“Ah… Priests who pray for the well-being of the continent at the Central Temple. Sounds like a big joke.”
Olivia shook her head with a shiver, stroking her arms with goosebumps.
“Then the person with the stamp is only you, right?”
“At the moment.”
“What?”
“Exactly. As of now, I was told I am the ancient god’s only ‘warrior.’ But since I also said I’m the first, there might be a few more slaves in the future.”
As Cryer closed his mouth, Olivia’s forehead bore three deep lines as if a deep valley had formed.
Staring at Cryer with a look of horror, as if she had thought of something terribly frightening, she said, “Your face looks like you have a lot to say.”
“It’s not much, but I’ll ask you just this.”
“As much as you want.”
Nodding approvingly, Cryer inserted a bookmark into the page he was reading.
“You said that before, didn’t you? That becoming stronger through the stamp isn’t true. Then, if it’s just you being strong, even if someone with the same stamp appears, they won’t be as monstrous as you, right?”
Cryer answered the question with another question.
“Don’t you know better about that?”
“How would I know?”
As if it were absurd, Cryer pressed Olivia’s forehead, who was leaning back in exasperation, and replied, “Haven’t you seen anyone stronger than me before the regression?”
“Ah…”
Only now, after rewinding her four past lives, Olivia, with a suddenly relaxed expression, sighed in relief.
“There wasn’t. You were unique. I never saw anything horrifyingly overwhelming in the reports from the battlefield except for your name.”
“Was it so overwhelming?”
To his undoubtedly unserious, slightly amused words, a very serious response came back.
“I’ve been witnessing your achievements, such as single-handedly demolishing the imperial palace walls, not just once, like a parrot repeating it over and over, but it doesn’t feel real.”
Olivia vividly remembered the day when he first appeared on the battlefield during the first continental war.
‘They said he was the one who caused the war. A knight of the Norden Kingdom?’
‘Yes, Your Majesty.’
‘It’s unforgivable. Isn’t he the one we must kill and eliminate? Kill him with all our might!’
Those who stepped onto the battlefield under the Emperor’s orders were determined to fight fiercely.
And until then, not only them but also the people of the Empire, except for those who caused the war, believed in them.
The victory on the battlefield and the fact that the finest knights of the Empire, sent by the Emperor’s orders, would cut off his head.
But in less than a few hours, what came out of the messenger’s mouth, who returned in a mess, was not a victory report.
“Y-Your… Majesty. We… Lost. Everyone’s… dead…”
Unable to finish his last words properly, the messenger crumpled up and died, and an eerie silence filled the space.
Naturally, the Empire did not consider surrender just because they lost once.
Olivia, too, as it was her first life, did not give up the war and burned with the zeal to eliminate Cryer for the victory, for the Empire.
But that zeal did not last long.
In a very short period, one after another, for the very first time in history, only one person, Cryer, swept through the entire battlefield like a storm, sometimes like a tidal wave, and sometimes like a devouring fire, consuming everything.
“And then, as I said, boom, straight to the Imperial Palace in one go!”
With a wide grin and a gesture, Olivia, who was pouring out the tremendous things Cryer had done in the second and third lives, said.
“Stop.”
Cryer, who tapped Olivia’s forehead as she was deeply engaged in storytelling, spoke.
“I’ve understood enough. Stop reminiscing about the past, and now, look at me.”
“Huh? Ah.”
As the light returned to the azure eyes that had been vaguely tinged like a cloudy sky, and he confirmed the reflection of his own image within them, Cryer’s lips relaxed. However, Olivia, still unable to break free from the lingering feelings of the past, grumbled while firmly tapping on his arm.
“If there were just one more monster like you, the continental war would have ended as soon as it began. Well… It almost happened with just you.”
“I thought it was called the continental war. I’m not ten people; even with just me, it doesn’t seem like the war would have ended so quickly.”
In response to Cryer’s very logical words, Olivia put a bit more strength into the fist hitting him.
Of course, to Cryer, it felt like being tapped with a soft stick.
“If such common sense worked, would the Empire have perished at the hands of just you? You really are something, no matter what! Even historians can’t find anyone similar to you, no matter how much they dig into the past!”
“Were you recognizing that?”
“If you could know the past, you’d have more to exploit before the magician, who is either the advent of an ancient god, purification, or a charlatan, does something. Especially since it’s your own past.”
As Olivia poured out her words with frustration, Cryer, smiling wryly, opened his mouth.
“You must have been disappointed that nothing came out.”
Olivia let out a deep sigh and extended her hand.
“Just disappointed, that’s all. I ordered a thorough search to see if there were any discarded records because it was too suspicious.”
“Discarded records?”
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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