smoothly escorted Olivia’s staggering steps. And when the two left the banquet hall, there was a moment of silence as if cold water had been thrown, and then the noise was as loud as a chandelier falling.
(This is a time separator.)
A breeze swept across her hot cheeks. Olivia bowed her head with a slightly numb feeling. The cold stone sensation of the hopeful balcony was felt entirely in her arm.
In the sudden chill, Olivia shivered. Edwin chuckled and wrapped Olivia in a robe. Instant warmth embraced her body. Olivia lifted her arms to look down at the robe. It was the robe that Bethany had embroidered.
“The ducal castle may be enchanted, but you must not take the northern night lightly, Olivia.”
“Is it okay to wrap me in such a precious robe?”
Edwin’s lips slightly lifted. His deep eyes, round at the ends, looked at Olivia with red pupils.
“Of course. I can give it all. What’s a robe?”
Looking at Edwin’s face, which shook his head as if it were nothing, Olivia’s heart pounded. It must be the alcohol. Repeating it like a spell, Olivia’s gaze kept drifting to Edwin.
At the moment their eyes met, Olivia froze as if she were a herbivore before a predator. The deep red eyes, filled with greed, thoroughly scanned Olivia. A tiny earlobe visible between the white neck and hair.
Somewhere, the thumping sound of a heartbeat grew loud. It could have been Edwin or herself.
When his slow gaze began to rise.
Olivia cried out without realizing.
“Water!”
At the unexpected cry, a smile appeared in Edwin’s eyes. Olivia hung her head and mumbled, her face flushing hotly. It was all because of the alcohol.
“……I want water. My throat is dry.”
“……I’m glad you drank today, Olivia.”
His voice, falling heavily, tickled her ears. Olivia nodded, her head lowered. With a soft laugh, Edwin told her to wait just a moment and walked away.
The maids, who had been waiting at a distance, came up behind her as if it was only natural. They then bowed their heads, looking at Olivia with slightly excited faces.
Why was Vicander so perfect? If I had known the welcome would be so full, I might have worried a little less.
Olivia smiled slowly. At that moment, a familiar chill settled in a corner of her heart.
It was anxiety.
“Because of my sister, really…….”
The words Esella said to me on the day I wore the pink diamond necklace Edwin gave me, and was happy, will never be erased.
I have already experienced that bad things happen when I am happiest. So I should have been careful.
With eyes narrowed in the gentle breeze, Olivia looked around. Then, upon seeing a corner of the garden, Olivia blinked.
It felt like the alcohol had suddenly worn off.
A knight was standing in one corner of the garden, glaring at me.
A knight with intense red hair and brown eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
Edwin’s voice came from behind. Reflexively turning back, and then looking forward again, the knight was gone. Was it because I was drunk? Or…
“Ah, here you are.”
Olivia took the water with a trembling voice, hiding her shock. I can find it later if I want to.
A knight who clearly shows hostility like that, at least.
.
.
.
But there was no need to search separately.
“These are Vicander’s knights. Except for those who have gone out to hunt beasts on the borders, they are all gathered.”
Looking at the many knights lined up, Olivia’s eyes widened. The knight with the intense red hair. He was saluting her.
“……Nice to meet you, Miss. I am Dian Stjelin, a knight loyal to the Duke of Vicander.”
Listening to that heavy voice, Olivia thought of her definition of Vicander.
Vicander. A place full of welcome and celebration.
I must add one more thing.
And,
A place where hostility coexists.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
