Look at the sky to pick the stars.
Of course, Lucia could not be the saint’s mother.
Back then and even now, Lucia thought that the only reason the child mistook her for its mother was her black hair.
It is a temple that had been collecting data on the blackhaired saint for hundreds of years due to the prophecy from a thousand years ago.
Even in that temple, the list of blackhaired people on this vast continent was no more than about 50.
But regardless of such facts, anyone who looks into the pure eyes of this child and hears these magical words might feel the urge to become its mother at least once.
“No. I’m not your mother.”
But, of course, Lucia was not that kind of person.
The child seemed quite disheartened by her firm words.
As if the lamp shining on the child had been extinguished, the luster in its twinkling golden eyes disappeared, and it rapidly darkened.
“But I came to save you. This place is dangerous, so let’s go somewhere safe.”
She beckoned for the child to follow, not noticing its shocked reaction, but as expected, the child did not move at all.
Lucia was flustered.
Her plan was this:
Rescue the unfortunate saint, find a house on the outskirts, hire a trustworthy nanny, and hide and raise the child until it awakened as a saint.
Considering her return this morning, it was not a bad plan.
But what she lacked, she did not know.
Trust is needed, even for a speechless animal, let alone a human.
‘…I guess it doesn’t understand words.’
She had thought, naively, that it would follow her according to her flimsy plan, but she was on the wrong track.
In the end, Lucia approached the child and reached out as if to lift it up.
Then,
“…Annie must stay here.”
The child muttered with a look of resignation.
It’s not that it couldn’t understand the words.
It was a great relief.
“Annie cannot go. It smells here. …If not cleaned, it hurts.”
Surrounded by a foul smell, she hadn’t noticed, but the child’s words seemed true as the excrements gathered regularly in various places were visible.
But in this vast warehouse, it almost didn’t seem like a job that the child could do.
Something else bothered her.
‘It hurts?’
She recalled the terrible death of the saint before her return.
A saint is a child sent by God.
Even if it looks frail, it has the robust physique to survive days without food, as it is written.
That’s why it lived and breathed for several years, sealed in a tree wrapped in such grand words as the tree of life, but actually the tree of sin.
And yet the child is hurt?
Lucia hastily uncovered the rags the child was wrapped in and examined its body.
The child resisted the rough touch, but its small strength was no match for Lucia.
“No! No! It hurts, it hurts…!”
It was strange.
Despite the child’s rough resistance, she lifted it up and examined every corner, but there were no injuries.
Then, suddenly, a white light gathered in the child’s hand.
The child, trembling, extended it urgently towards her with a pitiful gesture.
It was the third evidence, the holy power.
“This. This…! No injuries now. It’s healed now. There. There… Now mana in a bottle…!”
When she shined a lantern on the wall that the child pointed at so desperately, there were countless checkmarks lined up with flailing whips.
“……!”
‘…I’ll rip you apart.’
Blood vessels popped on Lucia’s beautiful forehead.
She couldn’t help but notice.
It looked nothing but a hideous mark to test the holy power.
The reality was much harsher than expected.
These tattered whips on such a small child’s body.
If this was the case, the saint in her previous life did not just suffer at the moment of sealing but lived her whole life in pain.
Lucia’s poker face, which didn’t blink at anything, was distorted in an instant.
“Tell me. How on earth did you end up here?”
Judging by her speech, there was no doubt that the child had grown up among people.
I’ll find them all and make them suffer just the same.
The child, her wrists painfully held by an excited Lucia, was just struggling to break free and couldn’t respond.
But Lucia didn’t stop asking questions.
“Where were you before? Your parents?”
At her fierce questions, all the strength seemed to drain from the child who had been trying to escape, and she slumped down.
Then, she dropped her head and moaned as if wringing the words out.
“…Orphanage. Mom, Dad… gone.”
The child, head bowed, trembled her tiny chin as the tears she had been holding back filled her pitiful golden eyes to the brim.
“….”
‘…If I had parents, they wouldn’t have called me Mom.’
How stupid.
Such petty revenge on a child who already had enough scars was only important to Lucia, who felt guilt as a saint.
Only after touching the child’s wounds did Lucia realize her own indifference.
She chastised herself again for her ignorance, which was similar to having handed over the child without knowing anything before her regression.
.
.
.
“I’m sorry.”
It was indeed an old apology.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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