Alfonso stood on the eastern tower of the twin towers at the front of the central palace, looking down at the departing guests from the ball. Yearning to see even the back of his departing lover, whom he couldn’t greet in person.
In the distance, he saw a girl with black hair in a blue dress and a young man with silver hair under a red cloak waiting for a carriage.
“Raphael, that lad.”
Alfonso found it odd that Raphael was standing too close to Ariadne, and he found himself somewhat ridiculous for being wary even of his friend.
‘Just protect her well.’
He decided to be more generous.
The man in the red cloak helped the lady in the blue dress onto the carriage. She climbed into the carriage and looked down. The carriage stood still for a moment, then started moving with only the woman inside.
‘……?’
Alfonso frowned and looked closely below. Raphael was slowly waving his hand towards the carriage.
‘Why did they leave separately?’
Something was strange about the carriage. Alfonso had hinted to the coachman of the carriage that was supposed to pick up Ariadne and Raphael, because he wanted to present Ariadne with his ‘Signora Offerta.’
If things had gone according to his plan, the coachman would have delivered the ‘Signora Offerta’ to Ariadne in front of Raphael. But the coachman didn’t bring out anything that looked like a present.
Alfonso’s suspicious gaze caught a strange movement of the carriage.
“!”
Instead of heading directly south to the rotary, the carriage changed direction towards the west and began to run at a furious speed.
“What is this!”
Realizing the situation, Alfonso sprinted from the twin towers at full speed. That’s not the carriage I sent. There’s something wrong with Ariadne.
[This is the time separator]Ariadne noticed that the speed of the carriage was faster than that of a normal palace carriage.
“Could you slow down a bit?”
As the carriage increased its speed to the point just before a fullout sprint, the body of the roofless carriage shook terribly from side to side. Ariadne clung tightly to the inside handle, fearing she might be thrown out of the carriage.
“Hello?”
But the coachman didn’t answer. Ariadne felt that something was wrong. The sense of discomfort she’d been feeling was gradually making sense.
The palace carriage that arrived unusually early, the page for the royal audience were all young and slender, but this coachman was unusually older and overweight, his head was lowered so as not to show his face! This is not a real palace carriage.
She hastily looked around inside the carriage. It would be nice to have something to use as a weapon……!
‘If I smack that coachman’s back of the head…….’
If she could attack the coachman, the carriage would naturally stop.
But the inside of the royal guest carriage was clean, and there was nothing but blue velvet cushions.
Ariadne quickly picked up a blue cushion and threw it out of the carriage without hesitation.
‘Someone please find that cushion……!’
Next, she checked her possessions. It would have been nice if she had brought a sharp jewel comb in her hair. A decorative comb for hair can be used like an awl because the tail is sharp.
But unfortunately, she had a halfup hairstyle, and instead of a decorative comb, she wore a light hair net on her head.
Suddenly Ariadne remembered the ‘Signora Offerta’ box that Raphael had given her, and she opened it.
What came out of it was a thick and sturdy decorative ribbon string with diamonds inserted in blue satin.
‘This is it……!’
The satin ribbon was quite sturdy. She rolled the thick ribbon string in her hands at a suitable width.
Ariadne positioned herself with her legs spread kneewide in the swaying carriage backseat, and with all her might, she strangled the coachman’s neck from behind with the string.
“Hya!”
“Ugh!”
The coachman screamed in surprise and pulled the string strangling his neck with his right hand. He inadvertently let go of one of the reins he was holding in both hands. Suddenly losing its rider, the horse on the right raised its front leg and flailed.
Thud!
“Ha……!”
The carriage jolted sharply, Ariadne was thrown against the carriage wall, and she couldn’t help but let out a small groan. However, she never let go of the ribbon that was almost choking the old coachman, carrying her full weight.
“Ugh!”
The coachman groaned and struggled. The right horse broke free and ran off diagonally, while the left horse, still held by the reins, kept running straight. The carriage shook violently.
Although he had given his neck to the surprise attack, the coachman was twice as big as Ariadne. He was of average height but weighed much more than an average man. As massive as he was slow, but as heavy as he was strong.
“Eek!”
He tried to pull the ribbon with one hand to free himself. Ariadne clung on with all her strength.
“Die!”
“Damn wench!”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
