Thanks to quick bloodletting, the commotion over the Duchess’s nosebleed ended with a short outing ban.
“You have to stay in the castle quietly for three days.”
“I got it. I said I got it.”
Frieda, who was filling a basket full of colorful flowers, barely nodded her head, halflistening to Muriel’s nagging.
“How come so many different flowers bloom here? There are flowers I’ve never seen in the North. Have you ever seen these, Muriel?”
“No. I’ve seen a lot.”
“Really? I doubt it. I’m seeing them for the first time.”
“Because you’ve only been in the mansion.”
“Ah……”
Right, that was the case.
Frieda, who was muttering to herself, showed a basket full of flowers with a bright smile.
“Pretty, isn’t it, Muriel? The Duke would like it too, right?”
She wanted to play along as much as possible, but she didn’t know what to say to this question.
Frieda’s husband, Duke Lihart, has been in a coma since he injured his head three years ago.
How could a man who has been unconscious since that day and is still asleep like these flowers in what way?
Frieda, who deciphered the answer from Muriel’s gloomy expression, licked her lips and walked past her.
“He may not have consciousness, but he’s still breathing. So he might be able to smell it.”
“Maybe, yes.”
“Sometimes I think he understands my words. Last night, his finger… Look. He moved like this, like this.”
Muriel looked at Frieda, who was wiggling her index finger, with pity.
Yeah. She has to live holding onto such hope.
Despite his state, a husband is a husband.
If she wants to stay by the side of the unconscious Duke, it would be better to have a vain hope than not.
Upon arriving in front of the bedroom, Frieda took off the hat with a parasol she had been wearing until then.
The transparent white skin where the veins are faintly visible.
Dazzlingly white hair.
Her mysterious violet pupils revealed themselves.
“Muriel. I’m really fine. Really.”
“Three days. Definitely no less. Remember, you are… different from ordinary people.”
She knew Frieda hated being told she was different, but Muriel had no choice.
Because it’s a fact.
Because she couldn’t turn away from the truth if she wanted to stop this reckless and brave young lady.
“I got it. I said I got it.”
The Duchess, who was upset by Muriel’s words, did not hide her displeasure.
“Who doesn’t know that? Tch…….”
Frieda slammed the door shut with a bang.
“Oh!”
Frieda, who habitually stared at the bed first, was surprised and dropped the basket of flowers she was holding.
The flowers that had fallen out of the basket that had fallen with a thud scattered chaotically on the floor.
“Du, Duke?”
The consciousness of Daniel Lihart, the Duke, who had been asleep for three years, returned without warning.
“Hmm……”
The first sense to return was smell, which detected a faint charred smell from the burned wood.
Then came the touch. The gentle breeze carrying a mild aura tickled his nose end on end.
With the two senses, a faint voice hidden beyond his memories pierced through his mind.
“……Hestia. Hestia…… sob sob.”
The whining voice of a little girl mixed with the surrounding noise that his now returned auditory sense captured, lingered for a moment, then disappeared.
“Stop crying. Dead people don’t come back when you cry.”
Had his own brusque voice from his boyhood not resurfaced, it would have been forgotten quickly, lasting only for a moment.
Even the voice of his mother who passed away unexpectedly was washed in.
“Survive, Daniel. Being alive is important. Keep your life, no matter what moment comes.”
However, the scattered fragments of memory washed in disorderly and disappeared without a trace from his side.
Simultaneously, Daniel’s eyelids, which had not flickered once for the past three years, gradually lifted.
His blurry sight gradually took in the shapes around him.
The familiar patterns of the aspen trees painted on the ceiling became clearer and clearer.
Blink… Blink…
Only after opening and closing his eyes a few times did he realize.
He found himself lying in his bedroom at Mühlheim Castle, the Duchy of Utrecht.
“Huh, so…I survived again.”
At this point, he thought he was practically joining the ranks of immortality.
Admiring his own tenacious life force, Daniel tried to lift his shoulder but was startled by an unexpected reaction from his body.
This stiff, heavy body like leather boots soaked in rain, what is it?
As far as he could remember, it was the first time he felt this way, so it was difficult to find the right word.
Dull? Sore?
No, does my body not feel like my own?
Even when he was homeless in the notorious Altas Mountains in the middle of winter for nearly a month, it wasn’t this hard.
On the contrary, even after spending the night on the cold ground, he was the first to get up and fly around.
He was so sensitive that he could detect every flap of a small bird burrowing through the leaves.
So much so that Mercenary Leader Ricardo joked that the blood of a bandit, not a noble, was mixed in his master’s body.
Daniel, whose arm felt like his own but didn’t, tried to move it, exerting force at his fingertips.
After fiddling with his fingers a few times and clenching and unclenching his fist, the stiff movement of his hand softened and the sensation in his arm returned.
He also moved his ankle slowly. Fortunately, he quickly felt sensation there.
Daniel moved his arm, braced the bed with the palm of his hand, and pushed with force.
“Krrr….”
With a stout sound, his shoulder was raised and his back was soon up.
“Ha, ha. Whew….”
The window must be open.
The subtle floral scent carried by the wind cooled the sweat flowing down his neck and brushed against his skin.
“Hmm….”
When he exerted his strength again, this time his arm barely rose.
Daniel held his forehead with his laboriously lifted hand and desperately tried to remember.
What was the last scene he remembered?
Ah, that damn Arthur Nottingham threw a spear at Dominic.
Seeing that, he jumped off the horse without time to think.
And then he hit his head somewhere….
Thud!
Bang!
Without any warning, the sound of the door opening startled Daniel, causing him to instinctively reach for his waist and raise his head.
He was momentarily confused by the fact that he didn’t have a sword to confront the unfamiliar intruder.
As the person stepped into the room, Daniel’s eyes narrowed at their sight.
A dazzlingly white woman appeared in front of him, so bright he was worried about losing his just recovered sight.
‘What? Did I die, not survive?’
For a moment, he doubted his own life and death as if he had seen an angel.
“Yo, Your Grace?”
But he hadn’t heard of angels speaking Swedish.
“My goodness…. Did you wake up?”
Then he remembered.
Before receiving the news of finding the runaway son of the Duke of Nottingham, where he was.
Daniel was at his own wedding.
Probably with that woman, who came in filled with the refreshing smell of the grass from the Altas forest.
Realizing who she was, Daniel, holding his throbbing forehead, answered grumpily.
“That’s what I wanted to ask.”
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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