The Wolf Lord is Enduring (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
Screeeeech!
A screeching, ear-splitting friction of wheels—utterly out of place on the quaintly decorated dessert street—once again shook the earth.
Raphelian burst out of the carriage the instant it stopped.
‘What on earth is that kid doing here?’
The small figure sprawled on the road, cradling a fluffy white bundle, was unmistakably his youngest sibling—even from afar.
Raphelian, who rarely showed any sign of disturbance, now wore an expression of grave seriousness.
His piercing blue eyes and the sharp pheromones emanating from him were enough to strike fear into the hearts of everyone on the street.
“Riello!”
At the booming voice that echoed through the street, the fallen girl jolted upright in alarm.
Since she was often misunderstood even when doing something praiseworthy, the girl desperately wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible.
“Don’t get up so suddenly like that…”
What if she’d broken a bone somewhere?
Raphelian reached out to stop the child’s abrupt movement.
But things didn’t go as he intended.
Before he could do anything, the girl set down the white wolf pup she’d been holding and darted away swiftly.
To any observer, her intent to flee was unmistakable.
With a flustered heart, Raphelian scooped up his younger sibling and stepped directly into the girl’s path.
“Uwaaah!”
The girl, charging forward without looking, collided with the sudden obstacle, panicked, and—thud!—landed hard on her backside.
Her plan unraveling contrary to her intentions, the girl was instantly overtaken by anxiety.
“Oh no…”
He’d blocked her path thinking he couldn’t just let her go—but he hadn’t expected her to fall like that.
Raphelian handed his sibling to the driver who had rushed over, then lowered his posture.
“Hey, kid.”
At the soft call, the girl couldn’t even lift her head and fidgeted nervously.
Realizing this wouldn’t do, Raphelian decided first to help her up.
The moment his hand touched her small frame, Raphelian’s eyes widened slightly.
‘What is this?’
He was captivated by a pure, clear aura—utterly devoid of any ill intent.
It was filled only with gentle, transparent goodwill, like untouched white paper shimmering in the light.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
His voice, as he asked, was unusually kind.
There was no reason for her to remain aloof when she’d just received help.
After all, even if one were nobility, acting stiffly in a situation like this would only mark one as an ungrateful, poorly raised fool.
Grateful that she’d saved his younger sibling—and touched by a purity he’d never sensed in any noble child before—the ever-guarded Raphelian found his usual sharp edges softening naturally.
“Huh?”
Startled by the unexpectedly gentle tone and soft gesture, the girl abruptly lifted her bowed head.
Thus, for the first time, their gazes—previously misaligned—finally met.
“Hah!”
Recognizing the person who’d caught her, the girl gasped sharply, inhaling deeply.
Silver hair fluttering in the biting wind, vivid blue eyes as clear as the northern sky, and a breathtakingly beautiful face—cool yet elegant—loomed over her crimson eyes.
‘How can a person possibly look like this?’
Stunned by his appearance, her eyes lost focus and glazed over.
Even Raphelian found his gaze stolen by those vacant ruby eyes and couldn’t utter another word.
The instant he looked into those red eyes before him, Raphelian felt a strange, electric sensation race through his entire body.
‘Is this even possible…?’
He was utterly bewildered.
His ears—normally so sensitive they picked up sounds that shouldn’t even be heard—were now eerily, unnaturally quiet.
His thoughts froze completely under this utterly unfamiliar sensation.
He couldn’t believe the world could be this silent.
‘What is this person? Who even are they…?’
Overwhelmed by a feeling he’d never experienced before, Raphelian strongly sensed he must not let this small human slip away. Perhaps it was curiosity—or maybe a desperate need for the only breathing space in this chaotic world.
Though thinking different thoughts, the two stared at each other as if time itself had stopped. Their eyes locked perfectly, without the slightest misalignment.
“…”
“…”
No words passed between them; only a long silence stretched on.
In the calm, deep stillness—as if they were the only two left in the world—they even forgot to blink.
But this profound quiet didn’t last long.
‘Am I dreaming? I couldn’t sleep last night because of the thunderstorm…’
The girl, who’d even forgotten to blink, slowly lowered and raised her eyelids, trying to make sense of the situation.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t understand what was happening at all.
Her grip on reality was nearly zero—and because of that, she did something she normally never would.
