Surely There's One to the Princess' Taste (9 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 7
The Grand Temple was situated in the sacred region of the northwest, a bit distant from the imperial capital.
It was a place separate from the empire, where the use of magic was strictly forbidden.
In short, it meant Irtis couldn’t activate his teleportation within the sacred grounds.
Thus, they decided to use magic only to reach near their destination and take a carriage for the rest of the journey.
Irtis was deeply dissatisfied with Prodia’s decision.
“It’s not like they’ve completely blocked off all magic. Let’s just teleport straight to the back gate of the Grand Temple in one go. As long as we don’t get caught by those priests, it’ll be fine, right?”
But Prodia remained stubborn.
“What if we do get caught, even by the slightest chance? Do you want to start a war with the Grand Temple before the tournament even begins? Absolutely not.”
Irtis clicked his tongue regretfully.
“Tch. We could arrive in just a few seconds.”
“Still, thanks to having a capable contractor like you, we got close to the sacred grounds quickly. I’m grateful for that.”
Saying this, Prodia gave a bright smile.
Caught off guard by her sudden praise, Irtis flinched.
‘She’s really got me wrapped around her finger now.’
Contrary to his inner turmoil, Prodia seemed entirely absorbed in planning their schedule.
And soon after,
the two, having finished their preparations, met in the reception room to teleport.
Prodia asked Irtis,
“What should we do now? Do I just hold your hand?”
Irtis chuckled softly.
“If you do that, only your hand might end up getting teleported.”
“Hmm, that would be quite troublesome.”
Even after hearing such a terrifying remark, Prodia’s expression didn’t change in the slightest.
Irtis was dumbfounded.
“You really… aren’t startled at all by things like this?”
“Why should I worry when I have a skilled mage with me? You wouldn’t possibly let my body get sliced apart.”
Was this her way of saying she trusted him?
Irtis cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Ah—ahem. Anyway, come here.”
Irtis spread his arms wide toward Prodia,
as if inviting her to embrace him.
At that, Prodia’s previously unchanging expression finally cracked.
Frowning deeply, she asked,
“You’re not seriously saying I have to hug you to teleport, are you?”
“…Aren’t you being a bit too obvious about how much you dislike it?”
“I think it’d be even stranger if I showed I liked it right here.”
“Look at this. You kept saying I was handsome, but that was clearly a lie.”
“Does being handsome mean I have to hug you tightly?”
“This is the safest method. Just bear with it, even if you hate it.”
“Haa.”
Eventually, Prodia reluctantly approached Irtis and awkwardly nestled into his arms.
The moment Prodia settled into his embrace, a pleasant fragrance reached Irtis’s nose.
His heart suddenly began pounding loudly.
‘What is this? Why does she smell so good…?’
Irtis glanced down at Prodia.
But she looked utterly displeased with hugging him, her expression as if she’d just bitten into something foul.
He was annoyed that only his own heart was racing like this.
What was that thing he’d learned during training with Prodia again?
‘…Just endure it.’
Thinking this, Irtis wrapped his arms tightly around Prodia.
Soon after, the two vanished into a pitch-black magic circle.
[This is the timeline separator]They had already reached their destination and now continued onward by carriage.
Irtis walked while silently pondering the question, “What is life?”
It was because his heart had raced so violently when he’d held Prodia earlier.
‘I must have gone temporarily insane.’
Especially since Prodia seemed completely unaffected.
It stung his pride.
Meanwhile, Prodia was thinking something entirely different as she watched Irtis.
‘I wish he’d stay this well-behaved a little longer.’
It was such a shame that the effects of mental training lasted only a few days.
Should she make him practice more often? No, better to save it for truly important moments.
Prodia had no idea whatsoever that his quietness was because of her.
Soon, the carriage carrying them departed toward the Grand Temple.
Prodia looked across at Irtis seated opposite her.
He had his eyes closed, seemingly lost in melancholy.
She nodded contentedly.
‘He must be meditating, practicing what he learned during mental training before the ceremony. Good, that’s commendable.’
But in truth, Irtis was calming his mind for an entirely different reason.
The sensation of holding Prodia earlier kept flashing through his mind.
‘You idiot, she’s Prodia—your demon instructor! Forget it. Just forget everything that happened…’
From Prodia’s perspective, however, he appeared to be an excellent student diligently reviewing and applying his lessons.
Just then, a breeze blew through the open window.
Irtis’s blue-violet hair fluttered in the wind.
Sunlight bathed his entire face, making it glow brilliantly.
He looked breathtakingly beautiful.
Prodia propped her chin in her hand and began admiring him openly.
‘He really is handsome.’
If only he’d stay quiet and still like this all the time.
Unconsciously, Prodia let out a soft chuckle.
He must be enduring quite a bit just to keep that temper of his in check. What a commendable fellow.
Still, what kind of past did Irtis have, anyway?
To abandon a grown child at the Magic Tower’s doorstep with nothing but a necklace…
‘What kind of insane parents would do that…?’
What could such a lovely child have possibly done wrong?
No wonder his personality turned out so rough.
With the Master of the Magic Tower added into the mix, he must have felt abandoned twice over.
But her sympathy ended there.
Prodia had no intention of doing anything more for him.
‘It’s his own fate, after all.’
Weren’t they merely business partners?
They’d just use each other diligently until winning the tournament, then part ways beautifully.
She had her own problems to deal with—who was she to worry about anyone else?
‘Hang in there, Irtis. At least your future isn’t as hellish as mine.’
Just then, Irtis opened his eyes.
Their gazes met instantly.
‘Ugh!’
Irtis startled involuntarily.
He’d just been silently chanting to himself, “Stop thinking about Prodia.”
