Seduce With The Body Of An Enemy (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“What… what is this….”
Marianne’s eyes were filled with shock.
“Hearing Father’s words only strengthened my certainty.”
“…….”
“I must follow him.”
“……! Follow… His Highness?”
Because it was a dangerous task, Marianne’s hands trembled.
Just in case, I pressed a hidden stealth scroll into her hand and whispered softly.
“Yes. If you follow Tikan, you’ll find out whom His Highness is meeting.”
Thanks to Tikan’s fame among the noble ladies, no one failed to recognize him.
Marianne was no exception—she asked no further questions.
‘I always said being too famous was pointless, yet here it proves useful. Well done, my blood.’
Marianne hesitantly glanced back and forth several times between my disheveled appearance and the scroll.
Somehow, her look of pity toward me grew even deeper.
Perhaps that was why she made up her mind so quickly.
“Don’t worry. I’ll go investigate.”
Hmph—was my appearance really that pitiful? At least I’d achieved my goal.
When I nodded, Marianne hurriedly vanished outside.
Only after her figure disappeared did I finally catch sight of my reflection in the mirror.
‘This is serious.’
*
Marianne returned with an answer ten days later.
“On the first day, after finishing his knightly duties, he met with the investigator.”
‘So Cassius noticed it too.’
After that, Marianne continued reporting his daily routine, day by day.
A useful movement pattern finally appeared on the tenth day.
“On the tenth day, Sir Rodgo visited His Majesty’s quarters.”
Marianne spoke with bright enthusiasm.
“It seems His Majesty has no other woman. I was worried because of all those strange rumors, so this is truly a relief.”
Her cheerful voice continued, but my mind was too scattered to hear it clearly.
My thoughts raced feverishly.
There had been no mention of it yet in the council meetings. That likely meant Sir Rodgo still hadn’t uncovered the origin of the mark.
‘Even Sir Rodgo couldn’t uncover it.’
My fists clenched reflexively.
Rodgo and I had worked together multiple times back when he served as Cassius’s aide, so we were acquainted.
Once the most promising mage in the imperial court, he’d grumbled bitterly about being sidelined ever since I appeared.
Though clearly second to me, his skill was undeniable.
After all, I was simply a prodigy—if I hadn’t existed, he would’ve easily become the foremost authority in the imperial court.
‘Even Sir Rodgo failed to uncover it…’
So Snowfell possessed a powerful mage. A suffocating pressure squeezed my chest.
‘If only I still had my magic, I could easily gauge his level and deal with him…’
I’d never felt the loss of my magic more acutely.
But I had no intention of letting Duke Diarobe have his way.
‘Someone who’s done it once won’t be allowed to do it again.’
If we let this incident slide, Diarobe would only grow bolder in pursuing his goals.
That meant Father and Tikan could suffer unknown consequences.
Of course, now that Cassius knew, he’d surely keep a close watch over Rosemary—but that alone wasn’t enough to reassure me.
Tap, tap—my mind raced faster than usual.
If I couldn’t solve it myself, I’d have to set things in motion.
‘I must ensure Cassius uncovers the origin of the mark.’
The simplest solution would be for me to join the investigation team and reveal the mark’s source myself.
But could anything be more absurd than me doing such a thing?
‘Cassius would surely find it suspicious.’
Worse yet, Duke Diarobe would notice my odd behavior even before Cassius did.
‘A way to inform him without anyone knowing…’
It wasn’t difficult—just risky.
*
Time in the Crown Prince’s palace passed faster than ever.
Nothing drove a person crazier than having strong suspicions but no concrete evidence.
For the past few days, Cassius had only dug just deep enough to stay alive.
If Rodgo’s analysis didn’t conclude properly, even the scant evidence they’d found might vanish like mist. How infuriating.
While my insides burned, time flowed calmly onward.
Hoping it might help uncover the mark’s origin, I pulled out a grimoire—but it only contained incomprehensible symbols.
I’d already been circling the same page for days.
Even seasoned mages who’d devoted lifetimes to magic would struggle to decipher it—there was no way he could succeed.
Just as my sense of time began to blur, footsteps approached the Crown Prince’s quarters.
“Sir Rodgo has arrived.”
Cassius nodded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
His gaze, fixed on Rodgo as he rushed in, held sheer desperation.
As if sensing it, Rodgo reported breathlessly without even catching his breath.
“I’ve uncovered the origin of the mark.”
Cassius’s eyes blazed as he took the mark passed through Tikan.
The sigil Rodgo had deciphered… was so predictable it drew a hollow laugh from him.
Tikan, too, instantly recognized the symbol’s meaning faster than anyone else.
