Benjamin lazily swallowed his breath.
“Do you like wine?”
A languid question fell. A drawnout voice followed.
“Everyone in Winsorga, regardless of age or gender, loved wine. How about you?”
“I like it, too, just like my mother. She enjoyed it often when she was alive.”
“……Charlotte?”
Charlotte nodded her head.
“That blood is really strong. Even our taste preferences are alike.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. That presence is clear. It’s as if I recognized you as from Winsorga the first time I saw you.”
It was as he said. Winsorga’s blood is strong.
In appearance and even in trivial taste preferences, the blood of Winsorga, which my father abhorred to the extreme, was deeply mixed in Charlotte.
“Do you have any recommendations?”
“For what?”
“You asked if I like wine.”
“Do you have a regular place?”
Benjamin wore his shirt without a hitch and buttoned it. His gaze slowly followed.
Charlotte took another breath. It felt like something was tightly choking her.
Was it thanks to his neat movements? She had almost forgotten that Benjamin was injured.
Charlotte waited for Benjamin to finish putting on his jacket and answered.
“There’s a pub in Roskella, known for its wine.”
You know, it’s a place that was managed by your follower in your previous life.
Benjamin’s gesture stopped. He looked up into her eyes and neatly adjusted his jacket sleeves.
He had changed distinctly from the first time he stepped into the Winsorga mansion. It was a neatly arranged appearance.
“……Have you been there?”
“No. I’m planning to go today.”
Benjamin silently stared at her for a few seconds, then turned his back.
“The Aileia wine there is good. A 30year vintage should satisfy Winsorga’s taste.”
Benjamin fell silent after saying that. Why? His distantly lookingdown gaze was unusually dark.
Charlotte responded with a smile in her eyes. Benjamin left with a light farewell.
Charlotte followed his retreating figure with her eyes, and Benjamin, feeling such a gaze, turned his body sluggishly.
“See you again.”
We had a premonition. That this was not the end.
“See you again, Your Highness.”
That day, Benjamin left after treating his wound. Winsorga was quiet again.
As if forgetting the existence of Benjamin, the people didn’t even mention his name. They had already become accustomed to this everyday life.
“Charlotte.”
After Benjamin left, Aster called Charlotte and spoke.
“Didn’t His Highness say anything else?”
“He only said, ‘See you again.'”
“What, see you again? What does he mean by seeing again! Who is he looking at now……!”
“Yes?”
“No. It’s nothing. I was just worrying unnecessarily.”
When asked by Charlotte what he meant, Aster only snapped, ‘Just don’t get along with him, he’s badtempered.’
(This is a time separator.)
“Miss!”
Someone knocked on the carriage door. The coachman made a sound outside.
“What are you thinking that you can’t hear even when called?”
Charlotte threw her gaze far beyond the carriage window. She seemed to have dozed off.
“We have arrived.”
Charlotte opened the carriage door and got out. There was no need to look around here and there; it was a familiar crossroad.
It was the same crossroad she had come to before.
The horse snorted and shook its head. The coachman calmed it down and asked her.
“Are you really going to come back alone?”
“Perhaps. For now, that’s the plan….”
So, wearing a beret alone, she had gone out.
“You can go ahead. I won’t be late.”
Charlotte replied with a nod. After confirming the coachman’s departure, she bit her lips.
“Is this the right place?”
The narrow crossroad was familiar. It was the crossroad where she had met Benjamin.
My father’s most hated person, and the ruler who would become the master of the imperial court in the future.
That person is in front of me now.
His mere existence caused my father to foam at the mouth, become extremely irritable, and even curse to just die.
Called a degenerate because of moral flaws, ‘that’
Even if he’s a degenerate, it’s fine. Is that all? Even if he has moral flaws, it’s fine.
That moral flaw doesn’t matter as long as it doesn’t affect me. So what if it does affect me?
That’s reason enough for my father to despise him.
It’s enough reason to stick one’s head in the mouth of a snake.
‘Roskella’s Tavern’
It was an organization that Benjamin handled information outside the palace, a place managed by his secretary.
It was near where Benjamin had encountered her.
‘I think we bumped into each other around here…….’
Then this must be the place.
She carefully drew in a breath, as if driving the chill that had seeped deep into her lungs away. Her chest settled slowly.
The narrow pathway was just wide enough for one adult man to pass through. A tavern appeared as she passed through the narrow path. Frankly, she couldn’t quite remember, but it seemed to have been around this spot.
Charlotte removed her beret and looked up at the sign.
‘Roskella’s Tavern.’
It was a quaint tavern. A small bell rang as she opened the door.
[Dash] ClangMy Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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