Kuu-ung.
My heart felt like it had plummeted straight to the Earth’s inner core, and every hair on my head stood on end.
The familiar voice from behind me held none of the usual warmth I’d grown accustomed to.
The terror was so overwhelming, I felt the blood drain completely from my face—as if the human body could undergo such drastic temperature shifts under sheer panic.
My body, previously heated from the tension of fleeing, cooled instantly, and my lips dried out rapidly.
Turning around with the creaking stiffness of a broken wooden puppet, I saw Edan, just as expected, filling my field of vision.
Beneath the moonlight, standing against the ancient castle wall, Edan’s black cloak fluttered as he stared down at me with icy, narrowed eyes. I’d forgotten—thanks to his consistently harmless behavior—but now, in an instant, I was jolted back to reality. This impossibly beautiful man before me was, without a doubt, the villain.
“Latieana.”
For the first time, he spoke my name—in a flat, monotone voice.
“You were going to ask, weren’t you?”
He emphasized his words again, forcefully.
Perhaps I should consider myself lucky—he was smiling, ever so slightly.
“Where were you going?”
Instead of answering, I shifted my gaze to the object clutched in Edan’s left hand.
My eyes naturally drifted toward it. A long, gleaming silver blade, stained with fresh, vivid red blood—
blood that looked as if it had just been spilled moments ago.
From head to toe, goosebumps erupted across my skin, and my heart began pounding rapidly.
‘What on earth have you been doing every night in the library?’
I released my grip on the stone I’d been clutching.
“That’s… this is… oh, it’s a misunderstanding!”
Edan didn’t even blink as he replied.
“What misunderstanding?”
“I… I was just… stretching under the bright moonlight. Doing some nighttime calisthenics…”
“Making excuses, huh?”
I expected him to get angry, but instead, his smile softened slightly as he cut me off.
My fingertips grew clammy with sweat, so I tightened my grip on my bag strap.
“I know what you were trying to do.”
“Huh?”
“You must’ve been really angry that I didn’t accept your resignation. To think you’d try to leave like this.”
He hit the nail on the head—as if he’d crawled inside my head and read my thoughts.
But I shook my head vigorously, as if to insist such an idea had never even crossed my mind in my wildest dreams.
“No, really, I—”
“It’s fine.”
Edan cut me off again, and his next words made my eyes widen in shock.
“You can run away.”
Did I hear that right? Since when was “running away” such a hopeful phrase?
I finally detached myself completely from the castle wall, where I’d been awkwardly clinging with my legs pressed together.
“R-really?”
In that moment, I didn’t even realize how foolish my question sounded.
By asking that, I’d just openly admitted I’d been trying to escape.
Edan smiled benevolently at my hopeful, sparkling eyes—as if encouraging me to go ahead.
“As much as you want.”
I’m saved! The man who looked like the Grim Reaper moments ago now suddenly resembled an angel. His smooth lips looked especially beautiful tonight. It’s almost a little sad to think I’ll never see this face again once I leave. But goodbye. I really want to live.
“Thank you! Then, goodbye!”
I bowed deeply enough for my long hair to brush the floor, clutched my bag tightly, and turned around to leave. Just as I took a determined step forward, Edan’s low voice followed me.
“But if you’re caught, you die.”
…Huh?
This time, I genuinely felt broken. I barely managed to twist my body back toward him. Edan was tilting his head slightly, fingers resting lightly on his neck.
His eyelids slowly closed and reopened. By now, his smile had vanished, replaced by lethally cold, blood-red eyes brimming with killing intent.
“…But you just told me to go?”
“Yeah. And I’ll kill you if you do.”
That’s literally the same as telling me not to go.
“Still, go ahead and keep running for now.”
“B-but you said you’d kill me…?”
“Yeah. Still, be brave.”
“…”
My mouth snapped shut on its own.
What kind of bravery? The bravery to end my life right here? With that voice… with that merciless expression… telling me to “be brave”…?
No one in their right mind could possibly muster courage in this situation.
My wandering gaze drifted back to his left hand.
Drip. Drip. Each drop of red blood sliding down the finely sharpened blade felt like another month shaved off my lifespan.
I lifted my previously forward-placed foot and stepped back.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re not leaving? Not running away?”
“Oh, come on, Master. Who said anything about running? I told you—I was just doing moonlight calisthenics.”
As I spoke, I swung my arms wildly in exaggerated circles.
Be shameless. To survive, just stubbornly deny everything.
Swallowing my shame, I flailed my arms chaotically, stretched my waist front, back, left, right, and even demonstrated bending and straightening my knees.
Edan, who’d been silently watching me, seemed to consider whether to believe my act, and asked again.
“You’re really not going?”
“Nope.”
“Lacking courage, huh?”
Edan lightly lifted the corner of his mouth. He wasn’t any less terrifying when smiling, but it was still far better than his blank expression.