Her thin, tiny hand reached out and touched his cheek.
“Pretty… Soft… Huh?”
Feeling the distinct sensation at her fingertips, she tilted her head curiously to the side and absentmindedly brushed his cheek once with her half-dazed expression.
The vivid feeling in her hand confirmed this was absolutely not a dream.
‘Not a dream… Then…’
The girl reached one conclusion.
No matter how fast she prided herself on being, there was no way she could have dodged that hard, fast-moving metal monster.
‘I’m not that lucky a person.’
Her heart churned uneasily.
She’d thought, rolling on the ground, “I survived!”—but now realized that had been a mistake.
“I… must be dead. This person must be an angel.”
Staring blankly at the hand that had touched him, the girl murmured.
At least death hadn’t hurt as much as she’d imagined—she hadn’t died in great pain, and for that, she was grateful.
Yet she felt sorrowful. Unbearably, bitterly wronged.
‘There were so many things I wanted to do before dying… Since I died on an empty stomach, even my ghost won’t look decent. To look like a beggar even in death…’
Lost in thought, she sniffled—and then, meeting his eyes again, tears streamed freely from her unusually large, beautiful eyes.
“Oh—no.”
The girl’s tears pulled Raphelian back into the real world.
Noise flooded his ears once more.
Though the sounds returning after such dizzying silence grated on his nerves even more, what troubled him far more was the small human before him, shedding thick tears.
“Why are you crying? Does it hurt a lot?”
Trying to soothe the suddenly weeping child, Raphelian gently stroked her dry cheek.
“I really must be dead. You really are an angel. Waaahh!”
Encouraged by his kindness, the girl raised her voice and began to sob loudly.
If he weren’t an angel, there was no way he’d treat her so gently—so she couldn’t stop crying.
Convinced once more of her death, the girl finally unleashed all the tears she’d suppressed her whole life. If she was dead anyway, she might as well cry her heart out to ease the sorrow.
“A-an angel?”
“I’ve never even eaten bread until I was full… But at least it’s not hell… Hic, I’m glad it’s heaven. But… could you please, please save the puppy too?”
Utterly unaware of how flustered he was, the girl babbled through her torrent of tears.
Raphelian was confused at first—but soon realized what she must be thinking.
However brave one might be to save a stranger, fear was only natural.
‘She was that terrified, yet still begged for the puppy’s life.’
Touched by such pure goodwill—something he hadn’t felt in ages—his mood began to lift slightly.
“You’re not dead.”
“Angel… Do you really have to take me with you?”
“Kid, look at me. You’re not dead.”
Raphelian took out a handkerchief and gently dabbed at her eyes, which kept welling up with tears.
Her tear-streaked, messy cheeks became a little tidier.
“Huh?”
“I said you’re not dead.”
“You don’t have to lie just to calm me down. Someone like you couldn’t possibly exist in this world.”
Normally so reserved with his emotions, this time he couldn’t hold back—and burst into loud laughter.
At the sight of him laughing so cheerfully, both the driver watching from a distance and the youngest child of House Mosteros in his arms gaped in astonishment.
“My name is indeed derived from Raphael—but unfortunately, I’m not a real angel.”
He shrugged his shoulders with a refreshing laugh and brushed back his unruly hair near his ears. Only then did he fully take in her appearance.
Tattered clothes, worn-out shoes, short hair cut haphazardly and messily, dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, and hollow cheeks.
And limbs painfully thin.
‘Twelve? Maybe thirteen?’
Feeling a dry bitterness in his mouth, Raphelian gently wiped her tear-dampened cheeks again.
“You’re a bit hurt, but you’re still alive—so don’t worry too much.”
“If that’s the case… then I… I…”
If she wasn’t dead, that was a problem in itself.
As the girl began to realize this wasn’t heaven, her eyes widened more and more—until she was nearly gasping for breath.
A wave of fear crashed over her about what she’d just done.
Her thin body, trembling with terror, shook violently.
If he wasn’t an angel, there was only one explanation.
He must be an extremely high-ranking noble.
“A-ah! I-I’m so sorry! I touched someone so important without thinking! Please forgive me! I thought I was dead… I’m sorry!”
The girl threw herself flat on the ground, begging desperately as if her hands and feet were one.