And now he was certain of one thing:
all this time with his eyes closed, he’d been thinking of nothing but her.
Flustered, he blurted out the first words that came to mind.
“W-why are you staring at me?”
To his question, Prodia replied casually,
“I was just admiring your handsome face.”
Her expression as she said this was utterly devoid of spirit.
“At least manage your expression if you’re going to lie.”
“Why do you assume it’s a lie?”
“You clearly hate even brushing past me.”
As soon as he said it, a sudden pang of disappointment washed over him.
‘Did hugging me really disgust you that much? I didn’t… Wait, hold on—’
Did he actually like it?!
A second wave of confusion crashed into Irtis’s mind.
Prodia narrowed her eyes slightly and asked,
“Could it be… you’re sulking because of the teleportation earlier?”
“What?”
“You really sulk over the silliest things.”
“No, that’s not—it’s not that!”
“Sure, I’ll believe you.”
“I’m telling you, it’s not like that!”
The two bickered back and forth for a while.
Meanwhile, the carriage continued diligently toward its destination.
As they drew closer to the Grand Temple, increasingly picturesque scenery unfolded before them.
Prodia unconsciously turned her head toward the window.
‘It’s even more impressive than I imagined.’
She enjoyed the view for a moment.
But then she noticed something odd—there was complete silence from Irtis, who’d been energetically arguing with her just moments ago.
‘Why is he so quiet all of a sudden?’
Feeling uneasy, she turned back inside the carriage.
“Irtis? Look outside—the scenery is…”
Prodia couldn’t finish her sentence.
Irtis, who’d been perfectly fine just a moment ago, was now gasping for breath with a pained expression.
“Hrk…”
“Irtis?!”
Prodia hurriedly moved to his side.
There was only one possible reason for this.
“Irtis, could the side effects have started already?”
“…I told you, it’s nothing serious.”
Irtis gestured for her to return to her seat.
But his hair, touching her forehead, was already soaked with sweat.
Prodia quickly placed her palm against his forehead.
“!”
This wasn’t just a simple fever.
His forehead burned like a firebrand.
‘Is the backlash from holy energy really this severe?’
Irtis gasped for air and said,
“I’m really fine, just go back to your seat. I just cast a healing spell—I’ll get better now.”
“…Alright, rest for now.”
Prodia returned to her original seat.
She was worried, but since Irtis said he was fine, it probably wasn’t anything serious.
‘I checked his status window—he’s got SSS-tier healing magic, after all. He’ll be okay.’
But she was wrong.
Instead of improving, Irtis lost consciousness entirely.
[This is the timeline separator]“Irtis, wake up!”
Prodia cupped his face with both hands.
But he still couldn’t open his eyes.
Intense heat radiated from beneath her palms—his condition was clearly serious.
How did this happen?
He’d told her not to worry, that it was nothing.
That he’d be fine soon.
Her heart pounded fiercely.
If only she’d asked for more details about the side effects earlier.
‘Even as his contractor, I truly know nothing about mages.’
She felt utterly powerless.
Leaning out the window, Prodia called loudly to the coachman,
“How much farther to the Grand Temple?”
“We still have quite a way to go. Is something the matter, miss?”
What should she do?
She had to make a decision.
‘At this rate, reaching the Grand Temple won’t help anyway.’
Finally resolved, Prodia spoke to the coachman,
“Is there a decent inn nearby? We’ll rest for a bit.”
“How long do you plan to rest?”
“Well…”
Prodia glanced quickly at Irtis.
He was clearly in no state to recover quickly.
“…We’ll probably stay overnight.”
“Hmm, that’ll incur extra charges. Is that alright?”
Was cost really the issue right now?
Her contractor was on the verge of death.
“It doesn’t matter—just get us there as fast as possible.”
“Understood! Hyah!”
The carriage sped up immediately.
Irtis still hadn’t opened his eyes, breathing heavily.
Prodia placed her cool hand on his forehead.
He continued wheezing weakly.
“Just wake up—you’ll be paying for the inn and carriage fees later, so remember that.”
[This is the timeline separator]After a long ride, the carriage finally stopped at a nearby inn.
It was lodging for pilgrims visiting the holy site.
Though small and old, the building showed clear signs of careful maintenance.
With the coachman’s help, Prodia supported Irtis as they stepped down from the carriage.
He remained unconscious.
The coachman asked worriedly,
“But he was perfectly fine just a moment ago—what happened all of a sudden?”
“Tell me about it.”
The coachman didn’t know Irtis’s true status, and Prodia had no intention of causing unnecessary rumors by explaining.
Just then, the inn door opened, and the innkeeper appeared.
She was an elderly lady with a gentle demeanor.
Prodia greeted her politely,
“Hello. We have a patient—could we stay overnight?”
The elderly lady examined Irtis carefully and said,
“Come in.”
“Thank you.”
They entered the inn together.
Inside felt cozy.
Though aged, it was evident the owner had lovingly maintained it.
Following the elderly lady’s guidance, Prodia helped Irtis upstairs to the second floor.
After laying him on the bed, the coachman left the room.
“I’ll see you tomorrow when we depart, miss.”
“Alright.”
Now only Prodia, Irtis, and the elderly lady remained in the room.
Watching Irtis, who still hadn’t regained consciousness and lay suffering, the elderly lady asked,
“Is he a mage suffering from holy energy backlash?”
“!”
Prodia stared at her in surprise. The elderly lady nodded.
“So it is. May I examine the young man’s condition?”
She somehow seemed experienced in such matters.
Prodia bowed her head and replied,
“Please do.”
The elderly lady approached Irtis and placed her hand on his forehead.
After a moment, she turned to Prodia with a look of astonishment and said,
“This fellow isn’t just any mage—he’s an archmage, isn’t he?”
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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