Old marble statues caught my eye.
There were too many gods in this world.
Douglas kindly explained.
“The one with the sword is Lord Tatos, the god of war. The one with the wolf is Lady Morasinshia, the goddess of healing. Statues of the god of literature, agriculture, and the sea are over there.”
“Why does the goddess of healing keep a wolf? And why are her eyes covered?”
“Lady Morasinshia’s wolf is said to be a creature that finds the root of all illnesses.”
“It’s fascinating.”
“I learned that covering the eyes means treating the rich and poor, nobles and commoners equally in terms of healing.”
“Such a god cannot exist.”
Memories of a past life welled up, and bitterness was held in.
“The poor always die first. Saying that death is equal to all is nonsense.”
Douglas flinched at the firm attitude.
I had died of an infectious disease while volunteering abroad in my past life.
There were few countries that had responded properly to the new infectious disease that struck the world.
South Korea was among the safest, but I was staying in a country that couldn’t even properly equip medical facilities.
Being infected, I couldn’t board the chartered flight sent from my homeland.
The epidemic had turned a poor but peaceful country into a hellish place devoid of humanity.
Murders occurred over a bag of flour, a tank of oxygen.
Unburied corpses were strewn all over the streets.
I had given a child an oxygen respirator for that reason.
‘I wanted to give up everything. The miserable environment, the life I had to struggle through alone. I just seized the opportunity to die using the child as an excuse. Do I deserve to live a new life like this?’
Although I vowed not to give up, occasionally depressing memories overwhelmed me.
Douglas tapped my shoulder lightly.
He had somehow managed to put on a dusty appearance, covered with white dust and cobwebs.
“This is a divine object passed down through our family.”
Douglas held out a small box covered with red leather.
A copper seal was affixed to the lid, and the goddess Morashincia was engraved in relief on the surface.
Upon opening the box, an old monocle was seen resting on a velvet cushion.
“An old copper monocle?”
“It may look shabby, but it’s a divine object. By offering the divine object, you can defy the Emperor’s command. Just once, though.”
“Are you saying you would use the edict for me?”
“I would not hesitate to give anything to Elizabeth.”
“But we’re divorced.”
“It’s embarrassing, but I have such a passage in the novel I wrote.”
“What passage?”
“Someone in love often does foolish things. Even knowing it’s futile and silly, they don’t stop. And they are not sorry, but happy. Because it confirms that their love is true.”
Staring at me, Douglas recited the lines.
Something, whether in my face or stomach, kept tingling.
A man who always stood upright. A sentence he had written thinking of me.
His sincerity seemed to engrave itself, letter by letter, into my heart.
For a moment, it seemed I could forget Claudia and Nikolai.
Even if I couldn’t accept Douglas’s love.
‘Love is too much for my situation. All I can do for Douglas is not give him false hope. But why does my heart keep pounding? How pathetic.’
A subtle silence poked and prodded the small chapel.
Douglas’s gaze at me deepened.
Unable to bear the awkward atmosphere, I grabbed the monocle.
“Thank you. I’ll gratefully use the divine object.”
“Don’t touch the divine object carelessly!”
It was too late a warning.
A brilliant white light poured out of the monocle.
It was a light that felt both gripping and familiar.
「A righteous deceased has found the eye of Morashincia. A special privilege is given. Will you accept it?」
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.”
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