At her frantic plea, Raphelian finally realized the human before him had touched him.
In truth, he’d been so utterly absorbed by those red eyes that had led him into perfect stillness that he hadn’t even noticed her hand on his cheek.
‘She touched me…’
He’d been so unaware that he hadn’t even registered her touching him.
Wanting to clearly understand just what this rare experience truly was, Raphelian looked down at the figure trembling on the ground.
‘I must seem like a terrible person.’
Seeing that frail, small body curled up like that wasn’t pleasant at all.
Raphelian quickly helped the child up.
Then, gently cupping the cheek where she bit her lip hard to hold back tears, he said,
“What exactly did you do wrong?”
“Well…”
“I haven’t said a single word to you, have I?”
Though his usual cold tone and expression toward others were completely absent, the girl couldn’t easily shake off the fear she’d swallowed.
“You owe me no apology. In fact, I should be thanking you. Thank you for saving my sibling. House Mosteros owes you a great debt.”
Raphelian bowed his head.
“Y-yes? Huh?”
The girl, who’d answered absentmindedly, gaped with her mouth open.
‘House Mosteros?!’
Hearing his status, the girl trembled even more with fear.
One of the Empire’s four great ducal houses—standing at their very core, a northern powerhouse so strong it could declare itself a sovereign principality at any moment, and the Empire’s most prestigious family.
Anyone living in Atherion knew the name Mosteros.
That a scion of such a house would bow his head to her left the girl utterly astonished.
‘Why would someone so incredibly important be kind to someone like me? Even bowing his head…’
No one in her whole life had ever treated her this way—so this unfamiliar kindness only frightened her.
‘Ah! There are so many onlookers—he’s probably just pretending to be nice here and will beat me somewhere else! After all, someone like me hugged his precious body… and even touched him.’
It was a reasonable suspicion built from experience.
At the thought of being beaten, tears welled up uncontrollably.
Though she usually held back her tears well, today they were strangely hard to contain.
For his part, Raphelian was flustered by her weeping.
His keen, animal-like senses clearly read her sharp wariness and fear.
Instinctively, he felt things ahead wouldn’t go smoothly. At this rate, not only would he fail to understand this strange experience—he might lose this human forever, and the thought made him anxious.
“Oh dear. You’ll get tired if you keep crying like this.”
“A-ah! I won’t cry! I won’t cry anymore! I’m sorry!”
Just one sentence from him had only heightened her tension further.
Raphelian decided to change the subject.
“It’s not wrong to cry—you fell hard, so tears are natural. I’m just worried you’ll exhaust yourself. Where hurts the most? Your cheek? Shoulder? Arm?”
Raphelian carefully examined her injuries.
Since most touches on her body had been violent, she instinctively shrank back and shook her head vigorously, insisting she was fine.
“You seem to move well, so you probably didn’t break any bones…”
“I’m really okay.”
“I understand your feelings. But I’d still like you properly checked and treated. Let’s go to the hospital…”
“N-no! There’s no need!”
The girl cried out in panic, waving her hands frantically.
Desperate to resolve this where many could see, she insisted on her stance with all her might.
But Raphelian, seeing her face turn deathly pale, completely misunderstood.
‘She must have suffered something awful at a hospital before. In that case, I’ll just call our family physician.’
He decided there was no need to force painful memories on someone who’d also saved him. After all, basic treatment could easily be done at home.
“If you dislike hospitals, then come to our home instead. I’ll summon our family physician. I should also meet your parents and explain the situation.”
If she truly had a proper home and parents, her condition wouldn’t be like this.
Still, Raphelian followed protocol just in case.
Soon came the reply—almost exactly as he’d anticipated.
“I don’t have a home. No mom or dad either. Never did.”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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Our poor El! I can’t believe this injustice! I thought this family would surely have someone follow her. Also why is she being referred to he. Did the others also believe she was a boy? The gas to have known she was a girl!
Our poor El! I can’t believe this injustice! I thought this family would surely have someone follow her. Also why is she being referred to he. Did the others also believe she was a boy? The gas to have known she was a girl!
For a child to be used to such abuse that it’s programmed into their instincts is upsetting. How did el raise herself to be so good-natured? And why was Ralph’s only idea to adopt her? You think she would be okay with that? Good luck though!!