“For now, come over here. I’m in a hurry.”
“…Huh?”
Edan strode forward, hooked one arm around my waist, hoisted me up, and slung me over his shoulder without hesitation.
“Kyaa! Wh-what are you doing?!”
Before I could even recover from the dizzying spin of my vision, Edan began moving quickly, and instinctively, I clutched tightly onto his cloak.
“I’d love to play with you longer, but I’m a bit pressed for time today.”
Terrified of falling, I clung to him desperately—and in mere moments, we stood before the library.
“Why here…?”
Through the crack of the open door, suspicious flickering lights glowed within the library.
Instantly, my grip on his cloak went limp.
This was the place Edan entered and exited every night. I’d deliberately tried not to pay attention, but those bloodstains he always carried—they came from in there. The blood staining this sword today… also originated from within.
I’d vaguely guessed that something unknown happened inside the library each night—but I never wanted to know, not now, not ever. I didn’t want to be curious. I didn’t want answers.
You said I’d live if I didn’t run. Then why bring me here?
I gulped, the sound loud in my parched throat.
Edan pushed the library doors open without hesitation, and I gaped in shock.
“This… this is…!”
Inside the library, a portal stood open.
“If you’re not used to portal travel, close your eyes.”
Without hesitation, Edan carried me straight into the portal.
“Ugh…!”
Blinded by the rushing light, I squeezed my eyes shut with all my strength.
Not long after, the wind suddenly changed.
From the warm, gentle breeze of the East—to a cold, dry winter gale.
When I opened my eyes, I stood in a place thick with darkness and fog.
Kwaang! Kwang! Loud noises and the stench of blood filled the air.
“Where is this…?”
Edan answered my bewildered mutter as he gently set me down on the ground.
“The Unbreakable Wall.”
Good heavens. The Unbreakable Wall marked the northern border at the edge of the Empire.
The Empire’s northern region was dominated by massive snowy mountain ranges—the first place demons typically invaded.
And along those mountains stood the very wall called the Unbreakable Wall—the place where I now stood.
A cold wind swept over my entire body, making me shiver violently. Edan casually yanked down a nearby flag and draped it over me.
The large flag covered me from head to knees. Edan pointed with his finger toward the other side of the wall.
“You see that?”
Following the direction of his finger, I momentarily stopped breathing.
Not far below the wall, enormous demons and soldiers were locked in fierce combat.
The demon, resembling a lizard at first glance, wielded a thick, long tail—each swing sent three or four soldiers flying into the air.
Watching soldiers tossed like ragdolls, I instinctively stepped backward in fear.
Then, for some reason, a sense of dissonance struck me, and I turned to look behind me.
“How is this even possible…?”
Unlike the horrific battle raging before the wall, the area behind it was a perfectly peaceful meadow.
Countless stars formed a glittering Milky Way overhead, and beneath the moonlight, a shimmering river flowed serenely through the vast grassland.
The moment I saw this starkly contrasting landscape divided by a single wall, I realized.
This was the battlefield where Edan had writhed in agony before meeting Ivy.
Everything clicked into place.
I never imagined he’d opened a portal inside the castle… but every night, Edan had been fighting demons here, then teleporting via portal to rest in the Eastern region.
The place I’d fled to—the farthest possible job I could find—turned out to be the mad villain’s lair.
They say when luck runs out, even falling backward breaks your nose—but this? This is full-on facial fracture level.
“Latieana.”
“Y-yes? What is it?”
I snapped back to attention at Edan’s voice.
“Just a warning—demons love flashy colors. So stay covered and wait quietly.”
Edan lightly tapped my head.
I looked up at him. His dazzling blond hair shimmered even brighter than my own.
“And what about you, Master?”
“Me? Pfft.”
Ah, right. He doesn’t need to worry. Any demon foolish enough to charge him would be killed instantly.
At that moment, frantic footsteps echoed as a knight sprinted up the stairs like a madman.
Covered in blood just like Edan had been last time, the knight spotted us and gasped for breath, sputtering incredulously.
“Your Grace! Where on earth did you disappear to mid-battle? Are you trying to get all our soldiers killed?!”
Edan clicked his tongue lightly.
“Ruben.”
“Yes! Go ahead, make some excuse!”
“I already told you—I had something important to do.”
“What could possibly be more important to Your Grace than killing demons?! Do you have any idea how panicked everyone got when you vanished mid-fight at the front lines?! In the middle of an emergency like this—?!”
The knight, clad in the same black cloak as Edan, bellowed furiously as he charged forward—then abruptly froze.
He’d made eye contact with me.
“…?”
As if he’d seen something he shouldn’t have. As if witnessing the forbidden.
His pupils seemed to tremble in shock—then his eyes crinkled slightly.
“No way… Latieana Merigold?”
This time, my own brow furrowed.
“You know me?”
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 🙂
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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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