Surely There's One to the Princess' Taste (9 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
The snow-white and majestic Grand Temple soared high into the sky.
Prodia leaned her head out of the carriage to gaze at the Grand Temple.
As the bell rang from the spire, white doves flew up into the azure sky.
It was a place that seemed to embody peace itself.
In the atmosphere so utterly different from yesterday, Prodia couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
‘All that commotion feels like a dream.’
Anyway, after many twists and turns, they had finally arrived here.
Soon, the carriage came to a halt before the Grand Temple.
Irtis, who had stepped down first, extended his hand to her.
“Come on.”
“Thank you.”
Prodia took Irtis’s hand and alighted from the carriage.
The two of them already looked noticeably closer than they had been just a day ago.
Just then, a young-looking priest approached them.
“You are from the House of Count Duser, correct?”
Prodia bowed politely to him.
“I am Prodia Duser. I pay my respects to the Apostle of God.”
“Welcome to the dwelling of the Divine. Before entering the Grand Temple, there are a few matters I must advise you about…”
The young priest began reciting a lengthy list of rules along with his welcome greeting.
As his speech dragged on, Prodia’s eyes flickered briefly toward the rear.
Other priests were also greeting visitors.
They were likely participants who had come to perform rituals ahead of the upcoming tournament.
‘So the competition has already begun.’
But that wasn’t what truly mattered.
Prodia silently cried out inside.
‘Status window.’
Instantly, blue status windows floated above the heads of countless people.
With the sharp eyes of a hawk, Prodia quickly scanned their Karma pages.
Yet, as expected, no one particularly stood out.
‘Hmm, that’s enough for now.’
Prodia refocused her attention on the young priest before her.
By now, the priest’s welcome speech was finally drawing to a close.
“Lastly, our Lord welcomes you all…”
At that moment—
Suddenly, Irtis flinched, twisting his body to stare intently at something.
Prodia asked in surprise, “What’s wrong?”
“…It feels like someone is watching us.”
Irtis’s expression was unusually grave as he spoke.
Hearing this, both Prodia and the young priest looked around.
But they found nothing at all.
‘I distinctly felt a gaze… Could it have been my imagination?’
Irtis turned back to the young priest and said, “Please continue what you were saying.”
“Y-yes, of course!”
The young priest hurriedly finished his greeting.
“…Our Lord welcomes you all. Please follow me, both of you.”
With his pure white robes fluttering, he walked ahead.
The three of them entered the Grand Temple.
Inside the quiet hall, only the sound of footsteps broke the silence.
After a short while, they turned a corner and entered a narrow corridor.
The long corridor was lined with numerous doors.
The young priest stopped before one of them.
“We’ve arrived. Please rest briefly in this waiting room to recover from your journey. Instructions from your assigned priest will follow shortly.”
“Thank you.”
After bowing to the priest, the two prepared to enter the waiting room.
But suddenly, the young priest hesitated and asked Prodia timidly,
“Um… this may be impertinent, but there’s something I’d like to ask you, miss.”
He had a question for her?
What could it be?
“Yes, please go ahead.”
“Um… have you decided to once again raise candidates for the Imperial Consort Selection Tournament?”
Ah, that’s what this was about.
Due to Irtis’s magic, rumors had already spread throughout the empire: “Prodia Duser will have nothing to do with the consort tournament!”
Yet here she was, suddenly bringing a participant—no wonder the priest was curious.
Still, was she really this famous?
‘He clearly looks like someone who’s only recently entered the Grand Temple—yet even he knows who I am?’
Maybe in her past life, she should’ve become a celebrity lecturer instead of a PD.
Then she wouldn’t have ended up in editing hell.
Prodia replied to the priest,
“I happened to meet an exceptional talent, so I changed my mind.”
“I see!”
The young priest began staring at Irtis with a look of wonder.
Fortunately, he didn’t seem to know he was a grand sorcerer.
Then it’d be best to part ways quickly before any trouble arose.
Prodia spoke swiftly,
“Thank you so much for escorting us this far. We’ll go in now.”
“Oh, yes! Please rest comfortably, both of you.”
The priest bowed and took his leave.
The two entered the waiting room together.
Click.
And the moment they stepped inside, their strategy meeting began.
Prodia said,
“It’s finally time for our confession. Just stick to what we discussed last night.”
What exactly had happened the previous night?
In truth, there was a good reason why neither of them had been able to sleep.
[This is the timeline separator]One day earlier.
Unable to sleep, enchanted by the moonlight, and feeling restless, the two of them
had called out each other’s names just minutes after bidding each other goodnight.
“Prodia, are you awake?”
“Irtis, are you asleep?”
They exchanged an awkward smile.
“We’re clearly not sleeping anyway. Let’s discuss what we’ll do tomorrow at the Grand Temple.”
“Good idea.”
And so their strategy meeting began.
“I’ve been curious about this—how exactly did you get the nickname ‘Mad Dog of the Magic Tower’?”
“I beat up a lot of people.”
“I already know that. What I mean is, as your contractor, I need more details.”
“How detailed do you want me to get?”
“Tell me everything you remember—who you hurt, when, and how.”
Irtis frowned.
“How am I supposed to recall all that? Do you remember every single insect you caught on what date?”
This was worse than she’d thought.
Prodia sat up abruptly in bed.
Still in her nightclothes, she walked over and plopped down beneath the sofa where Irtis lay.
Irtis said,
“Get up on the sofa. The floor’s cold—you’ll catch a cold.”
“I’m fine.”
“Is it because you’re uncomfortable next to me? Then I’ll just get down on the floor.”
“I really am fine.”
Ugh, that stubbornness again.
Irtis flicked his fingers, conjuring a blanket, which he handed to her.
