She said so, unable to ask if he had confused sugar and salt.
Then Ronove nodded his head and laughed.
“Then drink a lot.”
…This saltwater?
But Ronove began to gulp down the tea(?) in his cup as well.
He seemed tense, as if his throat was burning. But it’s really hot.
But he drank the saltwater in big gulps as if he didn’t feel the temperature, and smiled kindly.
Steam is coming from inside my mouth…
“It tastes good.”
But Beril was slowly getting confused because he looked really refreshed.
Is he really enjoying it? Do demons have different tastes?
“Cough.”
Beril couldn’t endure the salty taste and covered her mouth, and Ronove’s face turned anxious in an instant.
“Is there a problem?”
There were plenty of problems, but Beril shook her head.
“I guess I’m not yet accustomed to Vain’s culture.”
The demons have unique tastes, so this was the best response.
“Then would you like to try this too?”
Eating tea and snacks was the same for demons.
Maybe something sweet will be better?
“Thank you.”
But Beril realized she had been careless.
“?”
The snack didn’t chew. It was too hard.
― Crunch.
And the snack she barely chewed with force…
“Cough!”
It was spicy, like pepper instead of sugar!
“Are you all right! Someone get water!”
In the end, Ronove yelled outside.
Then, some mercenaries in freespirited outfits that were not at all like servant attire ran in and handed over water.
It seemed… very difficult to pretend not to know he was a demon.
Really.
It’s really difficult.
(This is a time separator.)
As soon as Beleld came up to his room, he returned his silverstreaked hair to its original color.
The jetblack hair flashed briefly in the window.
“The saint?”
The decision to disguise himself as a knight to meet the saint first was entirely his choice.
And it was he who read three deaths in the saint’s eyes and impulsively sent a command to ‘welcome them as guests.’
But the demons were not as accustomed to receiving guests as he thought.
But since he knew that Ronove was somewhat familiar with human culture, he thought there would be no big accident.
“The grand duke is looking for her,” the demon serving him, Helbas, replied.
“The saint?”
The temple would be reluctant for the couple to meet before marriage. It was unexpected.
The saint who, knowing this was a den of demons, sought their leader instead of being frightened.
She seemed definitely tense.
“…But, your grand ducal highness.”
“Ah, I will correct it.”
Helbas immediately bowed his head.
“May I be permitted to call you ‘his grace the duke’ in front of the saint?”
The demons knew him as the grand duke of demons, Beleld, but his title in the human world was Duke Vain.
Instead of answering, Beleld smiled. What use was hiding? The saint already knew they were demons.
It was when he carelessly looked at the mirror.
“……?”
His last image seen through his green eyes.
Losing reason and becoming a monster, wings made of membranes growing, hands covered with strange scales, then screaming.
The image of losing reason and becoming a monster should be there.
Something white appeared. It looked like someone’s dress.
Was there anyone among the demons who would wear such clothes?
He unknowingly took a step closer to the mirror, as if being drawn into it.
On the white dress, she was lying. She didn’t seem dead. She was not demonized either.
The face of tranquility, she was reaching out to someone. At the tip of that hand, something green―
―Crack!
“Ah.”
Belede reflexively closed his eyes. Blood gathered at the corner of his eye, where magic had forcefully gathered.
“Your Majesty!”
The startled Helbas brought a handkerchief.
But Belede could not react even as the bright red blood droplets fell on his pure white shirt.
He, who hated anything staining his clothes, was like that.
It had changed.
That single fact had all his attention, so he didn’t even feel the blood droplets.
“My end has changed.”
“Eh?”
Helbas’s eyes widened.
Jinnokan looked in the mirror again. The pure white dress, Belede himself lying on top of it. Though he couldn’t see anything beyond that, it was certain.
His end had changed from demonization to something else.
He couldn’t even see death. It meant either that death was too far in the future or that there were many variables.
“Saint …”
And the one who brought about this change was just one person.
Nothing else had changed in his always the same daily life, except for the Saint.
Her name was Beril, wasn’t it?
He recalled the strange things he had seen in the Saint’s eyes.
“What shall we do with the Saint?”
Then Helbas asked. At those words, Belede’s mouth curved gently.
“For now, the weapons are hidden, but we can enter battle mode at any time.”
The Saint was a figurehead in the temple, who could not only command the priests but also declare their existence to the human world.
The most tricky enemy.
Helbas’s eyes flashed with vigor.
Belede then said to him,
“Cancel all war preparations.”
“Eh?”
Helbas’s mouth hung open. Hiding the weapons for a moment was different from completely withdrawing war preparations.
It would take time to regain posture.
“Your Majesty?”
“There’s something to watch.”
If my future changes. If our future can change.
Belede smiled.
Magic.
That strength by which demons survived, which went preferentially to the strongest demon.
If that magic is lacking, a demon loses its mind and becomes demonized.
That the strongest demon, himself, would be demonized meant extinction due to a lack of magic.
But that future had changed. Because one Saint had entered this castle.
“Sooner or later, they will find out our true identity. Ronobe is dealing with the Saint first, but the Saint may have also felt something strange.”
Helbas said urgently. But Belede’s answer was relaxed.
“Leave it.”
“Eh?”
There had been four rounds of gossip among the demons that Ronobe had already messed up the tea.
It was only natural for the Saint to question whether this was a noble family.
“The Saint already knows our true identity.”
At those words, Helbas’s mouth fell open. Regardless, Belede said,
“So leave it. We need to know what the Saint thought when she knew our identity and still set foot here.”
“That means …”
“Just continue to pretend to be human. It doesn’t matter if it’s awkward.”
The more she does, the more flustered she’ll be, the more she’ll have to reveal her thoughts.
He smiled. What change would the Saint bring about?
In what way would she change my future?
Maybe she could bring a future other than destruction to the demons.
He became genuinely curious. What could the trembling, frail hand of the fearful Saint draw?
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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