Tiendavis - For Perfect Salvation (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 1
“To you, in this imperfect world, who longs for perfect salvation.”
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“You’re as rude as you look.”
A young girl’s sharp words doused the cheerful banquet hall like ice water.
“Still, I suppose I must finish my greeting. It’s a true honor to meet you, Count Sion Laurel.”
The follow-up insult snuffed out the last traces of laughter, and the nobles froze on the spot as if struck by sudden thunder.
The nobles who had been enjoying the party stared blankly at the girl.
The girl in the aqua-colored dress was Ivy Ariate.
She was the leading candidate for the next Saintess—and the very culprit who had just shattered the banquet’s atmosphere with only two sentences.
An icy silence settled over the hall, centered on her. And at that moment, when everyone was flustered, Ivy—the source of the whole incident—was quietly yet fiercely horrified.
‘What did I just say?’
Ivy scanned the hushed banquet hall with wide, startled eyes like a frightened rabbit, then looked back up at the dazzlingly handsome man standing before her.
His name was Sion Laurel. He was the younger brother of Duke Laurel, who had hosted this banquet, and the very person Ivy had just accused of lacking manners.
While Ivy stood frozen, blinking in shock, the count spoke.
“What did you just say?”
At the count’s flat question, Ivy snapped back to her senses and tried to explain herself.
No—she tried to.
“I said you’re as rude as you look, but it’s still an honor to meet you, my lord.”
But what actually came out of Ivy’s mouth was a cheeky provocation, and she gasped in horror.
‘H-how did this happen?’
Something was wrong. Polite Ivy would never say such a thing to someone she’d just met.
So startled was Ivy that she quickly shook her head.
“I—I beg your pardon, my lord. That wasn’t what I meant to say…”
“Then?”
The count cut off her excuse and leaned toward her.
As the distance closed, his face drew nearer. Ivy looked up, flustered, at the face now only a hand’s breadth away.
The count was astonishingly handsome.
His features were as finely carved as a sculpture, flawless in every detail, and the way he lowered his broad shoulders just to meet her gaze made his imposing stature clear. Moreover, his golden hair shimmered beneath the chandelier like a halo.
Only one thing differed from the rumors: his sky-blue eyes, said to be empty and lifeless, now held a strangely intense gleam.
“Then what were you trying to say?”
The count watched Ivy as he asked, his tone impossible to read—was he offering her a chance to explain, or merely holding back his anger?
But desperate Ivy answered without thinking.
“Go learn some proper manners, you ill-bred brat.”
And wished she could just die.
‘This must be a dream…’
Her mouth had betrayed her again, plunging her into trouble.
Unable to believe what had happened, Ivy stared at the count like a rabbit caught in a trap.
Meanwhile, the count’s gaze remained oddly unreadable.
He seemed angry, curious as if observing something strange, and perhaps even pondering how to punish her recent insolence.
His ambiguous expression and the hall’s oppressive silence tightened around Ivy’s throat.
The nobles watched her in silence, their faces full of curiosity—why had the gentle, well-behaved Saintess candidate suddenly acted so outrageously?
Ivy wanted to explain or justify herself to them, but she dared not speak, afraid more strange words might slip out.
Terrified, she hesitated, then bit her lip hard.
Finally, leaving behind countless eyes fixed upon her, she fled the banquet hall.
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‘What on earth is going on?’
In the carriage, Ivy panted as she replayed the recent events in her mind.
Just moments ago, she had insulted the high noble Sion Laurel in front of hundreds of nobles—going so far as to call him ill-mannered.
It was unthinkable.
In Tienda, only four houses bore the title of high nobility, and foremost among them was the House of Laurel.
The Laurels were nobles among nobles—the de facto rulers of this kingless continent.
And yet, at a banquet hosted by Duke Laurel himself, she had insulted Count Laurel.
Ivy imagined what the nobles present must be whispering, and tears welled in her eyes.
—Good heavens, was she always like this?
—Lucky we saw her true colors before she became Saintess.
—As for manners… well, what else could you expect from a commoner from Vis?
At the imagined criticism, Ivy squeezed her eyes shut.
Though she was now a leading candidate for Saintess, Ivy was in truth a commoner from the lower continent of Vis.
Raised in an orphanage in Vis, she received the blessing of the gods at fifteen. Noticed by the Tower Lord, she ascended to the noble world of the upper continent—here in Tienda.
At eighteen, she formally entered Tienda’s social circles, but conservative nobles harshly shunned her for her low birth. Some young nobles even made childish bets on when she’d flee back to Vis.
Yet despite their entrenched hostility, their rejection of Ivy didn’t last long.
It was thanks to her miraculous abilities—granted by divine favor—and her genuinely kind, warm-hearted nature.
Gradually, even the coldest nobles began to open their hearts, and now they loved her enough to name her a top Saintess candidate.
