“It wasn’t something to worry about that much!”
I was baffled by his reaction, as if I had narrowly escaped death.
Of course, the erosion fluid could have caused a disaster, but didn’t he successfully break the containment sphere as planned?
“You don’t know anything.”
Anselot chuckled.
“Uh…?”
I blinked in confusion, not understanding the reason.
The moment Louiebel imbued her sword with sword energy, the containment sphere, stimulated by the force, flashed black. It swallowed her and Klaus, then wobbled with a black glow before dropping to the ground.
Chirp!
―Louiebel Nim!
The green bird, left in this space while Louiebel was swallowed, cried out, searching for her.
Anselot immediately rushed towards the containment sphere.
Uncharacteristically, he felt a sense of urgency.
Louiebel must have crossed into the interdimensional space by now. Time flows differently inside and outside of it. Ten minutes outside can be an hour inside, or a year, ten years, even a hundred years, or more.
Therefore, Anselot hurried to break the sphere as quickly as possible.
That’s when it happened.
Chirp!
―This is a lethal version!
Phyia chirped frantically.
“What…?”
A small window floated above the sphere.
Item
A magical containment sphere designed to suppress and kill monsters. (Containment period: Permanent)
The words ‘lethal’ were neatly written beside the item’s name.
This was a story unknown to Louiebel.
Without hesitating, Anselot shattered the sphere.
Crash!
It took less than 5 seconds for him to break the sphere after reading the item description.
But during those 5 seconds, he was tormented by an inexplicable anxiety, akin to fear.
And when Louiebel appeared.
Anselot froze at the sight of her charred appearance.
Her clothes were blackened as if burned.
He felt suffocated for a moment.
“Ah…”
Only after confirming that she was unharmed did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Unlike Phyia, who rushed to her, crying, Anselot couldn’t approach her and just stared at her, clenching his teeth.
Why am I acting like this?
It was strange.
“Thank you, Anselot.”
Louiebel smiled brightly at him.
Frustrated by her obliviousness, Anselot approached her.
He didn’t like the charred look of her clothes.
Anselot draped his overcoat around her.
The large coat fluttered on her shoulders like a cape.
Strangely, he found it difficult to look at her face.
So, he gripped her shoulders and turned his head away.
“…”
“Anselot?”
“You really are… Ah…”
Her curious question prompted a laugh from him.
After a while, Anselot finally spoke softly.
“You had me worried.”
“It wasn’t something to worry about that much!”
Louiebel exclaimed in confusion, and Anselot chuckled.
“You don’t know anything.”
“Uh…?”
Louiebel blinked, still unaware.
“That containment sphere wasn’t just for suppression; it was lethal. And you had no trouble?”
“Lethal? Oh, that’s why…”
She nodded as if realizing something.
“There was an erosion process in that space. But it’s okay. Sir Klaus protected me.”
Louiebel gestured towards Klaus, standing beside her.
Anselot belatedly noticed Klaus.
He was standing right beside her, only a step away, yet she hadn’t noticed him.
When Klaus’s eyes met Anselot’s, he silently bowed his head in greeting.
However, Anselot, who never cared for such formalities, instead of returning the greeting, scrutinized Klaus.
Klaus looked much worse than Luivel.
His knight’s uniform, always buttoned up to the neck, neat and almost ascetic, was charred and torn in places.
There were no wounds on his body, but there were spots of blood here and there.
And……
Light’s Shield
Anselot’s eyes hardened as she looked at Klaus’s changed name window.
‘Something definite must have happened.’
She was somehow displeased.
At that moment, the Emperor, who had managed to get the situation under control, approached Luivel.
The Emperor glanced at Anselot’s hand on Luivel’s shoulder, then turned back to Luivel and asked,
“Luivel. Are you alright?”
“Yes, Mother. But Orent…”
Just then, Luivel’s eyes caught sight of Orent being carried out on a stretcher.
She was startled at the sight of Orent in a near-death state.
“What happened!”
At this, the Emperor’s knights all looked at Anselot.
Anselot herself calmly ignored the gazes directed at her.
‘It’s Anselot’s doing.’
The moment Luivel jumped into the audience seats to block the binding sphere.
Anselot, who had flinched reflexively, bit her lower lip at Luivel’s gesture and unleashed her attack on Orent.
The Emperor’s knights, on their way to seize Orent, could only watch as a hook-shaped white energy suddenly emerged and lifted Orent into the air before slamming him to the ground.
It was an attack of unknown power, either magic or divine force.
The truly frightening thing was that, amidst this, Prince Anselot did not even glance at Orent but stared intently only at Luivel and the binding sphere.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
