Summer Must Die (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
“Yeah. Now that it’s come to this, I have one more reason to go to the Grand Temple.”
Fay said in a slightly weary voice. She had instinctively sensed Summer’s distrust.
“The temple?”
“Isn’t the only ability recognized by the story divine power, just as you said?”
“……”
“I thought you might sense something. I’m curious too. Isn’t everyone? About whether God truly exists.”
Fay hopped down from the desk and transformed into a cat. Her pitch-black tail swayed gently back and forth.
“I’ll go. I’m curious too. Just what exactly is going on in this world.”
“How much time is left until the banquet?”
“One week.”
“Then let’s head to the temple the day before the banquet. Until then, you’re free to move about as you please. If anything happens, just hold that gemstone and think of me. I’ll be able to sense it.”
“I will.”
Fay, apparently planning to truly rest freely, spent the next three days sprawled out in her cat form, sleeping without moving an inch.
Meanwhile, Summer pondered ways to return to her original world.
If her soul returned on the day of the banquet, it would be best to leave for her original world that same day.
After all, she wanted to escape this world as soon as possible.
Though Julian weighed on her mind, that concern wasn’t as precious to her as the safety of her own family and herself.
Summer skipped meals while deciding on the right place and timing to return to her original world.
“My lady, if you skip meals, you really might die.”
Mary approached with a bowl of soup and set it before Summer. Only then did Summer turn to look at her.
“Mary… you can see me too?”
“Of course.”
“What do I look like?”
“…You have beautiful golden hair.”
“I see.”
She’d been startled for no reason. Sometimes Mary stared at Summer as though seeing something beyond her outward appearance.
She’d asked just in case, but it seemed she’d simply been overly paranoid.
Summer scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it in her mouth. At the very least, the food in this world was incredibly delicious.
After finishing the entire bowl, Summer called Mary back. She no longer felt awkward around her as she once had.
“Mary, could you find me a map?”
What Summer sought was a map of the Imperial Palace. Naturally, many areas weren’t depicted due to security reasons.
Recalling passages she’d read many times before, Summer quietly studied the palace map.
Then she pointed to one spot that wasn’t marked.
“Here.”
The spire.
It was said to be the tallest spire in the entire empire. This spire wasn’t ordinary.
Even idle nobles, known for sneaking into every shadowy corner they could find, never set foot there.
It was because of rumors that ghosts appeared there.
It was somewhat amusing—yet fortunate for Summer—that people who believed in God and attended temples would avoid the place simply out of fear of ghosts.
Moreover, during the banquet, the palace gates would be thrown wide open, making access even easier.
And the timing? Yes—the exact moment when everyone would be too absorbed in dancing to notice anything.
In the original story, this was where Julian Dudley and Ian Lancaster shared a quiet moment admiring the night view.
Summer intended to use the location for an entirely different purpose.
“What are you doing?”
“I was thinking about how to get back to my original world.”
When Fay approached with a lazy yawn, Summer handed her the map and replied cheerfully.
“…You’ve already decided.”
Fay’s expression hardened slightly upon glancing at the map.
Just as Fay was about to say something more, the door opened and a maid entered to announce lunch.
“Don’t worry, Fay! I’ll be back soon!”
“Alright.”
Summer left with a bright voice. Fay stared at the closed door with a strange expression, then gave her body a quick shake.
“Ugh, humans are annoying. So irritating.”
Leaving Fay behind, Summer arrived at the dining hall and sat down without acknowledging the Earl and Countess Lindsey, focusing entirely on her meal.
Once Summer returned to her original world, the real Summer would take over this spot.
And again and again, countless times, she would play the same role with the same emotions and expressions.
“Summer, don’t worry about your figure. We’ll have your banquet dress tailored generously, so eat comfortably.”
Just like this. Summer glanced indifferently at Countess Lindsey seated before her, then returned to cutting her steak.
Summer Lindsey’s parents were beautiful and warm-hearted people.
But they didn’t feel alive.
Their scripted tones, their repeated lines—it was as if they were robots programmed only with gentleness and peace.
In short, even if Summer Lindsey died, the Earl and Countess Lindsey wouldn’t have time to mourn. Once the story reset, they’d forget everything entirely.
“That’s none of my concern.”