But today, all that effort crumbled in an instant. In front of everyone, Ivy had blurted out reckless, vulgar words.
Yet Ivy swore on her life she’d never intended to say such things.
‘The words just came out on their own, without me even realizing… Why is this happening…?’
Confused, Ivy searched for a reason—then suddenly caught her breath.
She remembered something her butler had once told her.
—“My lady Ivy, if you’re entering high society, you must also learn about curses.”
—“It’s extremely rare, but nobles sometimes commission curses just as they would assassinations.”
—“Those curses trap their victims in bizarre predicaments. You must be cautious.”
Yes—she’d heard about curses before.
Recalling those words, Ivy suddenly understood her condition.
Perhaps—no, certainly—this was a curse. Otherwise, her mouth wouldn’t move on its own like this.
As this thought struck her, Ivy’s gentle eyes trembled with anxiety.
‘If I say it’s because of a curse… will anyone believe me?’
If she claimed her insult to the high noble Count Laurel wasn’t intentional—that all her rudeness was due to a curse…
Ivy squeezed her eyes shut.
She disliked herself a little for worrying more about the nobles’ judgment than the unknown curse.
But there was nothing she could do. Between Tienda and Vis lay an unbridgeable wall of class—where arrogance was a right, and humility an obligation.
While Ivy fretted uselessly, the carriage had already arrived at her townhouse.
Servants rushed out in a fluster at their mistress’s early return, but Ivy brushed past them and ran straight to her room. Leaning against the door, she took a deep breath.
‘If I’m to explain myself, I first need to identify this curse.’
With that thought, Ivy looked at the full-length mirror in her bedroom.
In the mirror stood a delicate girl with long black hair, holding her breath. Her carefully adorned appearance looked lovely even to her own eyes, making her current predicament all the more pitiful.
Biting her lip in frustration, Ivy whispered toward the mirror.
“I am Ivy Ariate. Saintess candidate of the Manyanya Tower, and presumably, Ivy Ariate afflicted by a curse…”
She mumbled a few more words at random, then frowned again. Unlike when she’d insulted the count, her words now came out properly.
‘Why? Could it be that my words only go awry in front of others?’
It was a plausible theory—but still too early to conclude. After all, she’d briefly spoken properly even in front of the count earlier.
As Ivy glared at the mirror, lost in thought, a crisp knock sounded at the door.
“My lady Ivy, it’s me.”
A calm voice came from outside. It was Deis, her butler.
“I heard you’ve returned. You’re home earlier than scheduled—has something happened?”
The butler asked politely, but Ivy, lacking the energy to explain, tried to make something up.
“I insulted Count Laurel at the banquet for being ill-mannered and couldn’t handle the fallout, so I ran away.”
“…What?”
“Ah!”
No—she’d meant to lie.
But once again, Ivy’s voice defied her will, and she clapped a hand over her mouth in shock.
Again. Her mouth had moved on its own again. Why? Why now of all times…?
‘Wait… could it be…?’
Frozen in place, Ivy suddenly gasped as a suspicion dawned on her.
Now that she thought about it, every time unwanted words spilled from her lips, a specific situation had preceded it—first, second, third, and now.
Swallowing hard at her growing suspicion, Ivy carefully addressed the butler outside.
“Um, butler… let’s set that aside for now. May I ask you just one question? Anything you’ve been curious about.”
“What do you mean…?”
“Just once—this is important.”
Ivy pressed the hesitant butler, who reluctantly began.
“Then, my lady Ivy… was the Tower Lord’s discarded statue truly broken by accident?”
“No, I kicked it on purpose.”
A moment of silence followed Ivy’s blunt reply.
Ivy’s eyes widened in shock, and the butler outside fell quiet for a beat.
“…Why?”
“Because the Tower Lord really ticked me off.”
Just like before—when the butler asked for an explanation, Ivy had answered without thinking and now stood frozen in dismay.
After a meaningful pause, the butler asked softly,
“Then, my lady Ivy… do you happen to know where my limited-edition Verdade teacup is?”
“Yes. It’s buried in the flowerpot in my room.”
“Did you break that too?”
“Yes. But that was an accident.”
“Then why did you keep saying you didn’t know whenever I looked for it?”
“Well, it’s because you nag and hold grudges like crazy… N-never mind! That’s enough!”
Overwhelmed by the butler’s relentless questioning and her own uncontrollable confessions, Ivy cried out and cut off the conversation.
The butler shouted for her to open the door, so Ivy clung to the doorknob and groaned.
“This can’t be happening…”
Ivy finally understood: what curse she was under, and that she could offer no explanation to Count Laurel or any of the nobles.
Ivy Ariate, the Saintess candidate known for her gentle and noble character, had been cursed.
She was certain—it was a curse that forced absolute honesty in response to others’ questions.
