“Oh, I’m going to die.”
It was to the point of wanting to die.
Even I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it.
Merem was young and passionate.
He expressed love not just in words like Enrique.
Since the day we slept on the same bed after he told me to listen to the night sounds, our relationship had undoubtedly progressed further, with the most significant change being that Merem couldn’t hold back anymore.
He actively approached, and there was no hesitation in bold physical contact.
Even if he seemed to endure a bit when others were around, when we were alone, kissing had become our everyday routine.
“But it’s too good. Why do I feel so excited?”
It felt like the fiery passion in Merem’s eyes had transferred to me.
Eventually, Merem, who embraced me from behind, pressed his nose against my neck and took a sniff.
“I smell cinnamon sugar. The scent of other demons’ magic is like the smell of rotting eggs.”
“The magical scent of Belforp is quite disgusting.”
As I gently stroked his soft hair and shared body warmth, I reached out for the ivory horse I had carved.
And then, I started what I couldn’t do earlier due to the kiss.
It was nothing other than a strategic meeting.
Merem and I. The fact that it was a strategic meeting between just the two of us made it special.
“Belforp is hiding right here.”
In the center of the swamp.
My dear brother was tempting me to come this far.
He was determined to kill me this time for sure.
“He promised to give me the demon’s core if I killed it, Merem.”
“Yeah.”
“That demon is right here. There are probably several layers of demon belts around here.”
Tap, tap, tap.
I picked up the horse with a small flag and placed it in various locations on the map.
“Tahr Swamp is unpredictable with its ever-changing weather, making even the explorers known as ‘Natives’ reluctant to enter. It’s been like that from the beginning. In other words, Belforp’s newly summoned demons and the indigenous demons here have a terribly bad relationship.”
“We could use that.”
“That’s right. Belforp chose this place as a battlefield to fight us with every advantage in his favor. To fight from a favorable position. However, it’s not like we don’t have any advantages.”
Belforp must know the fact that Merem is by my side and that Merem will help me.
So he must have thought about it on his own.
‘It had to be a swamp.’
Merem is a descendant of the Sun God.
His power would inevitably decrease in a place where the sunlight doesn’t properly reach.
And the Tahr Swamp… It rains for over 300 days out of the year.
‘Crafty.’
Thinking that Merem’s power would decrease in a place like this was a bit ridiculous.
Of course, the power of the sun might decrease a bit, but he has the Water Spirit King, Eldaim.
Rain was the perfect environment for Eldaim, the Water Spirit King.
I drew a straight line from the edge of the map, starting from our campsite to where Belforp is.
“We’ll make the most of the Crusaders and the nobles’ soldiers. Let them do the hard work. It doesn’t matter if they get humiliated.”
What matters is the practical benefit.
We have to face Belforp while preserving our stamina and strength, so forget about the glory or honor before that, whether it’s the Crusaders or the Temple.
“I heard the Emperor wants to personally defeat a demon.”
Merem, who was tapping the map slowly with a sunken gaze, opened his mouth.
“You shouldn’t be the one to face that demon first. You won’t be able to retrieve the core.”
“Do you have a good idea?”
“Yeah. I’ll move with you to a certain extent, but after this point, I’ll go alone. Thanks to the foul magical scent like the smell of rotting eggs, I can sense where it is.”
Merem added quietly when I hesitated to answer.
“Don’t worry. Right now, Leo should be the one to worry about when I’m not around.”
“Uh-huh.”
“While I’m gone… be with that fluffball kitten. Only when I’m not around.”
Fluffball kitten?
Laughing at someone mentioning it, I burst into laughter.
“Are you talking about Silver Rose Duke?”
“Was that the name? I didn’t know.”
“Goodness.”
I thought Shaila was fundamentally a flower deer.
With a hint of fox characteristics, to be precise.
But Merem confidently called him a cat, which was quite amusing.
Because… Merem occasionally resembled a big hunting dog.
“Dogs and cats….”
As I muttered, trying to suppress my laughter, Merem elegantly raised his eyebrows.
“I don’t like it, but that kitten is somewhat tolerable.”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry. I can repel the stray with magic, and the named-class demons will obey me like they did during the Siren.”
Merem’s goal is to defeat the demon and offer the demon core to me.
‘My goal is to settle things with Enrique.’
If there’s one thing Enrique can do for me right now, it’s handing me the throne through death.
‘I’d be really grateful if you died here.’
We’ll have to wait and see how the situation unfolds.
“Leo.”
“Yeah?”
That’s when it happened.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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