Entered Balrog’s front yard, and you’re this casual in front of the owner?
That meant there was a corner of belief. Something remarkable enough to twist Balrog with one hand.
Zillian blinked slowly. Let’s maximize sensory abilities—faint sounds of armor clashing and the smell of iron merging.
In an instant, nerves spiked. “What the…”
It was a moment when the overflowing excitement made his breath rough. Fresh blood.
The too peaceful sound of breathing tickled his eardrums. The nerves, which had risen dramatically at the sound, relaxed at the sight of the deeply asleep-like, rhythmic, and cute sound.
Zillian slowly scanned the person standing opposite him. In the black night, the figure standing against the darkness was the king of the south.
Karthan of abundance, the master of the vast land, had black hair and black eyes like fertile soil.
“Ah…”
As if sighing, Zillian burst into laughter. How could one not recognize that face? Although there was no direct contact, Zillian knew the person well.
During a routine report to the imperial family, he had seen the lingering gaze he sent to Bianca as she passed by.
Without even knowing what expression he had, he had thoughtlessly stared at her, and expected to miss it completely like a fool. Was she unexpectedly clever enough to notice his desire and follow him?
She was cunning enough to seize an opportunity when the owner was absent. But in the end, a rat was just a rat.
Holding the sore hand lightly, which had been used excessively, Zillian spoke as he opened his mouth.
The voice that cut through the night air was chilling. “Does the rat from the south have no shame or dignity? To intrude into someone else’s house without an invitation and make a commotion.”
Thud. The frost that had accumulated overnight on his wet boots crumbled.
“Or maybe it’s because he doesn’t have a head to think about it?”
“Even though you know who I am, barking like this. Your muzzle is dirtier than I expected.”
“Like you, a beast with an owner, I have no interest in anyone other than my Termina.”
Thud. In the midst of the unpleasant conversation, the distance between the two narrowed terrifyingly.
If Zillian wanted, it wouldn’t be difficult to snatch the young emperor’s neck right away. But he didn’t. Instead, he generously stepped aside, as if to say, “Shall I let you pass?”
“Since your eyes are frozen, why don’t you go back now?”
“How long can you be insolent? I want to see and find out.”
Feeling the cold wind tapping on his cheek, Zillian, who was looking at the king of the south, smiled chillingly.
“Pitifully… You won’t receive any news of waiting.”
“Should I answer that insolence won’t last long?”
Despite his reluctance to engage, Izar responded promptly. He seemed to be trying to drag out the time, but the fierce clash of metal had ended a while ago.
Zillian, who widened his lips with a smirk, suddenly grabbed Izar’s neck.
“Izar Karthan. Do not show mercy. Take what’s yours and leave.”
“Ugh, what…”
Zillian looked down at Izar with disinterested eyes as the breathless man tried to understand the situation. The lowered neckline looked sinisterly split.
“You don’t know the subject, which is unfortunate, but today, I’ll commend you for having a great insight.”
“Cough.”
However, what was important was this.
The sound of tightening his collar still whispered serenity and peace.
The realization that he was right here.
“I, now, am truly going to my home. If what’s left is a rat, I’ll make an appropriate decision. If what’s left is Balroc’s knight, I am determined to give him the fitting reward.”
“Can you continue to be insolent in the future?”
In the blink of an eye, Julian closed the distance and grabbed Izzar’s neck.
“Izzar Karthan. Show no mercy. Take what’s yours and leave.”
“Huh, what…”
Julian looked down at the breathless Izzar with uninterested eyes, his gaze falling on the flushed Izzar.
The fallen golden mane was ominously split.
“It’s unfortunate that you don’t understand the subject, but today, I will commend you for having a great insight.”
“Cough.”
“Such southern lords mean nothing to me, and any tricks won’t work. I’ll tell you in advance.”
The tone was mocking, as if he underestimated the owner of the vast territory as much as the empire, but Izzar remained silent.
He was now overwhelmingly disadvantaged.
A little more, just a little more time, and how would it have been?
Izzar anxiously gazed at the castle.
The time to come out had come.
However, Izzar also knew.
Even if he had captured the princess, it was of no use as long as Valroc returned.
What if he had taken her with him?
This beast couldn’t stand idly by as something was taken right in front of it.
It might explode as it pleased.
Unluckily, he had no choice.
It was time to focus on the next opportunity.
“Take your rat and get out right away.”
The tightly gripped throat, soaked with guilt, slackened, and Izzar stumbled backward.
Cough, cough.
With a burst, his momentarily blocked breath erupted, and Izzar, sprawled on the ground, coughed up blood for a while.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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