After turning eighteen and truly stepping into Tienda’s social world, the conservative nobles were severely cold to Evie, a commoner. Some young nobles even foolishly wagered when this lowborn would flee back to Bise.
But despite that solid malice, the rejection of Evie did not last long.
Because of Evie’s astonishing ability blessed by God, and a kind and warm nature that matched it.
Eventually, the cold nobles also opened their hearts one by one, and now they loved Evie enough to mention her as the next saint.
But today, all that effort crumbled away. Evie spat out rude words in front of everyone.
But she swore to the heavens that Evie had no intention of saying such things.
“The words came out on their own. Without me knowing. Why on earth has this happened…?”
Evie looked confused, searching for the cause, and then suddenly swallowed a sigh.
Come to think of it, a servant had once told her this.
“Miss Evie, you must know about curses if you’re going into the social world.”
“It’s very rare, but nobles sometimes request curses like they buy assassinations.”
“That curse traps the target in a strange way. So you must be careful.”
Yes, she heard about curses.
Recalling that word, Evie simultaneously confirmed her condition.
Maybe, no. This is definitely a curse. Otherwise, her mouth wouldn’t move on its own like this.
As her thoughts reached that point, Evie’s delicate eyes trembled anxiously.
“If I say it’s because of the curse… will they all believe me?”
If she says that insulting the great noble, Count Laurel, was not her intention, that the rudeness just before was all because of the curse…
Evie thought so, and tightly closed her eyes.
She was a bit disgusted with herself, more scared of the nobles’ eyes than the unidentified curse.
But there was no helping it. In Tienda and Bise, there is a wall of class that can never be crossed, where arrogance is a right and humiliation is a duty.
While Evie was merely stomping around, the carriage soon arrived at Evie’s mansion.
The servants rushed out to meet their master’s early return, but Evie ignored them and ran straight to her room. Then she leaned against the door and took deep breaths.
“I need to find out what kind of curse it is to explain.”
Evie thought so and looked at the fulllength mirror in her bedroom.
In the mirror, a pure girl with black hair spread out stood holding her breath. Her carefully dressed appearance looked beautiful even to her own eyes, and she felt fresh sorrow for having to run away.
Evie bit her lip in grief and whispered to the mirror.
“I am Evie Ariate. The candidate for the saint of Manyanya Tower, and Evie Ariate, who is presumed to be cursed…”
Evie mumbled a few words as they came to her and then wore a sad face again. Unlike when she spoke rudely to the count, her words came out properly now.
‘Why? Do the words only get twisted in front of others?’
It was a plausible assumption, but it was too early to conclude. Earlier, Evie was able to speak correctly in front of the count for a moment.
Evie stared at the mirror, repeatedly pondering, when a sharp knock resounded.
“Miss Evie, I’m here.”
A calm voice came from outside the door. It was the voice of Evie’s butler, Dieus.
“I heard you’ve returned. You came earlier than expected; is something wrong?”
The butler asked politely, but Evie did not have the energy to explain and vaguely brushed it off.
“I insulted Count Zion Laurel at the party for being bald and ran away because I couldn’t handle the consequences.”
“……What?”
“Gasp!”
No, she was trying to beat around the bush.
But Evie’s voice once again defied her body’s will, and Evie gasped and closed her mouth.
Again. Her mouth moved on its own again. Why? Why now of all times?
‘Wait, could this be……?’
Stunned, Evie gulped at a certain premonition.
Come to think of it, it was true. Whenever unwanted words came out of Evie’s mouth, there was a specific situation before. The first time, the second and third, and now.
Swallowing dryly at the continuing conjecture, Evie cautiously asked the butler outside the door.
“Uh, butler. Can we keep this talk for now, and may I ask just one question? Anything I was curious about.”
“What is it……”
“Just once, it’s important.”
Evie urged the hesitating butler, who reluctantly gave in.
“Then Miss Evie, did you really break the statue of the disposed tower lord by accident?”
“No, I kicked it on purpose.”
There was a brief silence at Evie’s unreserved answer.
Evie’s eyes widened in surprise, and the butler outside the door was silent for a moment.
“……Why?”
“The tower lord pissed me off.”
It was the same when the butler asked for the reason. Evie answered without knowing, and froze dumbfounded.
After a meaningful silence, the butler asked softly.
“Then Miss Evie, do you happen to know the whereabouts of my limited Verdard teacup?”
“Yes. It’s buried in my room’s flower pot.”
“Did you break that too?”
“Yes. But that was an accident.”
“But why did you deny it every time I asked?”
“That’s because you nag and hold grudges… SStop! That’s enough now!”
With the butler’s relentless probing, and her own confessions that flowed smoothly from her mouth, Evie, in her surprise, terminated the conversation.
The butler called to open the door, so Evie grabbed the doorknob tightly and groaned.
“How could this be……”
Evie finally realized. She was under a curse, and she also realized that she could not explain to the nobles, including Count Laurel.
The gentle and noble candidate saint, Evie Ariate, was cursed.
Certainly, it was a curse to always answer honestly to others’ questions.
And just an hour ago, cursed to be honest, Evie said this in front of everyone:
“You really are as bald as you look.”
“Greet properly, you illmannered child.”
“Ah, aah……”
Evie, who was chewing on her words, turned pale.
She had no choice but to admit it from this point on.
The cheap vulgar language that was attributed to the curse was, in fact, Evie’s purest sincerity.
The kind and gentle Evie Ariate was originally irritable and materialistic, but she pretended to be demure only to become a saint.
But the lightningfast curse that fell happened to expose that pretense, and when Evie realized the situation, she slumped against the door.
Then she forgot how to breathe and screamed in silence.
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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