And just an hour ago, cursed into brutal honesty, Ivy had said before everyone’s eyes:
—“You’re as rude as you look.”
—“Go learn some proper manners, you ill-bred brat.”
“Aaah…!”
As Ivy replayed her own words, her face turned deathly pale.
There was no denying it now.
Those crude remarks she’d blamed on the curse were, in fact, her pure, unfiltered truth.
Kind, docile Ivy Ariate had always been a sharp-tongued, petty person at heart—but had merely been pretending to be well-behaved, all for the sake of becoming Saintess.
And now, the curse that had struck like lightning happened to be one that stripped away every pretense.
Realizing this, Ivy sank to the floor with her back against the door.
Then, forgetting even how to breathe, she screamed in silent despair.
When male lead is the homewrecker
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
I’ve read the novel below twice already. Girls, I’m highly recommending it to you!
The female lead? Not a good person.
The second male lead? Not a good person.
The male lead? Willingly plays the third party, breaking up the female and second male lead’s relationship despite all the warnings from his friends—so yeah, he’s definitely not a good person either.
Basically, nobody in this novel is simple-minded or without scheming.
The female lead starts off as the male lead’s secretary, but don’t worry—later on, she takes over the company while the male lead steps back to support her. He won’t steal her spotlight, overshadow her, or dull her shine.
I love novels where men are out here snatching wigs, tearing each other down, and going to war just to win the female lead’s affection. And this is exactly that kind of novel. Most of Hai Dai Ran’s works have this dynamic. You’ll see the male characters’ emotions being pushed to the absolute extreme.
There’s even a scene where the second male lead exposes the male lead online for being a homewrecker. The brotherhood immediately gangs up on him, dragging him through the mud. I find it compelling —it completely flips reality on its head, where usually, women are the ones fighting over a man and getting torn apart by the sisterhood.
For me, female leads in the novels I read should only struggle in their careers, not in love. But if the brainless romantics in the story are all men? I have zero complaints.
I’ve pretty much read all of Hai Dai Ran’s novels and even translated all of them—her works are just my thing. I’ll slowly upload everything here. One day, when my website is official, I hope I can invite her to join as one of the star authors.
Here’s the story synopsis:
One-line summary: She is his lifelong obsession, to the point where he was willing to be a third wheel, scorned by society, just to wedge his way into her relationship with her fiancé.
Cold-hearted and indifferent female lead + Scheming and subservient CEO male lead
Intro 1:
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
With blood trickling from his clenched fist, Rong Xiu gazed at the woman before him, his eyes clouded with anguish. Hidden in the wardrobe, he had witnessed Fan Xia – the woman he desperately loved – in an intimate embrace with her fiancé. Yet his heart still yearned for her, defying all reason.
Fan Xia, the elegant and composed assistant, carried something mysterious in her eyes whenever she looked at her fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng. Strange occurrences began to surface – secret meetings with the young Gu Jin Yi, an unexplained withdrawal of 5,000 yuan… Then suddenly, her fiancé’s sister, Wen Jing, violently attacked her.
In this matriarchal society, Rong Xiu had risen to become the chairman of a powerful healthcare conglomerate, breaking through gender prejudices. But for the first time, he willingly stepped into the shadows as the other man, disregarding his friends’ warnings to become her secret lover.
Because he had discovered the truth – Fan Xia wasn’t the pure angel everyone believed her to be. And perhaps, he was the only one capable of helping her execute her mysterious plan…
Intro 2:
Rong Xiu’s biggest regret in life was missing out on Fan Xia.
He secretly loved Fan Xia for 7 years.
Watched her go public with her boyfriend.
Watched her kiss her boyfriend at their wedding.
Until that man blissfully nestled in Fan Xia’s arms, obtaining everything he could only dream of.
The crazy jealousy stripped away his hidden secret love, layer by layer, burning like wildfire.
Fan Xia, how can I have you!
【Reading and Trigger Warning Guide】
1. Female dominant, male submissive, male pregnancy
2. Male lead schemes his way to the top, male competition
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This is a chapter from a different novel… regret with all your might
is this chapter from another story?…… it doesn’t make sense at all…
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The conditions Edwin mentioned for the territory inspection were met.
This is a chapter from a different novel… regret with all your might
“To wish to live? I never taught you such things—not how to refuse death, nor ho
Yep I hate this lady 🙂 thought she was a good just cold hearted character because of the flashbacks of the past life Sion had but she’s just infuriating though intriguing but still infuriating character right now, I hope it changes though 🥲
“You met my friend recently, didn’t you?”
Am I forgetting something? Didn’t she try to kill yuvia in the past? How come she’s friends with him now? And when will I get to know more about the character 😭 why is everything shrouded in mystery about him😭
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Guiii Fguuu
I understand her feelings; I often suppress my own rough behavior and pretend to be innocent. Bro if I were in her place, I would have buried myself alive.