“Yes. Um. It’s the youngest glory, so maternity leave is……”
The emperor continued in a gentle tone, then suddenly looked as if he had been struck on the back of the head by someone.
In his stunned eyes, it seemed as if the characters for ‘don’t joke around’ were etched and passing by.
But before his eyes, Lucia only waited for the emperor to finish speaking, her face expressionless.
A suffocating silence filled the vast hall.
And the emperor looked intently at Lucia, holding a deflated giggle.
“AHAHA?! You? You mean it? It’s impossible. An excessive joke.”
The emperor’s laughter at this mistake had a reason.
No matter how he thought about it, there was a perfect error in Lucia’s words.
Iron wall among iron walls. A bird among birds.
Since Lucia, the genius who knew nothing but the sword, debuted at the age of 16, countless noble suitors had lined up for the beautiful lady.
But Lucia was a human who couldn’t understand their language, as if the words love or romance had been deleted from her mind.
The emperor, shaking his head and bursting into laughter as he recalled the series of events, seemed almost dismissive.
At his attitude, Lucia remained motionless like an emotionless doll.
And then she thrust out her hand, spreading all five fingers.
“Ah, sorry. Sorry. That’s right. 5 years. It’s been 5 years. So, our Sword Master is…….”
Lucia shook her head as if to stop the emperor’s words.
“5 years old.”
“5 years old?”
The emperor held out his hand, just like her, at her incomprehensible words.
“Yes. 5 years old. A child was born.”
The emperor’s thick eyebrows desperately shot up.
He then shook his head, denying it.
Lucia nodded her head, confirming it.
No way?
Yes.
No way….
I’m telling you, yes.
No way……
In a fierce battle of affirmation and denial, what was left in an instant was the shriveled emperor, like a thousandyearold mummy.
[Star Icon]Certainly.
It was her last breath…….
As she exhaled ominously through her open nostrils, a warm breath passed sharply over her lips.
‘…….’
Is this the next breath?
After hesitating and repeating the act of exhaling several times, she eventually had to come to a conclusion.
‘I thought those memories were like a revolving lantern, but in the end, they did not die.’
Lucia, the 92yearold Grand Sword Master, the first and last on the continent.
She was once a terrifying swordsman known as the black monster in the Eldarion Empire, and a knight of the royal family.
Though she now lives alone in the deep mountains of the empire for over 40 years, she was a master among masters, with a record of effortlessly defeating numerous wars and topclass monsters, with not even one artificial move, enough to reach the position of commanderinchief of the empire.
In fact, she had been waiting for death for a long time.
Perhaps the loneliness she felt, devoid of interest in anything other than the sword, had made her life more weary than anyone else’s.
And the night she had been waiting for.
Finally, she sensed her right body, filled with memories like a revolving lantern, being eroded by death.
Lucia accepted that death without resistance, and so she fell into eternal sleep…….
She couldn’t.
Was it a delusion? Unfortunately, was it a failure?
Despite what could have been a special, final experience, morning inevitably came.
Lucia, as if giving up on everything, sighed deeply and rose to her feet.
Without even glancing, she habitually reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword.
Immediately grabbing the sword after getting out of bed was a habit to awaken the body, never missed since becoming a swordsman.
And the started sword dance created graceful lines, cutting through the still air of the empty bedroom following the simple path all night, and soon like a final finale,
Swish.
The sharp sword left her hand, scraping the high ceiling.
Thump.
“?”
It’s impossible.
Lucia looked at the ceiling in surprise.
The sword stuck arrogantly in the ceiling.
Usually, a sword thrown to the high ceiling should whirl like a windmill and hang on the sword rack normally.
‘Did I put too much force into it?’
Though she was expecting death just a moment ago, she couldn’t hide her bitterness as her body, which had been controlled without an inch of error for decades, now began to act on its own as she aged.
With a disappointed face, she blankly stared at the ceiling and examined the area around the stuck sword.
‘… Strange. Was this painting here before?’
The familiar yet unfamiliar painting on the ceiling.
The sword was precisely stuck in the middle of that ceiling painting, deeply embedded in something in the hand of the Ashir goddess who governs nature.
That’s when it happened.
Someone knocked on the old Lucia’s bedroom door.
“Commander, it’s Berl. Will you come down when you’re ready?”
‘… Berl?’
It was strange that someone had come to this place where no guest would come, but since the name was not unfamiliar, she tried to recall it first.
Then, she remembered the name of a colleague she had been with when she was young.
The Berl she knew was Berl Altoroot, the deputy commander of the Black Knights.
It was strange.
This mountain range was a dangerous place where monsters lived, unique in the empire, and unless you were a Sword Master or a magician of that level, it was difficult to come.
Therefore, it was an impossible thing for Berl, who couldn’t even ascend to the realm, to come alone, except for the special route of the young maid who was helping her.
Lucia, concentrating on her suspicion, furrowed her brow and rolled her eyes.
Thanks to an unexpected guest, she didn’t even notice her changed strength, let alone the lack of a single wrinkle where she furrowed her brow.
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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