“At least wrap yourself in this, then.”
Seeing this, Prodia exclaimed in admiration,
“Wow, having a sorcerer as a contractor is seriously convenient.”
“I’d rather not be treated like a tool.”
Instead of replying, Prodia tucked the blanket around herself and asked,
“Anyway, just tell me everything you can remember right now.”
“You won’t remember it all even if I do.”
“Is it really that much? Wait, let me get something to write with.”
Prodia started to get up.
Irtis said,
“When did you forget that you were treating me like a tool again?”
“Huh?”
He flicked his fingers once more.
Poof!
A translucent magical document appeared in midair.
“What’s this?”
“A disposable magical document. It’ll vanish once you’ve read it.”
Prodia examined the document.
Inside, countless names and descriptions were densely packed.
Surprised, she asked,
“But I thought you couldn’t remember?”
“I only wrote down the ones I do remember.”
Wait, so if you added the ones he didn’t remember, just how many people had he beaten up?
Anyway, Prodia carefully read through the document.
And—
Everyone he’d crushed really did deserve it—absolute scum of humanity.
Prodia couldn’t help but marvel.
‘So the Mad Dog is surprisingly righteous?’
Of course, a normal hero wouldn’t blow entire mountain hideouts of villains to smithereens.
She asked,
“Why go around enforcing justice? It doesn’t suit you.”
“I never did anything like that. And why do you keep adding unnecessary commentary?”
“It’s just too obvious to deny, isn’t it?”
Prodia pointed at the magical document.
“These are all criminals. Some even had bounties on their heads!”
He replied indifferently,
“That was just coincidence. I only used magic to smack a few who annoyed me right in front of me.”
“You make it sound like you just gave them a playful noogie.”
“A noogie, yeah. They were such sniveling brats—if I’d hit them any harder, they probably would’ve died.”
Right. So that’s what happened. He just casually smacked them a few times with magic.
That explained why a swordsman-master-level wanted criminal had been found unconscious.
‘Better not dig any deeper…’
Just then, something occurred to Prodia.
Her face brightened as she said,
“Irtis! I’ve got a great idea—a way to safely pass the confession!”
“What is it?”
“Well, it’s like this…”
She whispered softly.
After hearing her explanation, Irtis nodded in agreement.
“That’s actually a good idea.”
“It’s all thanks to you.”
“My doing?”
“Yes. It’s only possible because you’re the Mad Dog of the Magic Tower. Thank you so much.”
“…Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
After some more conversation, their midnight confession finally concluded.
By now, Prodia had dozed off, leaning against the sofa.
Irtis sighed and stood up.
“I told you the floor’s cold—you never listen.”
He scooped Prodia up and carried her toward the bed.
“Mmm…”
Half-asleep, Prodia shifted and nuzzled her face against his chest.
Her sudden action made Irtis’s heart thump heavily once again.
Seriously, this was driving him crazy.
He quickly laid her down on the bed and tucked the blanket up to her neck.
His face burning red, he splashed some water on it and muttered,
“Why do you keep doing this to me…?”
That night,
Prodia managed to get some sleep, but Irtis stayed wide awake until dawn.
[This is the timeline separator]Inside the Grand Temple’s waiting room.
Prodia emphasized once more to Irtis,
“Don’t forget the method I told you last night—you absolutely must use it. Understood?”
“I won’t forget. Don’t worry and just wait.”
Soon, a voice came from outside the door.
“Contestant, I’ve brought your change of clothes.”
It seemed the time had come.
Both of them sprang to their feet instantly.
Without a word, they exchanged a meaningful smile.
Showtime.
[This is the timeline separator]The prayer room of the Grand Temple.
A blond young priest knelt before the altar, offering his prayers.
He was the only person in the otherwise empty prayer room,
aside from the massive holy statue directly opposite him.
It was a sacred effigy of their Lord, ‘Aido,’ whom they worshipped.
This was also the state religion of the Aivem Empire.
A considerable amount of time had passed, yet the praying priest hadn’t moved an inch.
Sunlight streamed in.
Through the stained-glass windows filling the ceiling, a cascade of colorful light poured down.
The young priest’s golden hair shimmered, blending beautifully with the radiant hues.
Suddenly, the priest’s eyes snapped open.
Even his irises glowed with a beautiful golden light.
Blinking his lovely golden eyes in surprise, he looked around warily.
He had suddenly sensed divine power emanating from somewhere.
‘What’s this…?’
He leapt to his feet and rushed to the window—
in the direction of the Grand Temple’s entrance.
He saw a man and a woman standing before the young priest.
The man had deep blue-violet hair, and the woman had long, straight black hair like ebony.
It was them.
He was certain the divine power had come from their direction.
And it was an oddly unusual form of divine power at that.
Around the two, tiny sparks of divine energy were bursting forth like fireworks.
Something felt off. They were clearly participants here for the ritual—
‘How could someone who isn’t a priest emit such divine power?’
The blond priest kept his gaze fixed on them.
Just then, the strong presence of their Lord abruptly cut off.
“Huh?”
Had it been his imagination?
No, that couldn’t be.
At that moment, the young priest sensed another presence.
This power, distinct from divine energy, was unmistakably…
Magic.
He felt an intense magical aura emanating from the man outside the window.
The young priest’s eyes widened.
“…A grand sorcerer!”
Suddenly, the man turned to look in his direction.
Startled, the priest quickly ducked below the windowsill.
Whoosh.
“Ah! Almost got caught.”
He calmed his racing heart.
That man’s gaze had been truly terrifying. But why…?
‘Why are divine power and magic traveling together?’
The blond priest could sense both energies clearly.
After all, he was a little special compared to the other priests.
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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