The princess and, of course, even the Empress had left their seats without a trace. The image of the princess’s face, once flushed with shame, floated up, and the Emperor suppressed his anger as he looked at the Duke.
Always looking up at me with an emotionless face, my dog was smiling next to the crown prince’s fiancée.
A vile, crawling creature.
How dare.
How dare act without knowing your place.
The Emperor barely lifted his stern mouth.
The white crystal mine that that rascal wanted most was still in my hands.
For the mere sake of that mine, the one who had started the entire war.
The Emperor thought of ways to trap him. It was not time to let him go yet.
“…… It’s time to think about the princess’s marriage.”
The Emperor’s gritty words were met with a bow from the seasoned steward.
[This is the time separator]In the middle of the banquet hall, Olivia exhaled lightly. Tension brushed over her emotionless face and passed.
“Why are you shaking so much? You’re shaking more now than when you accepted my vow.”
“What could be more nervewracking than a debut dance?”
“First dance?”
The Duke repeated Olivia’s words with a slightly surprised look. Olivia smiled slyly. It was a little embarrassing because she was the second person not to know this fact after Eshela.
The Duke, who was looking elsewhere, suddenly blurted out.
“…… I also have my first dance today.”
“That’s a big deal.”
Without noticing the tip of his blackhaired ear turning red, Olivia seriously added,
“But don’t worry too much. I’ve practiced a lot, so I won’t step on your feet.”
“Well, it seems like it wouldn’t matter if my foot got stamped on by that shoe heel.”
“……What?”
Olivia, who had been counting the beats, looked up at the Duke.
“If my foot gets messed up, you’ll take responsibility, won’t you?”
The Duke’s smile deepened. Olivia began to dance while figuring out whether his joke was true or false.
The Duke’s lead, unbelievably for a firsttimer, was excellent. There was even the composure to make eye contact to check Olivia’s tempo from time to time.
“……You, saying it’s your first time.”
Olivia snapped and then realized her mistake. It was funny that she was jealous of the Duke’s dancing skills.
What am I saying?
Olivia hurriedly looked for other words. The Duke narrowed his eyes as if amused and retorted.
“I told you, didn’t I? I’m good at everything I do with my body.”
Of course, that’s the case.
Certainly, here’s the translation for the passage, adhering to the guidelines provided:
Olivia was easily persuaded but was a little sulky on the inside. Still, unlike me, who was in a hurry for the first dance, she didn’t know how to lead her partner skillfully.
“……I didn’t know you could dance this well.”
“True. I’m a little disappointed, though.”
“What?”
“I had hoped to step on the heel of your shoe a bit. But I lead too well, don’t I?”
Olivia was at a loss for words for a moment.
Duke Vicander, who spoke without a change of face, really seemed disappointed, even sighing softly.
It was so shameless that Olivia inadvertently relaxed her face and smiled faintly.
Is this man really Duke Vicander, who goes around with the rumor of being a butcher?
So sly and yet…
“Ah.”
Olivia, who suddenly floated in midair, let out a small sound in surprise. The Duke twirled her around, lifting her up. Olivia, who landed lightly, opened her eyes wide like a rabbit.
The moment she thought the Duke’s red eyes seemed to deepen,
He whispered in Olivia’s ear, drawing his body close in an instant.
“What are you thinking about?”
The Duke, who pulled away as quickly as he had come close, smiled innocently. Olivia, feeling her ears burn, laughed it off.
“I was thinking about the precious gift I received.”
“I’m honored that you appreciate it. It’s rewarding from the giver’s point of view.”
Duke Vicander raised his chin. His arrogant emotion was blatantly revealed on his face. Wanting to tease that face, Olivia changed the subject.
“I was talking about the sword. ‘Airaruten.'”
“Oh. You lift people up and then put them down, don’t you?”
“I’m the one being lifted, you know?”
The Duke lifted Olivia up, timing it perfectly.
I didn’t know that floating felt so good. I didn’t know that waltzing breathlessly could be this exhilarating.
With her hair flowing, Olivia gently closed her eyes.
The Duke, taking in every expression of Olivia’s, grinned in response.
“……You even joke well.”
“Me?”
Olivia opened her eyes wide, hands clasped.
“It’s the first time I’ve heard that.”
Among the many words describing Olivia, there were none about her being funny. Stiff and boring maybe.
“So, no one has ever said you’re witty?”
“Not even once.”
“Oh. The people around you must have a distorted view.”
At the Duke’s serious face, Olivia burst into laughter.
It’s really strange. Is it because it’s the first time I’ve laughed at a banquet? Or is it because of that man who makes me laugh no matter what he says?
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 🙂
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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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