However, no one was happy about this fact. The situation was too grave for rejoicing.
[Beep, beep.]Cheep-cheep also sorrowfully chirped, rubbing its face against Rozete’s cheek, which had become thin over the week.
At that moment, no one noticed Rozete’s small hand twitch slightly.
During her sleep, Rozete had a nightmare. Rather, calling it a nightmare was a misnomer, as her dream merely showed her past actions.
Many events passed by, primarily the deeds she had done for the Dallas family.
‘I hate this, hate this.’
Even in her dreams, Rozete groaned in agony. The dream showed her the last evil act she had committed.
In the dream, Rozete, hooded, sneaked into Adrian’s office.
Her hood, already soaked in the dark red blood of several knights she had killed, was damp.
“You’re quite capable.”
Feeling her presence, Duke Adrian drew his sword and waited for her.
“Did Duke Dallas send you?”
…
Without responding, Rozete approached him. Moonlight streaming through the window faintly illuminated her face.
Seeing her youthful face, Duke Adrian’s face hardened. He then gritted his teeth.
“That damned man, to use such a little kid…”
Rozete reflexively responded.
“I’m not a kid. I’m an adult now.”
“An adult?”
Rozete, malnourished and overworked, was very small. She looked no older than thirteen or fourteen at best.
Especially compared to the taller children of Adrian’s family, Duke Adrian found it hard to believe her words.
But more shocking than Rozete’s youthful appearance was her indifferent expression.
Duke Adrian quickly realized she was accustomed to such tasks.
“How long have you been doing this?”
…
“…”
Duke Adrian lowered the sword he had pointed at Rozete and asked her.
“Isn’t it painful to be used by the Duke?”
“…”
“You remind me of my daughter. It’s not too late to turn back. You don’t belong in this kind of work.”
His words stirred something in Rozete.
“I am…”
In truth, she never wanted to kill people.
But whenever she hesitated, Duke Dallas controlled her with the magic he had implanted in her.
People shouted at her in anger, calling her a heartless murderer, or they begged for their lives.
But no one ever asked if she was suffering. Not a single person.
Rozete lifted her head and looked into Duke Adrian’s eyes. He had sheathed his sword and extended his right hand.
“Or I can help you escape.”
“Ah…”
Rozete realized at that moment that she could never harm this man.
So she turned to leave. But as she took a step away…
“!”
Her body started moving on its own. She turned around, walked back towards Duke Adrian, and extended her hand towards him.
As Duke Adrian reached to grasp her hand, her mouth opened involuntarily, and she chanted a spell. Simultaneously, the dense mana around her formed a sharp blade and pierced the Duke’s abdomen.
Blood flowed from his mouth.
No!
But Rozete couldn’t even say that. Instead, another spell came from her mouth.
The mana blade attacked the Duke again. He, unguarded and defenseless, collapsed to his knees.
“Ah… Ah…”
Rozete, now free of control, knelt before him. She didn’t understand why, but tears welled up from her dried eyes.
She wanted to use healing magic, but she couldn’t. Duke Dallas had taken measures to prevent her from using healing spells.
“I’m sorry, so sorry. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to live like this.”
I just wanted to be happy…
Duke Adrian, looking at her, wiped her tear-stained cheeks with his bloodstained hand.
“Don’t cry, child.”
There was no trace of resentment in him. Perhaps it would have been less painful if he had hated her like others.
Tears shed by Rozete dripped down onto his fingers.
“Never go back to that man.”
But if I don’t return to Duke Dallas, where should I go? The only place I have to return to is there.
How can I escape this hell? No one ever gave me an answer. All people gave me were curses and blame.
Won’t you give me that answer? Please open your eyes.
Please.
Rozete knelt, motionless, before the unresponsive Duke Adrian, endlessly shedding tears.
Then, suddenly, someone extended a hand to her.
The large, calloused hand, evidently that of a swordsman, was extended towards her.
“It’s time to get up, Rozete.”
A warm, kind voice.
“Dad has been waiting for you.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
