This fearsome Evie Ariate intended to use Zion’s curse, which prevented him from revealing secrets, to determine what the other party knew and did not know.
“I didn’t know the curse would be part of the cooperation.”
“Good things are good.”
Zion let out a nearmocking laugh at Evie’s frivolous answer. So Evie added firmly,
“Why, there’s a saying, isn’t there? Every disadvantage can be an advantage, depending on how you use it.”
“Is that really an apt metaphor……”
Zion laughed again, incredulous.
So Evie thought that the Count was laughing quite frequently these days.
Of course, it was not a regular laugh but a haughty, mocking one, but considering his cold past, it was a significant improvement.
Evie looked around slyly, and Zion asked again,
“So you have no other plans before dinner?”
Most festivals or banquets start late in the afternoon on the second day.
This is because most of the nobles stay up all night drinking and gambling from the first day.
So until late afternoon, those who are sober gather, or they have a small tea with close acquaintances.
Zion asked Evie first if she would be attending such a gathering and if he needed to accompany her.
To that, Evie cheerfully shook her head.
“No, I’ll be fine then. I’m going to see the Duke.”
“The Duke?”
“Yes, he fainted yesterday and is still recuperating, so I’m going to pay a visit.”
“A visit?”
“Yes……. A visit.”
Zion repeated the word twice, so Evie became a little uneasy.
Evie looked at Zion with an expression as if there was a problem, and Zion stared back at her, swallowing a sigh.
“It wouldn’t look good if you went to see the Duke’s behavior like that.”
“Hmm, but it’s the duty of a Holy Maiden to go to a sick person.”
“Are you serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be serious?”
Evie, who failed to feign sincerity, snapped her mouth shut in dissatisfaction.
Zion looked at her and muttered as if talking to himself,
“You must have a strong stomach to go there.”
“Hmm…….”
“……What’s with that expression?”
“It’s an expression of, ‘You just realized that now?'”
At Evie’s defiant response, Zion laughed as if dumbfounded.
But Evie didn’t smile at all, just rolling her eyes to the side.
The Count seemed to have no idea what Evie meant.
Rather, Evie wondered why the Count underestimated her resilience so much.
‘Hey, it’s because I have a good stomach that I’m dealing with you.’
Would he understand if she told him this directly?
Could it be that the Count thinks he’s better than Cassell Montravo?
Or has he completely forgotten what he did?
No, you’re worse than him. Compared to what you did, what the Duke did was just affection.
I can’t say that I hate you more than I do. Your actions were child’s play compared to what the Duke did.
Evie pressed her lips tightly to resist saying this, then looked away for a moment with a gentle, smiling expression.
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.
.
Come to think of it, it’s natural that the Count is so insensitive.
Because he’s a person who doesn’t need to be sensitive.
That fact had already been clearly revealed yesterday, under the haggardly bloomed azaleas.
Yesterday, Evie was prowling around, alert like a small herbivore, looking for something to do.
On the other hand, the Count was sitting like a mighty lion, dominating and controlling the space.
Although it’s ridiculous to say this, borrowing his dignity, Evie was truly a wonder.
They are the same person, so why are they so different?
Things that are difficult for Evie are too easy for the Count.
Therefore, the way Evie and the Count live is different.
Rabbits live in the way of rabbits, lions in the way of lions, and crows in the way of crows, but somehow only people are so different from one another. Some become emperors, some become nobles, and others exist as utterly worthless commoner girls.
This makes the words “same person” lose color in an instant.
So that’s how it is. So it’s fine if the Count is dull, and Evie must always be sensitive.
It is really exhausting, but what can be done? Endure it.
Evie took a deep breath and shook off her stifling feelings. Then she gracefully stepped into the marbledecorated corridor.
Cassard Montre was staying in the east wing of the villa where there are better rooms. However, the room he was using was the second best room in the villa. The master of the first room was already separate.
When she went over to the east wing, the corridor was already crowded with people. Most of them were Montre’s people.
As Evie greeted them and headed for Cassard’s room, suddenly the door opened, and a group of people came out.
Among them, there was a familiar face to Evie.
“You……?”
Ryo Tuha, who had just come out of the room, saw Evie and hesitated.
Ryo was dressed in a formal suit as always.
As the daughter of the house hosting the festival, she could have been dressed more splendidly, but whether it’s because of her stubborn personality or her longing for the saintess, Ryo’s outfit was neat today.
Of course, only the appearance was neat, Evie knew well how much that lady barked and snapped.
As expected, Ryo asked with a slightly displeased expression.
“Are you here to see the Count?”
“Yes, Miss Tuha.”
At Evie’s answer, Ryo’s expression hardened further.
So Evie prepared for an attack.
Let’s talk for a moment. What on earth are you doing? Don’t think that just because the penalty was dismissed, your wrongdoing has gone away!
Ryo’s annoyed voice vividly came to mind.
But contrary to Evie’s expectations, Ryo just looked down at the floor with a slightly displeased expression.
“Since you have already come, it can’t be helped, but it would be best if you didn’t stay too long.”
Ryo spoke coldly and passed by Evie, leaving her wondering why she was acting like that.
Evie also entered the room where Cassard was staying, leaving Ryo behind.
There, she saw Cassard sitting on the bed with a faint expression and surrounded by influential nobles.
Having suddenly collapsed and laid out on a sickbed at someone else’s house party, Cassard was quite cheerfully mingling and chatting with his friends.
“Oh, you came just in time. Come on, come here!”
As soon as Cassard saw Evie, he waved happily.
‘Just in time, was he talking about me?’
So Evie looked around the room to figure out what was going on.
Cassard was smiling and joking as always.
But the reaction of the nobles around him was a bit strange. They were all looking at Evie; some were smiling meaningfully, while others had eyes filled with compassion.
So Evie’s heart dropped without knowing why.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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