“Please let me be on Baroness’s side. Although my father said I would serve as a concubine, I want to be a supporter for Baroness. I will find out all the rumors and political affairs floating around the noble circles for Baroness. If, by any chance, our Viscount’s house is plotting treason, I will not hesitate to inform Baroness right away. Since the moment I knew I wasn’t a butterfly and my family abandoned me, I, too, abandoned my family. Please allow me to pledge my loyalty to Baroness and Her Majesty even now.”
Nia finished speaking and knelt politely in front of her as if making a vow.
Aesha, unexpectedly gaining support, felt a bit overwhelmed.
Every time she made a decision and took action, things that had never happened in the past unfolded anew.
As if a flower bloomed in the place where a butterfly flapped its wings, everything was gradually changing.
Aesha soon bent one knee in front of her and, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, spoke.
“Earlier, you said you were just a wildflower raised in the greenhouse.”
When Nia raised her gaze, Aesha smiled subtly.
“No, Nia. Flowers raised in a greenhouse don’t grow painfully or mature without help.”
Nia’s eyes trembled at those words.
“Nia, you haven’t come out of the chrysalis yet; you are just a butterfly. I hope you can break through the solid shell of being a Viscountess and freely soar into the sky. I’ll rely on you from now on, Nia.”
Nia couldn’t believe that she would be accepted, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Aesha wiped away her tears with a kind and gentle look.
Nia tightly held Aesha’s hand and let her tears flow.
Her voice, mixed with sobs, came out from her mouth.
“Can I really become a butterfly…? Can I live the rest of my life making choices freely?”
“Yes, you will. You will definitely become like that.”
Aesha comforted her with a compassionate gaze.
The shoulders she thought were fragile and delicate like a butterfly turned out to be broader and warmer than anyone’s.
For a long time, Nia leaned on her shoulders, pouring out her hot tears.
After resolving matters with Nia and investigating the cause of the demon outbreak, Aesha visited the monastery.
She thought that Diatra, a priestess who communicated with the gods, might know something about this phenomenon.
Upon arriving at the worship hall, today, the priests seemed to be busy preparing for a collective prayer.
Aesha grabbed a passing priest and asked casually.
“What’s happening in the monastery?”
“Oh, we’re all getting ready to offer prayers to Etzheim today.”
“Prayers?”
“Yes. We plan to offer worship for the appearance of demons in the Empire.”
Aesha’s expression darkened at those words.
As expected, it seemed that the people in the monastery were aware of this phenomenon.
“May I also attend the worship?”
“Of course. If Baroness joins us, perhaps the gods will listen to our prayers more earnestly.”
Aesha followed the priest to the worship hall.
Already, numerous priests had gathered there, and at the forefront, assisting the High Priest, was Diatra.
To avoid causing any disturbance, Aesha quietly took a seat at the back of the worship hall.
Soon, the priests lit candles and knelt in front of a statue made in the likeness of the god, offering solemn prayers.
Aesha also bowed her head, joining her hands, and prayed along.
After a while, the priests began singing hymns or chants in low voices.
However, piercing through those voices, a pure and elegant male voice flowed.
Aesha’s eyes involuntarily opened at that beautiful voice.
When she raised her head, she saw Diatra at the center of the priests, with closed eyes and folded hands, singing alone with a clear voice.
His voice was so beautiful that it felt like her heart was melting.
Perhaps because he harbored the spirit of a flower, he exuded an extreme beauty, a bit different from Karauf but equally captivating.
Maybe he, too, had the ability to enchant people.
During a break, Aesha cautiously approached him.
Even during the break, he was watering the flowers.
Under the starting-to-set sun, his pure white hair was beautifully tinged.
Slightly downturned long eyelashes looked incredibly innocent.
When he noticed Aesha, he straightened his back and greeted her.
“Baroness.”
Aesha also greeted him politely. Diatra looked at her with a worried expression and said,
“I heard. Demons appeared in Lilac Duchy, and they attacked you, Baroness.”
“Yes. So, I came to ask the priests if they know anything about this phenomenon.”
At her words, Diatra’s face darkened.
“…Actually, I received a revelation this time. It still feels like a dream, happening while I was praying, but I think I heard His voice.”
Aesha’s eyes widened, and she asked urgently,
“If it’s Him, did Etzheim have something to say?”
“Yes… But as it is related to the Emperor, I’m not sure if I should dare to speak.”
As Diatra hesitated, Aesha calmly said,
“It’s okay; please tell me. In fact, I’ve had conversations with gods before.”
At her words, Diatra’s eyes slightly widened.
“Baroness… Did you also receive a revelation?”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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