“When the old man dies, it will be above the graves of those bastards. This old man’s life, fighting on the suppression front, was tough from the beginning. There is no death as righteous as dying with those bastards. The pain of dying with them is not as righteous as dying with them.”
Pedelin gripped his trembling arm. Where the forearm was severed, phantom pain took its place. Even if the arm was cut off, the forearm occasionally ached with the pain of those bastards chewing on his body.
“How about it?”
“What do you mean?”
“The sense of alienation… It’s a feeling I’m starting to sense even by your side.”
The words of the Second Knight were not a simple excuse.
“Do not let me exist alone.”
Do not let the eyes filled with melancholy touch the empty space alone.
The gloomy melancholy settled deep in the bones and gnawed at the body like eating bone fragments.
“I think I know why you were silent.”
“Let it be silent.”
“There is no reason for this old man to provoke, so don’t worry.”
Benjamin remembered Sharlov, whom he revived last night.
“…I always feel it, but you don’t seem like someone who held a sword for the first time.”
“There was something odd from the beginning.”
Pedelin thought of the empress.
“I’m dedicated only to killing enemies without protecting my own body. It’s like the struggle of realizing death and trying to kill one more. Kkuung, understand this. It’s innate.”
“Innate, you say?”
“It’s congenital. Such individuals are generally sacrificial.”
“Indeed, I will sacrifice my body first.”
When you need to let go.
The empress will be the first to let go of herself.
“Did you expect it?”
“The lives of swordsmen are like that. If I didn’t expect today when I first handed you the sword, it would be a lie.”
Pedelin does not regret his decision.
The sword is a weapon to kill enemies and a defense to protect oneself.
“The more means you have to defend yourself, the better.”
Protecting oneself is better than futilely taking one’s last breath in front of death.
“You won’t have guilt.”
“If there’s a change on the suppression front, report it immediately.”
Pedelin placed his left arm on his chest and bowed.
“Receive the royal decree.”
With his outer garment draped over his shoulders, Pedelin’s sturdy back made it difficult to find the gap in his empty sleeve.
Even with one arm severed, Pedelin clung to the hilt of the sword more tenaciously, leading the mercenary unit.
Killing the monsters that killed his child and grandson, building their graves together, and dying there.
That would be Pedelin’s final death.
“What should I do with you?”
Benjamin sat silently next to Sharlov.
“Why are you crying again?”
The sleeping Sharlov continued to cry, not knowing what was sad.
“Cry quietly.”
“…”
“It’s like a child who’s about to leave.”
Benjamin brushed Sharlov’s cheek. The hand that wiped away tears was moistened with droplets.
“Don’t cry.”
Because he wouldn’t let him cry so easily.
The day had dawned. It was different from the day before when the mist had thickened. Rain washed away the dust, and the sky cleared.
Sharlov blinked his eyes slowly. His eyelids trembled.
The furniture looked unfamiliar. A simple fireplace crackled against a rough wall.
The window was wide open. The sunlight, not completely covered by the curtain, poured in.
‘Is it already bright?’
Sharlov lifted the quilt and touched the mattress.
Stepping on the mattress with bare feet, the soft texture made his body feel relaxed.
“Your Majesty, have you woken up?”
Sharlov blinked his eyes.
“Your Majesty?”
Far away, the grand city wall unfolded before his eyes. Bathed in backlight, the city wall looked majestic from a distance, and the grandeur of the city gate seemed to convey the steadfastness of Purfuta defending the suppression front. The city wall stretched long, protecting the territory.
A flag fluttered. The coat of arms with a brave shield and a sword stuck into it was the symbol of Purfuta.
Called the ‘White Mansion,’ this place, also known as the ‘White Castle,’ looked like a magnificent military facility with its white fence resembling a city wall.
“Come in.”
“I brought some washing water.”
The handmaids of the Marquisate were busy outside.
“You’ve sweated a lot. I was about to call for a physician, but you seemed to stabilize, so I let you sleep comfortably for now.”
“The body feels refreshed.”
“If you feel uncomfortable, please feel free to tell me.”
“I’m fine now.”
As Sharlov scanned the empty space, a maid from the Marquisate spoke on behalf.
“The Emperor left the seat for a meeting with the suppression unit. When he wakes up, he insists that you not forget to eat.”
Sharlov nodded gently.
“A light stew will be enough.”
“Well, if your stomach feels heavy, I will have them prepare easily digestible food in the kitchen.”
Soon, a maid brought seafood stew. Plump shrimp and finely chopped abalone created a delightful texture.
The spices were not overpowering but enhanced the rich flavor. While eating the stew, Sharlov tilted his head, looking out the window.
“What are you looking at?”
“There are many mercenaries outside.”
“Due to the frequent appearance of monsters, there are many mercenaries in Purfuta.”
If it weren’t for monsters, Purfuta might have been even larger, but because of monsters, it became a city of mercenaries.
“There’s no sea fog today. On days with thick fog, even the city walls are not visible, covered by the fog.”
“I can smell the distinct salty sea scent.”
“The weather is clear, so you can see outside the city walls. After you finish your meal, it would be nice to go up to the tower. The top of the tower is open, allowing a view of the coastal cliffs and the coastline. Today, the weather is clear enough to see beyond the horizon.”
Later,
Sharlov found the tower.
He climbed the tower stairs floor by floor.
The view gradually became higher.
Sharlov stopped at the top where the stairs ended and looked down from the tower.
Mercenaries in armor were bustling below. Mercenaries without helmets slapped their comrades’ backs loudly!
Amidst those mercenaries, Pedelin blended in familiarly. Afterward, Pedelin’s comrades gathered around him. Bodies clad in iron armor gleamed in the backlight.
Soon, Pedelin noticed Sharlov and bowed his head.
“Your Majesty?”
Sharlov slowly closed his eyes.
The vast coastline was expansive.
For some reason.
There was a feeling of tears welling up in his throat.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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