The reason why the Wind Spirit settled in the chest might have been unknown. Upon reflection, it seemed that every butterfly also had an ‘awakening condition,’ probably for the same reason. The ability to first use the power of the wind was because Jackal, while learning archery, had the thought of wanting to grow stronger to protect someone.
Hardships and challenges might be a ‘test’ imposed by the Wind Spirit to choose its contractor, and that was the decisive reason why Nia couldn’t become a butterfly. In contrast, Jackal had the qualities of a contractor. He had a strong motivation to protect Asha, just as he wanted to protect himself.
Nek spoke, “Originally, spirits accumulate all memories in their bodies. But strangely, memories of my former owner are scattered like fragments. It seems like the memories are sealed, probably when sealing the Flower Spirit. To prevent anyone from seeing them.”
“Then how can we see the memories?” Asha asked. Nek pondered for a moment and replied, “Maybe it will be possible when the next contractor comes? Spirit contractors have the authority to read all memories.”
This meant that Jackal had to make a pact with him to learn the details of what happened back then. Nek, with a hint of disappointment, said, “If the Flower Spirit is awake, we could ask what curse it’s under… Anyway, I can’t solve it alone. It’s beyond my abilities.”
“Useless and pathetic guy,” Karaf exclaimed, expressing his disappointment. Nek responded angrily, “Why am I useless and pathetic! Where else can you find a magnificent sword like me?”
“Are you a magnificent sword?” When Karaf asked with a slightly twisted smile, Nek widened his eyes and retorted, “Of course! Just look at my body. Where else can you find such a perfectly polished body in the world?”
At that, Karaf, looking at Asha, said expressionlessly, “Crazy fellow.” “I am a crazy fellow.”
“Alright! You can tell just by looking at my body, can’t you? Where else in the world can you find such a well-groomed and perfect body!”
At those words, Karaf faced Asha, speaking expressionlessly.
“He’s insane.”
“I am insane.”
Leaving Nek, who was jumping around as if feeling unjust, Karaf left him alone and sat in a chair, immersed in deep contemplation.
‘Of all people, why did that thick-headed guy have to be the next contractor…’
Unknowingly, he let out a hollow laugh. To have a spirit with the same nature as the one who betrayed him residing in his chest felt like a cruel twist of fate.
“So, have you gone through numerous owners until now?” Karaf asked.
Nek nodded in response to Karaf’s question.
“From ancient times, spirits have roamed around to find a contractor who will use our power well to protect the Flower Empire according to the command of the Etzheim god. From very young boys who played with me like toys to nobles, knights, beggars, rogues, and so on… Many have touched my body.”
Although the conversation seemed peculiar, Asha, trying to ignore it, asked, “So, did you test owners each time?”
“No. Initially, I just gave my body to anyone. Spirits each have their own criteria for choosing a contractor, but I was originally fickle, and I didn’t care who became my owner. However…”
Suddenly, Nek’s eyes became bitter.
“If someone unworthy obtained me, it would lead to unhappiness. So, I decided to make someone with a pure soul my owner if they desired my power.”
Nek didn’t speak any further.
Suddenly, Asha thought of Silan.
“…Alright then, I’ll go find my owner now. He should be somewhere nearby.”
Nek quickly changed his mind and looked around.
Even this
Nek quickly changed his mind and looked around as if his feelings had suddenly shifted.
Even this seemed to resemble the capricious nature of water.
Asha firmly told him, “Jakkal isn’t here.”
Nek, in an instant, made a face as if the world had collapsed, murmuring like a child.
“Not here…?”
“Yeah. Not here.”
“Really…?”
“Yeah. He was here, but now he’s not.”
Asha, answering the childlike questions kindly and firmly, was looked at with a slightly awkward expression by Karaf.
Nek, with a bewildered face, sat down on the ground, seeming devastated, and muttered.
“Why is he not here…? After summoning me…?”
Asha sighed and said, “I’ll let you meet your owner soon. Just wait patiently until then.”
Nek didn’t seem pleased, but when Karaf provided an outdoor bathhouse for him, he obediently stayed quiet.
From Karaf’s perspective, he didn’t bother to offer him a room and just gave him access to the outdoor bathhouse out of annoyance. However, Nek seemed to quite like the luxurious bathhouse.
Nek played in the water, swimming around with a foolish face. Despite being called a useless spirit, he seemed to have a lot of wounded pride.
Although he played in such a humble manner, Asha secretly placed a few rubber duckies in the water, thinking he might like them.
Watching Nek enjoy playing the water drum with the rubber duckies, Asha sighed.
She needed to let Jakkal meet him as soon as possible.
At that moment, Jakkal was reading a letter that had arrived from Asha, which was stuck to his door.
However, as soon as he read the letter, he started packing his things. Surprised, Sosa asked him.
“Was there something written in the letter?”
Jakkal, diligently packing, said, “It says that monsters have appeared in the capital, Sudofelah.”
“What?”
Sosa asked in astonishment. It was uncommon for monsters to appear in the capital, the land most blessed by the god’s protection.
“Moreover, it says that a water spirit has appeared in the royal palace.”
“Really?”
Sosa’s eyes widened in even greater surprise.
Jakkal spoke seriously.
“I have to go. I’ll make a contract with the water spirit and be back. Tell the village chief that I’m going to Rikaon for a while.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Sosa stared blankly as he left the room.
Something unusual had happened, but more than that, Jakkal had already made up his mind to go and see Asha after reading her letter.
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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