The Savior Who Bites My Neck (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 7
Elaina tossed and turned all night.
“…….”
Fatigue was plainly etched on Elaina’s face as she lay there, blinking her eyes.
But despite her exhaustion, brilliant morning sunlight poured through the window, and Elaina finally let out a sigh and rose from her bed.
……Had Melvin woken yet?
In truth, members of the Asweld household—except for Elaina—only barely stirred from sleep until nearly noon. So unless something extraordinary had occurred, they were likely still sprawled in deep slumber.
[If you need time to think, take it. Surprisingly, I am a man of sufficient generosity.]She no longer needed time to think. It was time to tell Sinclair of her decision.
The quickest way would be to go to the imperial palace where Sinclair resided.
‘Walking all the way to the palace on this leg is impossible.’
The distance between the Asweld estate and the imperial palace was considerable—far too great to traverse on foot. Especially for someone with Elaina’s crippled limb.
‘But given the circumstances, I cannot afford to draw suspicion.’
After yesterday’s chaos, even stepping outside required sneaking out. To openly summon a carriage would be nearly tantamount to suicide.
‘First, I’ll leave the Asweld estate, then hire a coachman.’
If she was lucky, she could return before noon—before Melvin awoke.
No, she absolutely had to.
Having finished her thoughts, Elaina straightened her appearance before the mirror and slowly rose from her bed. Leaning on the railing, she began descending the stairs as quietly as possible.
But the scene she encountered was one she had never anticipated—right after she reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Where are you going this early?”
Elaina’s eyes flickered briefly as she spotted Melvin seated on the sofa in the parlor.
‘Why is he awake at this hour?’
But her bewilderment was brief; the answer came to her without difficulty.
He’s been watching me all this time, worried I might go to Sinclair.
It was absurd—such diligence was utterly foreign to him.
In any case, Melvin, whether he’d slept at all last night or not, glared at his daughter with bloodshot, red-rimmed eyes.
“I asked you where you’re going, Elaina!”
“……I only wanted to get some fresh air.”
Elaina replied in a small voice.
“Are you now going to forbid even my walks? Father?”
Frankly, Melvin had no valid excuse. Elaina often went for walks on sunny, pleasant days—even if her gait was limping.
“Or are you planning to lock me up in this mansion until you sell me to Duke Hank?”
Her sharp words caused Melvin’s eyes to fix on her in silence. But Elaina showed no reaction—she simply waited quietly for his next words.
She well knew that in this situation—where Melvin already suspected her—any careless remark could lead to irreversible consequences.
“……Come, let us talk.”
Melvin spoke first.
“Bring us some tea.”
Not long after his words faded, a maid appeared carrying a tray.
Soon, two teacups, faint steam rising from them, were placed before the two.
What trick is this now? Melvin serving *her* tea? If it were watered-down rags or stagnant sewage, she might have believed it.
Elaina regarded the teacup with suspicious eyes.
“What, afraid I might think you’ve poisoned it?”
Melvin sneered, and Elaina gave no reply.
“No matter how poorly we get along, you are still my daughter.”
“…….”
“And yet, you’d do such a thing?”
Yes. Despite all that had happened, Elaina was still Melvin’s daughter. How cursed and agonizing that truth was—you could not know. Secretly, Elaina clenched her fist beneath her worn sleeve.
“I do not suspect you that far, Father.”
Elaina spoke slowly.
“Because you must sell me, after all. And you would never kill me.”
Melvin’s face grew subtly cold. He stared at Elaina with a look of contempt, then continued in a voice dripping with icy disdain.
“I understand well enough. Given the circumstances, it was difficult for you to form any affection for our family.”
“Our family”? How absurd. Just hearing that word made it unmistakably clear who had never regarded the other as family from the very beginning.
“But I have tried hard too. I worked to make the Asweld house stronger, and I strove so that my wife and my daughters could live without worry, comfortably, wherever they went. You cannot deny that much—not even you.”
Well, if you mean you only tried for *your* version of “our family,” then of course I cannot deny it, Elaina thought.
“I have done the same for you. Not a single day passed since your body failed that I did not wonder where I could send you to ease my conscience. Especially after you came of age.”
“…….”
“Ever since our relationship soured, though I never showed it, I kept close watch. Of course, you may not believe me.”
“So you’re going to speak of your plans regarding Prince Sinclair?”
At the sheer absurdity of his nonsense, Elaina could no longer contain herself and uttered Sinclair’s name outright. Melvin’s face grew even colder than before.
“……Sinclair Butler is not suitable for you. Even setting aside the influence on our house, he is plainly unsuitable.”
“…….”
“I intend to send you somewhere where you will be treated with dignity and loved. You may not understand a father’s heart—but I cannot send my daughter to a path clearly paved with suffering.”
Melvin sipped his tea as he rambled on.
“You cannot even properly handle that wretched man, and your treatment within the imperial court would be no easier. You’d be openly mocked, and become gossip fodder for everyone. Is that really the life you want?”
Well?
Was her life here any different?
“I know you have resented me all this time. But I simply accepted it quietly, calmly. No matter how you wander, you are still my daughter.”
Melvin’s madness continued.
“……So think of this not as selling you off, but as carefully choosing the place most suited for you. That is precisely what I have done. This is the only sincerity I can offer you.”
She’d be sold to a roadside gypsy if she thought twice.
And this kind of manipulation? If he had simply thrown all his usual abuse at her—slapping her, kicking her until she lost consciousness—it would have been less absurd.
What farce could possibly compare to this moment? Elaina found Melvin’s words laughably insincere.
She gave no reaction.
“…….”
As Elaina silently stared at him, Melvin realized his all-night coercion had failed.
He gritted his teeth, glared at Elaina as if he wanted to kill her, then repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists until veins bulged on his hands.
Elaina knew from countless experiences what was about to happen.
Well, she’d be beaten like a dog.
But remarkably, that never occurred.
Instead, Melvin began speaking again.
“Still, Elaina.”
At that moment, Melvin’s gaze fixed on her, gleaming with sinister intent.
“……Won’t you drink it?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, but my stomach is unwell.”
She didn’t believe he’d put poison in it—but he might have added another drug. Elaina was no fool to fall for such a shallow trick.
But Melvin’s response was odd.
“Then I have no choice.”
“What do you mean…?”
What does that mean?
Elaina could not finish her question.
Suddenly, a damp cloth was clamped over her mouth and nose, and moments later, she collapsed like a corpse.
“You refuse to even hear me out, then.”
Melvin rose slowly from his seat and looked down at the unconscious Elaina with disgust.
“Take her.”
He tossed the order to the man standing behind her. The man nodded in understanding and tucked the cloth used to knock her out into his pocket.
“As I said, it is the place most suited for you.”
Melvin stepped forward until he stood right before Elaina’s face.
“Duke Hank will treat you kindly, you see.”
Melvin continued.
“He has rather unusual tastes. When he heard you cannot move properly, he was secretly delighted.”
“…….”
“And then, he thought, ‘She won’t be able to run away either,’ right?”
Melvin smiled.
“So, behave yourself. But don’t you dare climb above your station as you did with me. Duke Hank has far less patience than I do.”
Those were his final words to his daughter. Without a trace of regret or sorrow, Melvin turned and left the parlor.
And the pitiful Elaina, still unconscious, was dragged away like a dog by a masked man.
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 🙂
*
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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