It was a familiar face.
A man she had seen so much that she could draw it vividly even with her eyes closed.
No, even if she hadn’t seen him that much, his face was etched into her eyelids since he had killed her four times already.
But no matter how wonderful it is, the fascination fades if you see it every day.
Even when she had pulled his cheek closer to her face earlier, she hadn’t thought much of it.
Why is this annoyingly handsome face suddenly getting closer now!
Even if she doesn’t have any petty feelings towards him, when she brings a face like that so close…
When she was unaware, she naturally didn’t have any special thoughts, but once she was conscious of it, her ears started to get hot. Soon, it felt like her whole face would turn red.
“There’s no need to keep our foreheads together like this, right?”
As she tried to quietly pull her head back, laying out an entirely reasonable explanation as if it were an excuse, Cryer answered.
“No.”
Because it was such a short answer, Olivia had no choice but to ask again, weakening her voice.
“No…? Then is there a reason?”
Does your head work better when you put your foreheads together when you’re brainstorming?
Come to think of it, that monster has never lost a single time on the battlefield he experienced in his four previous lives.
Of course, he had unimaginable power, but he also spread strategic warfare at the beginning of the war…
As Olivia was about to fall into the past, her mind snapped back to reality with Cryer’s voice mixed with laughter.
While still pressing his forehead against hers, Cryer answered with his eyes narrowing into long slits.
“Because I want to.”
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]While Olivia and Cryer were forehead to forehead, discussing two, no, several unresolved issues,
Bonita, who left the palace with the same stern face as when she entered, headed straight for the Hainder mansion.
“Welcome back, my lord…”
“Don’t let anyone in.”
Ignoring the welcoming servants, Bonita went straight into the inner room of the mansion, her own room.
In the center of the room, where the unique smell of old furniture filled the moist air,
The Duchess approached the bed without hesitation in a place where products that were popular a long time before the current ones were in use.
She knelt down straight and prayed towards the small hand mirror neatly placed in the center of the bed.
“O God.”
And miraculously, the small hand mirror started to glow in response to her prayer.
Immediately after the old hand mirror glowed red with strange patterns,
A voice echoed from beyond the mirror.
“Bonita. Servant of God.”
To which Bonita respectfully bowed her head and answered.
“Yes. I’m here.”
“How did it go.”
Even in the face of a command from above to below, as if a master was commanding a servant, Bonita Hainder, one of the most powerful aristocrats in the empire, answered quietly like a dog on a leash.
“I’ve prepared a reason to bring him into the empire, as you asked.”
The fuss about the residence of the knight to the emperor and the empress was, after all, to obtain a reason.
For another ‘guest’ from the Norden country, who is not anyone else, and for the one she is truly serving.
“That’s good. As soon as the altar is finished, go to the empire.”
“Yes. I’ll take a few more steps to make it convenient for you to come.”
“You never disappoint.”
“You’re too kind.”
To the answer drier than the desert sandstorm, the voice beyond the mirror added.
“Thanks to you, the second servant of God will be completed sooner than expected.”
“In that case.”
“Yes. The time for purification may be advanced. I have to go now. I hope to see you soon.”
“Yes. Greta.”
The name of the woman next to the Crown Prince of Norden flowed out between the bloodless lips of Bonita.
Now that the wizard is dead, or even before the wizard’s death, she was the woman closest to the ancient god.
Therefore, Bonita served Greta without hesitation.
Bonita Hainder.
The legitimate successor to the Hainder Ducal family and a noblewoman with blue blood running through her veins.
She experienced an incident one day in the past.
‘No, no, it can’t be.’
Bonita, who was murmuring the same words as if she wasn’t in her right mind, tightly gripping the bed sheets, was embraced by a warm arm.
‘Daughter, regain your senses. Please don’t let your father see you like this.’
Bonita’s father, who was then Duke Hainder, embraced his daughter as he always did.
‘It’s not, right? Father. It isn’t, right?’
Leaning on her father’s shoulder, or rather clinging to it, Bonita asked over and over again. But the response she received was not what she had hoped for.
‘Let go. She won’t be able to come out into the world…’
Bonita, recalling up to that point, had a desolate look on her face that twisted grotesquely for a moment.
Yes. Bonita’s world ended that day.
Yet the world was still peaceful, the sun still rose and set, and smiles lingered on people’s faces.
From that day onwards, Bonita lost interest in power. She had no interest in wealth. She didn’t love anyone.
And so she was as indifferent to the duties associated with being a duchess as she was to her rights.
She was simply consumed by betrayal and hatred, which turned her inside out and made her heartache every day, but still lingered.
One day, a god appeared to her. Miraculously, from a small hand mirror.
And so, speaking through Greta’s voice, the god said.
‘This world needs to be purified.’
Bonita heard clearly what purification was, but the god didn’t promise her anything.
Bonita was not a fool. On the contrary, she was too clever to forget her terrible memory.
So she knew. When the world is purified, she will be purified as well.
Knowing this, from that moment on, Bonita began to move with one purpose.
All of this was for.
“A purified world.”
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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