The fate of the Kingdom of Iorenti was trembling in peril under the invasion of the Imperial Army.
Fifty thousand Imperial troops had gathered on the plains of Cabat.
The Iorenti fortress continued its breathtaking standoff with the Imperial Army.
However, the commander’s quarters, the nucleus of the war, were peaceful enough to be unable to sense the ominous clouds of war.
Just as the eye of a storm is calm.
From the tranquil eye of the storm, Aaron furrowed his eyebrows.
Has my prisoner gone mad?
This was what Aaron thought, looking at the small, pale foot extended before him.
Even amidst all this, the mad prisoner’s leg swayed so enchantingly that Aaron could not take his eyes off it.
“Commander, I need shoes.”
“You shouldn’t need shoes, prisoner.”
“I need them. I’m going to leave from here.”
Truly mad.
A mad prisoner who proudly proclaims to leave while captured.
However, Delia didn’t consider Aaron’s thoughts at all.
As if retrieving something left behind.
As if saying something that should be done.
Delia put her requirements forward without hesitation.
“I’ve been locked up too long and it feels like my spirit is fading. I’m going for a walk, so bring me shoes.”
My precious prisoner seems to have gone mad after a severe bout of illness.
Aaron replied, frowning at her.
“It seems that our prisoner doesn’t understand the situation. You’re a prisoner of the Stillets Imperial Army.”
Aaron emphasized the word ‘prisoner’ to wake Delia up to her situation.
The gray gaze looking at Delia was sharp beyond measure.
“I’m fully aware of the situation, so just bring out the shoes, Commander of the Stillets Imperial Army.”
The prisoner in front of him raised her eyes haughtily and smiled.
Her face, with its bright smile, was so beautiful that you couldn’t imagine she was a prisoner.
And that beautiful face was incessantly scratching Aaron’s nerves.
“You kept me alive to use me. So take care of me. If you keep me locked up like this, I might starve to death.”
The military officer who had come to check on Delia’s wounds looked back and forth between the two.
A commander who intended to exploit the identity of an unknown lady, and a prisoner trying to boss around the enemy’s commander.
The outcome would be good no matter what, and the officer found the confrontation between the two quite entertaining.
“Officer.”
“Yes?”
The officer, who had been enjoying the fight with a sneaky smile, flinched at the harsh gaze of his superior.
“What are you doing? Check the patient immediately!”
“Yes, Commander.”
The officer quickly approached the patient and started talking.
“Patient, I’ve come to check on your wound.”
Delia unbuttoned her unfamiliar but familiar shirt.
The soft shirt flowed down and a cool breeze hit her shoulder.
She shivered slightly at the unfamiliar chill.
Perhaps it was because of the commanding officer’s gaze intensely watching her wound…
Delia ignored Aaron’s gaze as best she could and pulled her left arm out of her shirt.
A bandage stained faintly with blood was wrapped around her arm.
The officer skillfully unwrapped the bandage and examined the wound.
“It seems the treatment went well. But you should be careful until it’s fully healed. If it gets infected before it heals completely, it could be more dangerous.”
Delia nodded lightly.
As the officer disinfected and rebandaged the wound, he cautiously spoke.
“I’m sorry, but there may be a scar. I did my best, but…”
“A scar is no big deal for a prisoner.”
Delia spat out coldly, and lifted her head to glare at Aaron.
“Do you think I’d care about scars if I’m dead and rotting?”
Having woken up from a threeday unconsciousness to find herself a prisoner of the enemy.
The commander of unknown identity had tied Delia up, unable to move, squeezing her breath while probing her identity.
She couldn’t just sit there and be used.
Delia quickly switched to an innocent look, asked the officer with a tone full of trust.
“Are there soldiers who die from stress or fear of gunfire?”
“There are occasionally such cases reported, but the general case is…”
The officer hesitated at Delia’s extreme words.
“I think I might be like that. Maybe I have claustrophobia, because my heart pounds when I’m confined in a small space, and I can’t sleep because of stress.”
“But you were sleeping well.”
Interrupting the officer’s mumbling words in one breath, Delia elaborated on her situation.
“The gunshot just echoed in my ear, and the illusion of my body riddled with bullets made cold sweat drip down my spine. I was so scared that I couldn’t breathe.”
“If you speak so fast without taking a breath…”
Delia cast a piercing glance at the oblivious officer laying down his advice.
But what could she do?
She needed the officer’s help to get what she wanted.
Delia put on the kindest expression she could muster and looked at the officer.
And with a notably soft voice, she explained what she wanted.
“I feel like I’m going to suffocate if I stay here. I need to get some sun, get some fresh air, and exercise. Can I go for a walk?”
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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