This was Herta, located in the northern part of the Empire, where she had lived before being taken to the palace.
Asha, whose mind snapped back to reality, quickly looked down at her attire.
She had been wearing a white silk dress before falling off the cliff, but now she was wearing leather clothes suitable for the northern region.
However, the shabby and worn fabric, soaked with snow, looked even worse than not wearing it at all.
Fortunately, she didn’t seem to have broken any bones or been injured, but the cold seeped into her bones, and Asha hugged herself, shivering with a pale face.
Her teeth automatically clattered against each other.
Regaining her sanity and weighing various hypotheses, she reached one very unrealistic conclusion.
‘Could it be that I have returned to the past…?’
Asha gave a hollow laugh, but the vivid reality she felt with her whole body stopped her laughing and left her gaping like a fool.
She vividly remembered that day. It was the first day she almost died, and she could never forget it.
She was hiding on a path in the forest, being pursued by bandits while out of the village gathering food.
Since Karaf had announced that he would reward those who captured and brought the ethnic minorities to the palace, she had no choice but to live a life always being pursued by someone.
She was one of those ethnic minorities.
Although she felt like her mind would be lost in the cold, Asha quickly recalled how she safely returned to the village that day.
But at that moment, an arrow whizzed from somewhere and attacked the bandits.
“……Eeek!”
The nearby bandits all looked in the direction the arrow had come from.
“Damn it! They’re really swarming like dogs!”
“……Uh? That’s what we should be saying! Give up what you have and get lost, sirs?”
A cheeky boy quickly jumped out from behind a tree and shot arrows, and the bandits ran away, covering their heads.
“Uh, Captain! They’re running away?”
“……Catch them.”
At the heavy voice, men who had been hidden like shadows behind the trees rushed out all at once and began to fiercely chase the bandits.
Asha was dumbfounded, as she didn’t even know that people were hiding there.
With swift movements that reminded her of wolves on the snow field, they surrounded and attacked the bandits from all sides.
In an instant, the roles of hunter and prey were reversed.
It was truly a meaningful experience for her, who had always lived as prey.
In the end, the bandits were completely robbed of what they had and were chased away naked.
The sight of them returning, trembling with weakness, clad only in underwear and holding their bodies with both arms, was both pitiable and ridiculous.
The men openly pointed fingers at them and laughed.
“Today’s earnings are pretty good? Let’s have a meat party for the first time in a while!”
“Sounds good!”
They amicably divided the clothes the bandits had taken off, put them on, and loaded the bundles of salted meat onto the horses.
A boy with soft brown hair like dry grass approached the man who appeared to be the leader and asked in a tremulous voice.
“Captain, are we just letting those guys go? Shouldn’t we beat them up so they won’t look down on us again?”
“We don’t eat human flesh.”
The man said firmly, not even looking at the boy. It was a kind of metaphor.
The boy stuck out his lower lip and then, saying “Yes, yes,” with a hood on his head, he turned and left.
Asha lay on the side of the steep road, holding her breath, watching them.
It was the day she turned twenty, the year she became an adult.
Thanks to these suddenly appeared people, she was able to return to the village safely that day.
Feeling a familiar sensation like déjà vu, she thought she must have gone back in time.
Although bewildered by how such a thing could happen, she suddenly wondered if it was the ability of ‘Butterfly’ that she had not even known herself.
The ability she had longed to know but could not, manifested itself without her will even at the brink of death…
Asha felt as if a hollow laugh would come out again.
In the meantime, the man called the captain was preparing to leave, stroking his horse with a hand clad in leather gloves.
A man with dark bluishgray hair, wide shoulders like a beast, and a sturdy figure.
He was definitely the man who had left a minority tribe for some reason a long time ago.
After leaving the village, he was said to have wandered, and now he had formed a new group and become its leader.
But he suddenly glanced towards where Asha was hiding.
As their eyes met, icy blue like ice, Asha, who was peeping out like a rabbit above the snowfield, quickly lowered her head, blushing.
He had definitely seen her, but he turned his gaze away as if nothing had happened and spoke to his comrades.
“Let’s go back.”
“Yes!”
In the past, Asha had not come out even when her eyes met his, and she had hidden here, shivering, until they had completely left and there was no sound of footsteps around.
Her eyes darkened.
It was just as they finished all their preparations and were about to mount their horses.
“…Wait a moment!”
The man called the captain turned his head slightly and looked at where the sound came from.
There stood a woman with flowing light blond hair, slightly ashcolored, with violet eyes.
Asha, who had exhaled white breaths roughly several times, soon looked at him, her body shaking yet strong, and opened her mouth.
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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