“Isn’t this the Snowfell family sigil?”
Noticing the ominous atmosphere, Rodgo hurried his report.
“My analysis shows it was a dispelling magic circle.”
“A dispelling magic circle?”
That was used only to unseal bound magic.
‘They used such a rarely employed magic circle in someone else’s estate?’
Snowfell had clearly aimed to dismantle Rosemary’s warding and do something nefarious.
‘Did Snowfell really kidnap Rachel?’
Cassius’s tendons bulged as if he wanted to crush the sigil in his hand.
Amid the heavy silence, Rodgo hesitantly opened his mouth.
“I, um… also…”
“What is it?”
“I was only able to decipher this magic circle thanks to this letter.”
Anyone else would’ve hidden such help to claim full credit.
Besides, it was just an anonymous slip of paper.
But Rodgo wasn’t the type to steal credit—even from someone unknown.
Thus, a mysterious letter soon lay in Cassius’s hands.
Though blank of words, it plainly contained various dispelling techniques and definitions.
“You may not know, but this is an interpretive diagram meant for mages.”
Cassius couldn’t tear his eyes from the letter.
Drawn within were the very sigils Rachel always sketched and added extra flourishes to.
To recognize her just from those simple circles and lines—not even her handwriting—made him wonder if he’d truly gone mad.
His thoughts, spiraling like a storm, didn’t stop there.
The subtle tremor in each line, their flow, the weight of their endings—all evoked her vividly. The whirlwind of thoughts ended with an absurd certainty.
The sender of this letter might be Rachel. No—it felt less like suspicion and more like conviction.
His hand gripping the letter trembled.
“Who sent this?”
Rodgo’s explanation stopped short. He’d assumed Cassius was solely focused on the mark’s origin—why suddenly ask about the letter’s sender?
Moreover, the Crown Prince’s face had gone deathly pale.
“I couldn’t determine that. Last night, an imp flew in and delivered this before leaving.”
Cassius’s brow furrowed deeply.
Seeing his master’s unusual state, Tikan dismissed Rodgo.
Once Rodgo left, Cassius handed the letter to Tikan and murmured quietly.
“Rachel is alive.”
“…What?”
Only then did Tikan re-examine the letter.
But there was no way his sister could have sent it.
If she were alive, she’d have no reason to send a secret letter.
Even if not to her husband, she’d surely have appeared before either Tikan or their father.
Yet Tikan couldn’t bring himself to say this aloud. No one in their right mind would utter such words seeing his master’s current state.
‘He’ll come to terms with it eventually,’ Tikan thought—but his hope was shattered instantly.
“I’ll issue a search warrant. Go to Snowfell immediately and capture that mage.”
“Right… now?”
“Is there a problem?”
“They might make an issue of it at Snowfell.”
“So what?”
A predatory glint shone in Cassius’s eyes—the look of a beast before the kill.
Tikan wished his master wouldn’t overexert himself for his sister’s sake.
She wouldn’t want that either—and above all… she likely hadn’t even gone missing because of Snowfell.
“It would be more proper to apprehend him through official channels…”
“That sort of courtesy is reserved for worthy opponents.”
Though spoken softly, Tikan couldn’t miss the lethal intent in his voice.
“There’s no time.”
Faced with his master’s firm declaration, Tikan had no choice but to bow his head.
“Understood.”
As Tikan turned to leave, he paused and faced his master once more.
“What shall we do about your luncheon with Her Highness?”
Cassius let out a bitter laugh, remembering the luncheon he’d nearly forgotten. To scheme so shamelessly while pretending ignorance to her face—
‘The level of revulsion truly defies imagination.’
Tikan stared blankly at Cassius’s sneering expression.
*
As luncheon time neared, the Crown Princess’s palace bustled with activity.
Cassius had canceled the luncheon days ago and given no word since.
Hoping he might come today, servants busied themselves arranging the table pointlessly.
Marianne, of course, was leading the preparations.
But with no news even at this hour, Cassius clearly had no intention of coming again today.
By now, Sir Rodgo should’ve deciphered the interpretive diagram from my letter.
‘I wonder if Cassius has realized Snowfell is behind this.’
If so, it’d be better not to meet him today.
Encountering an angry Cassius wouldn’t lead to seduction—avoiding a divorce declaration would be lucky enough.
“I’ll go ask him again myself.”
Just as I moved to speak—
Bang—
The grand doors slammed open, and Cassius strode in.
Instantly, Marianne and the servants vanished outside.
Left alone, the air between us grew deadly sharp.
One look at his expression told me everything.
‘He knows it was Snowfell’s doing.’
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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