Olivia sarcastically muttered and kicked the cliff, on which someone from the Levir family had written, with her foot.
Staring at the cliff silently in that state, Olivia, without turning to Kraye, asked, “Anyway, with this, we know that the child of Norden’s crazy, no, the daughter of the magician, did not inherit something.”
“Yeah. Since there are no traces of anyone coming here recently.”
“By any chance, through magic…”
“Well, I don’t know about that, but if magic were so omnipotent, they would have used magic to turn the continent into a paradise rather than creating slaves like me.”
Whenever something happened, the topic of ‘Could it be possible with magic? Impossible?’ repeated. Kraye’s conclusion was his own way of thinking.
Olivia acknowledged it, but she excellently demonstrated the virtue of a leader who always had to keep the worst-case scenario in mind. “He might be capable of large-scale destructive schemes. Among those damn magics, the only thing we can understand is the ability to ‘control people at will,'” Olivia added. Neither Olivia nor Kraye knew that even Valentina Hainder and Greta could communicate in real-time over long distances through the mirror.
Greta had given Kraye that mirror in her previous life, not in this one.
“Well, due to the unimaginable power of magic, we should consider all possibilities, but being scared of it doesn’t mean we can’t do anything.”
Kraye silently agreed with Olivia’s refreshing conclusion, and she carefully examined the cliff again.
“Doesn’t it mention what deal was made?”
“They wrote down the details of the deal for a very long time.”
“Why do these people never speak according to the basic principles? They don’t even have a ‘why’ for doing such things.”
“There might be a restriction against disclosing the contents of the deal.”
Kraye’s mouth twisted.
“It probably wasn’t worth as much as treating descendants as prey and catching them by hand.”
“Well, considering the current state of the Levir family, it certainly had no value.”
Olivia spoke with a voice colder than a winter lake as she stepped on the cliff.
“I don’t know what the Levir family asked for and obtained from the ancient god. But…”
Olivia’s eyes flickered as if a vivid blue flame had bloomed.
“We certainly know what they offered to the ancient god. So, let’s start with securing that ‘price.'”
It was the moment when the fate of Sugar Levir, the child with crimson pupils, was decided.
Exiting the filthy cave, the two headed straight to Sugar’s house in the park.
Again, Kraye went to Sugar’s house alone this time, but when he returned, unlike before, there were two people.
“Fainted?”
“Yeah. I didn’t touch her.”
Even with Kraye’s added remark, Olivia, without much thought, just nodded her head while poking the cheek of the child hanging on Kraye’s shoulder like a pendant.
But the child just closed her eyes as if dead.
“She fainted from surprise; she’ll wake up soon.”
Olivia, who had not yet grasped the situation but, driven by the ancestor’s desire, gazed at the child destined to be offered as the ‘sacrifice’ to the ancient god, opened her mouth.
“Shall we go back?”
“Yeah. Let’s go back.”
The underground of the temple in the center of the royal palace of Norden, where no one knows, a place where everyone who knew disappeared.
In front of the large altar and a few steps away, Greta was more focused than ever.
On her forehead and temples, grotesque blue veins protruded, and the bloodshot vessels in her eyes burst, staining them with a sickly reddish hue. Occasional dark red blood flowed from her nose, and her lips were parched, twisted with yellowed crusts.
However, she didn’t take her eyes off the man in front of her for even a moment.
No, he was not a man, but rather a ‘tool’ and a ‘slave.’
“Now, I’m going to brand the mark. No matter what happens, you must not move.”
Even with Greta’s voice, languidly scratching her ear, the man who had taken off his top and knelt before her only nodded his head slowly, without asking what would happen.
Greta, as if struggling to control the wriggling mark in her palm, reached out towards the man’s back, her blonde hair swaying.
It had to succeed at once. There would be no second chance.
When Greta stamped the mark on Kraye, the first warrior of the ancient god, her father, the wizard, was present.
But now she was alone, so repeating this massive and agonizing stamping process would take a very long time.
Of course, she never regretted purifying her father.
If there was something to regret from the beginning, it would be that she didn’t do it.
After careful consideration, Greta, between the man’s shoulder blades, imprinted the mark of the ancient god, being extremely cautious.
[DASH]Chiiiing.The sound rang out as if supporting the flesh, but there was no smell of burning.
A second passed after the mark moved from her palm to the man’s back, then another second passed.
The man, who had been half-lying down, opened his eyes wide, as if they were about to tear, and Greta’s lips at the end were torn.
“I told you to stay still.”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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