The names and genders of the characters have been translated accurately and consistently.
“This guy can’t keep riding like this.”
“Is it such a potent medicine?”
“No. The medicinal effects will wear off in about a day. The issue is on the other side.”
I wonder if they also learn how to handle horses on the battlefield. Duke Pieren, skillfully assessing the horse’s condition, stood up from his seat. In his hand was the arrow he had just used.
Duke Pieren had tranquilized the horse by shooting an arrow with a sedative.
“Something else?”
“Don’t you see? The left front leg is swollen. It seems to have been jammed when it fell. If unlucky, there’s a chance the bone may have broken.”
“…”
“Based on my examination, personally, I think it’s the latter.”
Oh no. This is the worst.
Before Duke Pieren finished speaking, I involuntarily grimaced. Meanwhile, Duke Pieren, seemingly already aware of what I was thinking, casually nodded.
“They’re tracking escaped slaves.”
“Slaves?”
“We just encountered them.”
“Could it be that the ones who attacked us were slaves affiliated with Crayton?”
Upon hearing the word ‘slaves,’ I wanted to shout that it was absurd, but I barely held back. Although there was a slave system in the empire, at least Crayton had no slaves. The principle that people should be duly compensated for their work had been passed down through generations, following the will of my great-grandfather.
Or so I thought.
I forcefully swallowed the shock I had received.
After Baker took charge of Crayton, the family prospered. Perhaps because of my father’s experience in various tasks from a young age, he quickly became adept at the practical aspects of being the Lord of Crayton. From that point on, tasks entrusted to him increased one by one, and at some point, I completely withdrew from external affairs.
Although part of it was to avoid conspicuous actions due to being deprived of the right of succession, the main reason was that I trusted my husband.
I believed that he, as a Bake, would undoubtedly carry on the will that Crayton’s lords had maintained for generations. It had certainly been like that.
I took a deep breath, using it to suppress the shock once again pressing against my chest. Black eyes were watching me, observing any signs of confusion.
Realizing this belatedly, I cautiously spoke.
“Isn’t it the case?”
The names and genders of the characters have been translated accurately and consistently.
“……Right. They attacked us. Our party.”
Even while answering, Duke Pieren was handling the arrow. Wiping the arrowhead, reapplying the medicine, and putting it back into the quiver – his movements were swift and precise. This was a behavior that made it clear he was a military man.
After observing Duke Pieren’s reactions for a while, I opened my mouth again.
“It seems like they mistook us for pursuers. Unfortunate.”
“It’s not about bad luck.”
Then how should I describe the current situation? Was it fortunate?
“Of course, you can’t call it lucky, but…”
Whether I involuntarily furrowed my brows or not, Duke Pieren added a concise remark. However, it was challenging to agree with his expression to that extent. Apparently aware of this fact, he spoke again.
“Escaped slaves taking advantage of recent lax security.”
If that’s the case, there’s one thing I know.
Bake released people to find Margaret.
In the end, I was the cause. Instead of lamenting about luck, as Duke Pieren mentioned, I needed to face the facts.
“Due to the prolonged pursuit, both the slaves and the pursuers are on edge. It’s better not to make any noticeable movements.”
“…”
“The timing isn’t right.”
The blatantly scrutinizing gaze was not just direct but rather explicit in conveying its message. Although I knew what his gaze was saying, I pretended not to and averted my eyes.
“I won’t go back.”
“I know. If you were going to give in easily, you wouldn’t have come in the first place.”
“…”
“Why you came this far is quite evident.”
This time, Duke Pieren’s gaze was directed behind me. It was the direction Cheshire went, intending to search for the escaped horse.
“I clearly told you not to mention it.”
“I’m the one asking you to speak.”
I quickly defended Cheshire again. However, Duke Pieren’s raised eyebrows did not come back down.
“But still, I shouldn’t have said it. Did you not anticipate this? If I hadn’t been here, it wouldn’t have ended with just these injuries.”
Duke Pieren growled lowly.
“It was an unforeseen event.”
Once again, I sided with Cheshire. Yet, this time too, it didn’t offer much help.
“To prevent such things, that’s why there’s an escort. If you weren’t confident in protecting yourself, you shouldn’t have brought her along.”
“I requested it. Because it’s my daughter, I—”
“She wasn’t your daughter.”
The words thrown out suddenly made my body stiffen. Despite repeatedly telling myself not to expect anything, I secretly harbored expectations.
I still couldn’t fully accept my daughter’s death.
But the man staring at me was unfazed.
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 🙂
*
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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