“Be careful with your movements.”
“You worry too much.”
The door closed.
“I’m the one who’s hurt, but somehow you seem to be the one who’s injured.”
Benjamin extended the arm wrapped in a bandage.
“What if you get depressed?”
Sharlop stepped back, avoiding his arm.
“I’m not a monster.”
“If you were a monster, you would be a monster.”
She gently lowered her head.
“Come here, Sharlop.”
Sharlop felt breathless as he came this way. He felt nauseous with this sluggishness.
“Don’t think unnecessary thoughts, your strength is depleted.”
“Why didn’t you get all the treatment…”
“Did you stop receiving it?”
Benjamin grabbed Sharlop’s wrist and answered.
“You haven’t fully recovered.”
I put you on the extermination front.
Benjamin blamed himself like that.
“I didn’t know you were badly injured like this.”
“Recovering quickly, most wounds were okay.”
Sharlop patted his shoulder.
“How about keeping the bandage?”
“To be honest, it feels stifling. It heals quickly, so I don’t know why I’m keeping this uncomfortable bandage.”
It refers to the recovery ability that is referred to as ignorant by the staff.
“Don’t undo it.”
“Don’t make a guilty expression.”
“Was it deeply pierced?”
“Probably.”
“Why…”
“Are you asking why I’m relentless?”
Benjamin asked himself and answered.
“If I went up to the extermination front without being prepared to get such wounds, I would be the one to die.”
It is lonely and sad.
“Now I don’t even know.”
Many people died. They left this side, and the dead were forgotten.
“Loneliness is a very tiresome melancholy.”
The emperor is different from ordinary mercenaries.
Even if he fights on the extermination front, his movements and past medical records are treated as confidential.
“Everyone talks about fast recovery, but…”
Sharlop gripped the hand holding the bandage weakly. His nails made a scraping sound, scratching the flesh inside the grip.
“Why am I sad?”
“Did I hurt your feelings?”
Getting hurt on the extermination front became increasingly relentless. Trusting in his recovery, he headed to a more rugged battlefield. Those traces remained vividly on his body. Even if the scars are faint, the records of where he spent time on the battlefield are documented all over his body.
“Because of that recovery ability, you become relentless even if you get hurt.”
Benjamin wrapped his arms around Sharlop’s waist.
“Your hand is hurt.”
Sharlop released his grip on Benjamin’s waist.
“Don’t scratch with your nails.”
His nails scratched the flesh inside the grip like a shovel.
Those who spared no effort to save their own bodies feast on the bodies of others.
“The healer said to be careful.”
The healer’s disgusted eyes were vivid.
“How much did you get hurt?”
Looking back at that reaction, the wounds were probably deeper at first.
“Don’t die alone where I’m not there. Don’t let me hear the story that you died alone.”
Sharlop bit his lips.
“Don’t leave your last words unspoken and unspoken to me.”
Then, silently, he buttoned up his cufflink.
“But if I hear that you died alone, I’ll just let myself go.”
You’re not letting go of yourself; you’re letting go of me.
“The Empress of the Empire seems to easily let herself go.”
“Since I won’t let myself go, don’t let yourself go either.”
Looking at the healed scars, I understand.
Wounds crossing from the forearm to the collarbone.
He throws himself into the extermination front, sweeping through it, but in doing so, he has become numb to himself.
“This is what it means to become numb.”
The emperor, as the extermination front became brutal, left the extermination force behind and led from the front.
Leading the most fierce battlefield, hoping that someone wouldn’t die.
“I feel like I’ve taught you something bad.”
Sharlop swallowed his breath.
I know where you stand.
But still.
I hope you’re not in pain.
Viscount Bronte.
Grand mansion of the Hwangseong.
The closed door was as stifling as it was closed. The servants passing through the mansion all held their breaths.
The madam, who had been suffering from a chronic illness, ended her thirty-year life and passed away. Her frail body had endured a long-term illness, and she died without having the chance to hold a child in her arms.
“Is the funeral today?”
“There’s one more day left, but they say to bury the body today.”
The servants held their breath.
“Is it the young master’s order?”
“Yes. He ordered quietly.”
The young master was also indifferent. Being a wandering warrior on the extermination front, the Bronte family wasn’t known for carefully looking after their own.
“The madam suffered from a chronic illness for a long time. She died without having a child after marriage, and the mistress was greatly upset. It’s unfair that only the deceased madam is considered wronged.”
If it brings comfort even in death.
“No one is there to weep by her side.”
If the madam dies like this, isn’t it unjust for the deceased madam alone? Where would one vent this sense of injustice? Suffering from a chronic illness, the madam, who continued to silently endure pain even after marriage, passed away in that manner.
A white cloth was laid on the wooden coffin.
The departed soul left like that.
The gentle and kind-hearted madam took care of each and every servant. Enduring her chronic illness for so long… She passed away so insignificantly.
“If I die, cremate my body into ashes and bury it.”
The madam requested that even at the moment of her death.
It was time to let go. It was time to stop.
Thump, thump,
The hall echoed.
Thump, thump, thump,
The pounding sound was tense.
“Is the hall ringing?”
“W-who, who will open it?”
“Ah, no, isn’t it the deceased madam’s coffin?”
A servant holding pliers and a hammer dropped the tray. Soon, the coffin lid opened, and the madam woke up from the coffin.
“T-the corpse has awakened!”
“How can a dead body with no pulse wake up? M-madam, are you…?”
The servants were dumbfounded.
Wasn’t she supposed to be the one to be buried? The madam with a familiar face grabbed onto the coffin’s support. Long white hair flowed down. Despite the hardships she faced in her youth, her hair had turned white. Her fair skin was so pale that blood vessels could be seen.
She exhaled, and the Countess Bronte touched her forehead.
“…I feel so dizzy.”
Chaos erupted in the Bronte mansion.
“In the world, s-someone put her in a coffin for the young master!”
“Madam, madam, are you conscious?”
The Countess Bronte groaned softly.
“I… I’ll send for the physician.”
The servants moved busily.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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