Summer shrugged her shoulders. On the contrary, the thought of returning to her original world made her hum a tune cheerfully.
It wouldn’t be bad to climb that high spire one last time and take in the view of this world. After all, it was quite lovely to look at.
[This is the timeline separator]The day before the imperial banquet, Summer arrived at the Grand Temple as promised and gaped in awe at the magnificent structure.
The white marble gleamed brilliantly under the sunlight, and the statues placed here and there were so exquisitely detailed they seemed ready to move at any moment.
It truly was a living cultural treasure.
“Incredible.”
“Some people live in temples as pure as white jade, while others live in piles of trash.”
Fay sneered bitterly. As Fay pointed out, the temple was enormous and lavish, even the stones on the floor appearing extravagantly expensive.
“You really think like someone from my world.”
“Maybe the creator of this world is from your world. If so, perhaps your way of thinking has influenced ours.”
Fay’s tone was light, but her words carried weight.
Summer deliberately replied with playful banter to calm her pounding heart.
“Want to come with me to that world sometime?”
“I can’t. I’m completely bound here.”
“So you can’t go to another world at all?”
“We serve as intermediaries—we’re not beings who can act as we please.”
That meant characters within the novel couldn’t appear in another world, even if they died and were reborn.
Yet it was possible for someone from the original world to enter the novel’s world—clearly making the relationship between the two worlds blatantly unequal.
Summer looked once more at the Grand Temple as imagined by the Korean author and spoke.
“It’s fascinating. It feels like you know everything, Fay.”
“Of course. Do you think I’m called the greatest witch for nothing?”
Fay made a sour face and strode ahead into the temple.
“Have you come to pray?”
A priest approached and asked. Summer nodded with her most harmless expression. Soon, the priest’s eyes changed after verifying Summer’s credentials.
To Summer, House Lindsey was an extra family she didn’t even remember, but within the empire, they were among the elite Twelve Nobles—extremely wealthy and powerful.
“This way, please.”
The prayer chamber she followed the priest to was also grand and opulent.
The carvings everywhere were so intricate and majestic they seemed beyond human capability.
Just before entering, Summer glanced sideways. The prayer chamber she was headed to appeared reserved exclusively for nobles.
Meanwhile, the chamber where a long line of people waited had a plainly designed entrance.
“Is that place a prayer chamber too?”
“Certainly. God looks kindly even upon those in humble stations.”
Was it really right for a temple that professed faith in God to assign different prayer chambers based on status and wealth? Summer’s face hardened as discomfort rose within her.
Unaware of Summer’s inner turmoil, the priest left after instructing her to call if she needed anything.
“Fay, do you think God would really be in a place like this?”
“Only if God isn’t benevolent. Being all-powerful doesn’t necessarily mean being moral. In fact, it’s strange to judge God by human moral standards.”
Vaguely, Summer suspected that the deity worshipped in this world might be just another human—
likely the author who created this world, acting as its god.
If so, then, as Fay said, this world’s god was probably neither moral, all-powerful, flawless, nor kind and considerate.
“That’s a truly fascinating thought. If God isn’t even moral, why worship them at all? Just because they’re powerful?”
“…You really do think like a witch.”
Fay echoed back the exact words Summer had spoken to her earlier in front of the temple.
Instead of answering, Summer simply smiled faintly and closed her eyes, pressing her hands together earnestly.
“If God truly exists, please answer me.”
But she felt nothing at all.
Summer opened her eyes slowly and stared at the magnificent, enormous statue before her—its beauty rivaling even Michelangelo’s David.
Though this romance fantasy novel was the only one she’d ever read, she well knew that protagonists and those destined for happy endings were usually the heroes.
Thus, there was no way the author’s words would reach her in such a dazzling place.
Summer ended her prayer and brushed off her dress.
“Fay, let’s go somewhere else.”
“The Grand Temple is the only place said to be closest to God.”
“But didn’t they say God looks kindly even upon those in humble stations?”
Summer pushed open the half-open prayer chamber door and stepped outside. Then, confidently, she walked to the very end of the line waiting before the adjacent prayer chamber—
the one reserved for commoners.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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Hahaha what a stubborn male lead, leave her alone.
They’re always like this, thay think it is always about the male lead.