Gillian suddenly turned away from Munde.
He thought he had just heard something.
He didn’t know what it was, but he felt a chill run down his spine and his neck stiffened.
It was an unsettling feeling.
However, all that was behind him was a white darkness; nothing else.
“……”
No matter how long he stared, nothing changed.
All that was here was his eyes.
And the ferocious wind.
If there was anything else, it would have frozen long ago.
What a disturbing sound.
What other sound could he hear in a place where the ferocious wind seemed to tear everything apart?
It might just have been a delusion born from his restless mind.
Gillian roughly rubbed his frozen face with his cold hands.
He shouldn’t, but his mind was continuously stolen by thoughts that sporadically crossed it.
“Wait for me.”
Just like this.
“Come quickly.”
His head was filled with thoughts of Bianca.
Even though he clearly knew he shouldn’t, it was beyond his control.
He had come to this place of his own volition, letting go of a hand that wouldn’t be released, taking steps that wouldn’t part.
He had to distance himself.
As soon as possible.
Even though he knew better than anyone that he had no choice, he couldn’t help but hit rock bottom emotionally.
With cold, settled eyes, Gillian stared into the far distance.
“Ha……”
As his white breath clouded his vision, a face whiter than that suddenly appeared clearly in his mind.
A small face that wore all its emotions, full of discontent.
And yet, she had said to go and come back safely.
At that moment, Gillian clenched his frozen, stiff hands, and let out a sigh that seemed to deflate.
Really mischievous.
If she had clung to him crying or gotten properly angry, he wouldn’t have been this troubled.
Whether she knew or not, it was truly amazing.
Well, it had to be at least this much for someone worthy of being a Barlock.
If Bianca knew, she would be surprised; Gillian’s expression vanished from his face at that thought.
He saw something through the tightly whirling snowstorm.
For a moment, Gillian raised his voice.
“Blat!”
Before the response could return, Gillian yelled again.
“Check the knights! Find out where they are!”
He had forgotten, surrounded as he was by the seemingly neverending snowstorm.
That time was running out.
A sudden realization brought a surge of anxiety.
“Blat!”
Gillian’s roar reverberated through the white sky.
The exhausted knights began to return, soaked in snow and sweat.
The ground was frozen solid, harder than rock, and the knights couldn’t dig as much as they had hoped.
However, no one hesitated.
Even before the three hours Gillian had mentioned had passed, a different kind of denseness overtook them.
The atmosphere, spreading thickly and heavily, seemed to cut them off and thrust them into another world.
They couldn’t see even an arm’s length in front of them.
Nothing was visible.
The knights moved solely relying on Blat’s voice, which called out the retreat orders.
“Has everyone returned?”
“Everyone has returned without exception.”
Inside the command room.
Upon hearing Blat’s report, Gillian immediately ordered the weary knights to be pulled back.
Although others couldn’t see, beyond the window where his eyes reached, everything was painted pitch black.
The wave had started.
Everything was happening faster than expected.
If he had wavered, seeing the discontent on Bianca’s face as she bid him farewell and just sunk down holding her, he might have faced those things in the wilderness.
A thought of how close it had been involuntarily made his hairs stand on end.
“……what?”
Snapped out of his thoughts by a voice, Gillian regained his composure.
“What should we prepare first?”
“Ah.”
Meeting a straightforward gaze focused solely on him, Gillian shook his head to clear it.
“I suppose the catapults would be best?”
“Wait.”
Gillian turned his gaze and looked far beyond the window.
Opening his power to enhance his vision, he began to see the chunks disintegrate into smaller pieces.
The disintegrated chunks soon started to take on a grotesque form.
Long tentacles and a mouth that spewed toxic mist.
Though its movement was considerably slower than the first creature that had emerged from the wave, it was tricky to handle because it sprayed toxic mist.
Its size had increased, but it was still slow in action, which was somewhat fortunate.
The concern, however, was the arthropods emitting a hazy fog.
It wasn’t an issue for him, but it could be problematic for his knights if their ‘vision’ was obstructed.
“Where are they?”
A swarm of arthropods started to appear in the distance, densely packed.
These too seemed to have evolved; not just in size, but also in speed.
However, Gillian couldn’t shake off his uneasy expression even after confirming all of this.
Just tentacled creatures and arthropods alone wouldn’t suffice to create this massive fog.
“Why is that?”
The moment Vlady approached the muttering Gillian—
Boom!
The ground shook, trembling the standing legs with the impact.
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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