Duke Rocard realized the purpose of this conversation and smiled comfortably.
She said it was graduation, but Duke Rocard did not think that Karlin Ankart would have the patience.
Hadn’t she already spoken to him like this?
“It is for the second prince to decide. All I can say is, many eyes are watching the academy.”
“Oh, I’d better do well. That book, may I borrow it?”
“Gladly.”
Duke Rocard courteously handed 『The Legend of Tunbar Mountain』 to Karlin. They parted, both having been polite.
Duke Rocard knew that her borrowing the book was not out of curiosity about this war.
The things he experienced, the second prince would have experienced as well; it was preparation to enrich a future conversation with the second prince, Greyan.
Since almost no one knows about Tunbar’s circumstances, such knowledge would make her stand out.
Duke Rocard skimmed the shelves again and picked out a suitable book before leaving the shelf. Then, he heard a sound of something hitting the reception desk.
What he saw when he turned around was only the hem of a female student’s uniform as she ran out the entrance. The sound was undoubtedly made on purpose to catch his attention.
Duke Rocard found and picked up a pink letter envelope that was left on the empty reception desk.
“…….”
(This is a time separator.)
He returned to his room, put his feet on the desk, sat down, and leisurely opened the envelope.
The pink letter envelope secretly left by the female student could be nothing else.
Rocard Kaidel, born with a heavy fate to lead the great literary world, has been training tirelessly since he began to walk.
Although his childhood was called harsh enough to be excessive, he wasn’t ignorant of such kinds of excitement.
His face brightened with joy as he opened the letter. But that light gradually faded.
“……In feeble hope……. Familiarity……. My heart like……. a single bird is……. Though it is hard to interject, I am trying to harbor strong hope like a winterflying wildflower. From Misha Roar. ……Ha!”
Duke Rocard crumpled the letter and jumped up. It had been a long time since he had been so disturbed.
Then suddenly, he uncrumpled the letter.
‘Winterflying wildflower’. That part made his eyes widen.
He knew about the wildflower Lorisha that grew unfailingly in the Tunbar Mountain wasteland. As soon as he read that phrase, a small, white flower field spread out in his mind.
“Ha…….”
He mumbled, hastily fluttering the torn letter, reading aloud only the first letter of each line.
“K, a, i, d, e, l, m, y, f, r, i, e, n, d. ……Ha. Unbelievable.”
It was a clever acrostic.
Duke Rocard couldn’t believe it, even as he touched the letter with his own hands.
He had heard countless insults from the Amata tribe who tried to kill him, but this strange feeling was a first.
“Why is the envelope pink!”
Now Duke Rocard only had a hollow laugh. Whether discovering the secret of the first letters or recalling the Lorisha flower came first, he didn’t remember.
But he was willing to stake his life that Misha Roar did not write this letter. Its elegant sentences and clever insult could not have been hers.
The culprit was clear as the sun.
Lorisha Roar.
Leaving a clue about the Lorisha flower was either a challenge or utter contempt.
Duke Rocard burned Misha’s letter, murmuring quietly,
“Lorisha Roar. I accept the challenge.”
(This is a time separator.)
Duke Rocard entered the second prince’s palace late on the weekend afternoon. When he arrived, Finid, the head of the pharmacy, was treating the second prince, Greyan, with Amata tribe healing techniques.
The Amata tribe would tightly bundle dried grass and put it on a person’s skin and light it; it would then slowly burn like incense, releasing its medicinal effects.
Duke Rocard had found this interesting, but when the second prince’s recovery stalled, he told Finid, the head of the pharmacy, about it.
The second prince’s sword wounds were recovering smoothly, but at times he felt terrible lethargy and dizziness, unable to regain his strength.
Duke Rocard suspected an infection of the local disease from the Amata tribe. That was why he had told Whinid the enemy’s treatment method.
Whinid Roiman was originally an alchemist, responsible for the royal pharmacy in exchange for the freedom of his alchemical research.
He was a quiet man, but enthusiastic about new experiments, diligently researching new treatments. Today was the day he first tested the method he had researched on Grayien.
Looking at Grayien with bundles of herbs burning all over his bare back, Duke Rocard felt an oddly thrilling sensation at the fact that Lorisha must have delivered those ingredients.
Whinid spoke quietly.
“If it’s hot, let me know immediately, Your Highness.”
“It’s fine.”
Grayien spoke sullenly, looking back at Rocard as he lay face down.
“You were the one who suggested this method. Don’t make strange faces, just sit.”
“No, it’s not because of you, Your Highness… Never mind.”
My 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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