Olivia’s vision, which had been getting blurry, properly returned at Cryer’s call.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and rose up with a bundle of documents.
“I just like handling information. It’s necessary for survival.”
Cryer slowly tapped on the armrest of his chair, nodding his head.
“So knowledge is power, is it?”
“What?”
As soon as his words ended, Olivia opened her rabbitlike eyes and asked.
“How did you know?”
“Know what?”
“That knowledge is power.”
“I remember reading it in the Bolshevik’s library. Come to think of it, the current empire is the Bolshevik dynasty…”
Cryer casually replied and closed his mouth, while Olivia blinked her eyes.
A brief silence passed between them.
Olivia, who had been watching Cryer’s tightly closed lips, leaned her upper body slightly towards him and asked.
“Do you… remember?”
She asked with a feeling of doubt, but as expected, the answer that came back was a denial.
“No. It’s only fragmented. I don’t know if I should call it a fragment or a scrap.”
As he spat out an answer that was unbearably gloomy, Olivia felt at a loss for what to say in front of the expressionless and flat Cryer.
Olivia, who had been rolling her eyes, soon opened her mouth as if she had thought of something.
“Do you want to go to the library?”
“You mean the Bolshevik’s library.”
“Yeah. Since you remembered a little, I thought you might be able to trace back from the point you remember.”
“There’s not no possibility.”
“Right? And this is just in case.”
Olivia paused for a moment before continuing her words.
“We might be able to find a case similar to your situation in the library.”
As she spoke, Olivia seemed to gain some confidence and even nodded her head.
And Cryer, too, nodded his head without any particular question.
And why wouldn’t he…
“Starting from the fact that you not only reincarnated into a novel world but also fought with that world, someone came from a world where they split the sea with a sword.”
Olivia folded one finger at a time and recited the very strange history of Bolshevik.
“And as if that wasn’t enough, there’s a history of defying the will of the gods, and there were even crimes so brilliant that they were done on a family scale.”
Olivia, who had folded her fingers up to there, let out a dry laugh. And that wasn’t even the end.
“And there was even regression… It seems like if you regress normally, something will happen. I mean, I’ve died and come back four times myself, but according to the old records.”
“According to them?”
“They regressed infinitely. So, what should I say. When you die at a certain point, you go back to that point. And under certain conditions, you can escape from that regression?”
“It’s unnecessarily complicated.”
“It doesn’t look complicated at all when you condense it into one line… Anyway, there was such a regression, and there were stories about guests from other worlds, right?”
“You mentioned a place where they split the sea with a sword.”
At Cryer’s answer, Olivia opened her eyes thin.
“You, can you split the sea…”
“I can’t.”
Despite the answer that came out so quickly and decisively, Olivia didn’t seem to believe it much.
“So the guest is?”
“Ah, that guest. There are records that a guest came from a completely different world. Even through a dream.”
When Olivia closed her mouth, Cryer buried his back deep into the chair.
“I’ve been listening.”
“Huh?”
“Compared to the history of Bolshevik, the slave contract of the ancient gods isn’t much of a big deal.”
“That’s not it.”
Olivia shook her head strongly.
“It’s not.”
She said it was an important matter twice, and even shook her hand quickly.
Seeing Olivia shaking her head and hand at the same time, a faint smile spread on the corners of Cryer’s mouth and then disappeared in an instant.
“But, Princess.”
“Huh?”
“Despite knowing so much about the history of Bolshevik, you’ve lost in war four times and regressed…”
“What you know and what you can realize are different.”
Before Cryer’s words were even finished, Olivia’s answer sprang out.
“Even if you know how to win a war.”
She stared straight at Cryer and whispered.
“Because it’s no use when you swing a sword.”
Her blue eyes were colored with a crimson sunset.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]Around the time the full moon rising over the Hyeyoung Palace hid its bright face behind the clouds for a moment.
A figure was moving quickly between the shadows and lights illuminating the Princess’s Palace.
The lighting in the corridor was there, but his movement was so discreet that it would be hard to detect him unless one had night vision, given that the moonlight had disappeared.
Like he owned the place, the man who had been heading into the palace of the princess suddenly stopped.
Bending his upper body and deeply focusing, the man eventually straightened himself.
“Just as I suspected, it’s not this patrol route.”
He felt the reward of persistently and obsessively inspecting the palace patrol route every night.
Just as he shrugged his shoulders and began to move again.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
