Stolas set down the flower he was holding and picked up another. He began to carefully pluck its petals.
“There is an illness, there is not…”
Repeating this, he locked eyes with Beleth as he plucked the last petal.
“There isn’t.”
Stolas’s hand plucked the last petal. As soon as his voice rang out, Belede closed his eyes.
The tension that had unknowingly settled on his shoulders seemed to ease a bit.
In his mind, where tension had filled every corner, thoughts finally began to pour in.
“Can she live long?”
At Belede’s question, Stolas’s hand sparkled. The moment his magic-filled hand picked up the flower, Belede realized he had asked the wrong question.
He should have set a criterion for how many years “living long” meant.
But the flower divination had already begun.
“…She can live long.”
As he plucked the last petal, Stolas replied.
Belede raised an eyebrow. It was a good answer. However.
By whose standards?
Even Stolas couldn’t know that now. His ability was to find out if something was ‘so or not.’
“Then—”
Belede was about to ask when Stolas pointed to the vegetable garden, which seemed particularly barren today.
Only a single flower remained in the garden, which seemed particularly empty today.
“Only one remains.”
It meant that only one question was possible.
Hearing this, Belede’s mind became complicated.
What do I want to ask?
She—no, she is…
Words unsorted in his confused mind burst out.
“Can she change our future?”
In the brief pause after he spoke, Stolas’s hand sparkled. It meant that the flower divination had already begun.
He had already verified it in his mind whether she could change the future.
It was a careless mistake. But surprisingly, he didn’t regret it much.
Not just because Stolas would have another chance to grow a flower and ask again.
He might have wanted to obtain a definite answer through other abilities as well.
—Tap, tap.
“She can, she can’t…”
As the flower divination continued, Belede kept his eyes fixed on the flower.
And soon,
“She can.”
When Stolas’s answer came out, he smiled faintly. At the change in his expression, Stolas’s eyes widened.
This was not the master he knew.
“Then in that future, is she also there?”
Stolas blinked his eyes. Indeed, his master was not like himself today.
That was because,
He pointed to the empty garden.
“What?”
Belede, whose eyes were half-focused as if distracted by other thoughts, asked.
Stolas spoke with a hesitant expression.
“There are no flowers.”
“…Ah.”
Belered touched his forehead. He was clearly aware that he was disoriented.
“Then, see you later.”
Saying so, Belered hastily left his seat.
Decarabia, who had been silently watching him come and go, turned his gaze to Stolas.
“What about my flower divination?”
“I will continue.”
Stolas nodded slightly as he refocused.
Plucking petals one by one, he pondered Decarabia’s question and soon opened his eyes.
Finally, removing the last petal, he spoke to Decarabia in a clear voice.
“…You like it.”
At those words, Decarabia’s eyes widened.
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 🙂
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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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