Helene puffed her cheeks. Her adorable demeanor made the servants around her secretly clutch their hearts and turn away. The patrolling guards did the same.

“His Majesty is somewhat lenient towards the Saint, isn’t he?”

“How could he not be, with the Saint being so cute.”

The accompanying knights nudged each other, gossiping audibly.

Helene enjoyed the reactions around her and blinked her eyes cutely.

“Besides, the Empress is sick. She must be very tired. Wouldn’t it be bothersome for her to receive such communication?”

“Helene.”

Enrique called her name sternly. It was a signal to stop.

Knowing this would happen, Helene sighed heavily and nodded sullenly.

“Yes, I’ll do that. Nini is good at following orders.”

Meanwhile, Helene stealthily glanced upwards.

She hoped the Empress had seen them conversing so intimately.

‘Ah, she’s not there.’

It was a disappointment.

Helene never missed a chance to assert her superiority over the Empress.

Whether she admitted it or not, it stemmed from a sense of inferiority about her origins.

Helene.

She was from the ‘Quid,’ a minority and untouchable community.

In fact, ‘Quid’ referred to the confined area where they were grouped, unable to leave. This name eventually stuck and was used everywhere.

Slaves at least received food and shelter for their work.

But Quids couldn’t find employment anywhere, weren’t allowed to speak to citizens, and couldn’t leave their area.

Their only option was to barely survive on relief supplies provided by the temple every three months.

“We were once the masters of this land.”

Young Helene grew up listening to stories told by the tribal elder.

Meanwhile, her younger sibling starved to death, followed by her parents succumbing to illness. Then, neighbors took over their hut, and Helene was driven into the fields.

Unable to even live in a hut, young Helene became the dirtiest and most despised within Quid. Resentment built up, and so did her venomous nature.

Her life changed on a stormy day, when sacred light manifested around her body, unveiling her divine power.

In front of the priests who came with relief supplies, Helene ascended, wrapped in holy light. Stigmata appeared on her forehead, hands, and feet, and a brilliant rainbow cloud spread across the sky.

From that moment, Helene was treated as a saint.

It was the beginning of her awakening to power.

And when she turned thirteen, she and the fourth prince, Enrique, began living together in the temple.

‘For a holy knight, one must live in the temple from a young age to purify body and soul’ – that was the grand pretext. In reality, it was the queen’s effort to remove her son from the brutal royal succession battle.

Thanks to that effort, Helene was able to get close to Enrique.

In the vast, cold temple, with priests treating them merely as good pawns, friendship between a boy and a girl of similar age and circumstances was inevitable.

At least, that’s what Helene believed.

That belief solidified, and by adulthood, it transformed into this:

Enrique is forever mine.

That was an immutable truth in Helene’s world. So, it didn’t matter whether he married or slept with other women.

After all, he would always return to her.

Indeed, that had always been the case, so Helene habitually felt a secret superiority over his women.

‘He’s become a bit colder since becoming the Emperor, but well. Enrique is still Enrique.’

Standing in the soft winter sunlight, as creamy as gentle cream, Helene glanced slyly at the dignified man beside her.
Enrique’s platinum blonde hair, which he has had since his youth, still makes Helene’s heart swell every time she sees it. His neat appearance and his calm demeanor, unwavering like a still lake, were also appealing.

He was not a particularly affectionate man, but he would usually grant her requests, and Helene was content with that.

Even if he usually did not smile much, he would occasionally smile when with her, and if she asked for a walk, he would reluctantly stand up and join her.

While even the Empress had to schedule appointments to have a private audience with him, Helene had no such need.

Not the Empress but wielding power equivalent to one, and yet not belonging to the palace but to the temple, she was exempt from the palace’s laws.

Helene was quite satisfied with her position.

“By the way, Your Majesty. Have they caught the intruder? The one who dared to sneak into the bedroom.”

Helene asked sweetly, linking her arm with Enrique’s, and he did not push her away.

It wasn’t even the end of winter yet, but it felt like spring already.

“Why are you here?”

At the same time.

Deep inside the pocket dimension, I stumbled upon a young boy, barely fifteen, lying gravely injured. The reason for my shock was not that he was badly hurt or the floor was drenched in blood.

I recognized the boy immediately.

“Why is the Son of the Sun here?”

The famous story of the Sun God, who fell deeply in love with a mortal woman and granted his power and dominion to his descendants, was well-known.

Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman

When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…

One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.

Synopsis

During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.

Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.

Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”

Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.

Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”

With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.

Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?

He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”

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