The people saw the Duke’s servants coming with barrels full of oak alcohol on the carts, and ran to line up.
The inauguration of a war hero, the reunion of the couple of the century, was of course an interesting thing, but the endless food in front of them was more important.
The latearriving temple archivists and newspaper reporters were busy recording the exciting atmosphere, regretting missing the important scenes.
【Sir Arien, who arrived earlier than expected. Reunion with Duke Julius…】
【Julius is hosting a grand victory party on the street…】
[This is the time separator]The return army base set up in front of Duke Julius’ territory.
The Duke and his wife, Julius, who had gone around the territory where an untimely festival was held and came back, were heading towards the commander Arien’s tent under the guidance of the knights.
There was a tremendous amount of food flying even in the army base, but the atmosphere was quite different from the street.
The soldiers were sporadically enjoying alcohol and food, but in a somewhat subdued atmosphere.
The soldiers who noticed the Duke and his wife, who were heading to Arien’s tent under the knight’s guidance, either looked at them with cold eyes or sneered at them.
Some glanced at them briefly and ignored them to clean their barracks, and some even spat out saliva while glaring at them.
Not a single person showed respect to them.
What was more serious was that nobody was stopping such an atmosphere.
As the Duke’s face turned red with anger, the expression of the Duchess gradually turned pale.
‘I hope my husband notices this danger signal…!’
Finally, in front of the commander’s tent.
“Commander. The Duke has come to see you.”
Looking at the knight who had stationed them in front of the tent and was asking Arien for permission to enter, the Duke, whose anger had risen to his head, pushed him away and entered.
The Duchess, who failed to whisper to the Duke and hold him back, followed him in despair.
The moment Tristan, who was in the tent, tried to stop the Duke with his longsword, Arien raised one hand to stop him.
“Do not do it, Tristan.”
The weapon that was about to push away the Duke’s chest stopped just before it touched the Duke’s body, and moved back with good manners.
The Duke, who was glaring at Tristan as if he wanted to kill him, barely took his eyes off him and growled at Arien.
“…Sir Arien.”
Arien, who got up a step late at the Duke’s call, smiled plainly.
“Duke.”
The Duke made an ambiguous expression, not sure whether he was smiling or baring his teeth.
As soon as Arien gestured Tristan to step back, the Duke opened his mouth.
“What the hell is this?”
Arien raised one eyebrow as if he didn’t know what he was talking about, still smiling.
“I’d like to ask the same question. What happened?”
At Arien’s attitude, the Duke’s eyes widened.
“What?”
Arien’s words continued.
“Did my wife disappear in the meantime? Are you bringing out some other lady instead of my wife?”
“……!”
The Duke’s mouth opened with his words blocked.
The Duke had not expected Arthur to openly question the matter in such a way.
He thought it would be something to laugh off even if it was somewhat inconvenient, and that it would be subtly put back to normal.
He thought that Arthur must have carelessly blurted out such a thing in front of others due to a momentary lapse of judgment, and that he must be regretting it now.
“You… You.”
Even as one who bore Julius’s name, how could he do this unless he intended to ruin them together?
The Duchess could not hold herself back and stepped forward.
“Sir Arthur.”
Arthur’s gaze turned to the Duchess.
The Duchess spoke with forced composure.
“That woman is indeed your wife, Christina.”
Arthur laughed without blinking an eye.
“Do you not recognize your own daughter, Duchess? She’s not the woman I married.”
The Duchess’s voice rose defiantly.
“That child is Christina! The finest lady in society!”
―――――
Roas: A viscount family. It’s known as a noble family of mixed blood, known for adopting and raising Arthur.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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