Tiendavis - For Perfect Salvation (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
In the dark pre-dawn hours, before the first light had broken, Sion was leaving Laurel Castle with his advisors.
He had finished his business in Tienda and was now ready to return to Vis.
Yesterday, Sion had publicly declared his opposition to Ivy Ariate’s nomination as Saintess among the nobility.
Having used blunt language, there was no doubt it would stir up trouble.
And naturally, the arrows would point straight at Ivy Ariate.
Though she would find herself in quite a predicament, Sion had decided he didn’t care.
With her bold, unfiltered nature—accusing him of using her as insurance, calling him ruthlessly calculating, never holding back words others wouldn’t dare speak—she hardly needed his worry.
It was just then that Sion was sorting through his thoughts about Ivy.
“Sion!”
A voice calling his name pierced through the monotonous rhythm of hoofbeats.
It was obvious who it was. Within this castle, only his half-brother, Duke Laurel, would dare call him by name.
The Duke, mounted on horseback, appeared as though he’d just stepped out of his bedroom, still dressed in nightclothes. Behind him, neither guards nor advisors followed—only a single, flustered servant trailed anxiously.
Seeing the Duke rush out in such attire, Sion’s advisors immediately pulled on their reins.
Thus, Sion had no choice but to halt his horse.
“Are you heading back to Vis again?”
The Duke, having caught up to Sion, asked.
Unlike his usual sensitive and domineering tone, his voice was gentle.
Yet even with his brother acting so unusually considerate, Sion merely gave a nod, refusing to offer any opening.
The Duke, sounding hurt, asked again,
“When will you come back next?”
Come back? That was the wrong phrasing for Sion.
For him, neither Tienda nor Laurel Castle was a place to return to.
They were merely locations he visited reluctantly out of necessity.
Though he’d prefer never to set foot here again, he knew he’d have to return soon.
So Sion gave the Duke a brief reply.
“At the Saintess selection ceremony.”
At that moment, Sion intended to take Ivy Ariate—should she fail to become Saintess—with him.
[This is the timeline separator]—Duke Bayen is furious, denouncing Count Laurel’s declaration as treason against both the gods and Tiendavis.
—Marquis Montra holds talks with the nobles, stating he will actively gather everyone’s opinions.
—Protests pour in from House Tuha, who are considering officially fielding their own Saintess candidate.
—Some even protest directly at the Tower, yet the Tower Lord remains silent.
—Duke Laurel has effectively tacitly approved his younger brother’s decision.
Ivy skimmed through the note detailing the current stance of the high nobles and the Saintess situation.
Then she turned to the adjacent document summarizing noble public opinion.
—Some criticize Count Laurel: “How can he hold peace hostage like this? It’s also an insult to other high nobles.”
—Many defend Count Laurel: “One must consider the Count’s feelings—he suffered a grave act of insubordination.”
—Many condemn Ivy Ariate: “Did she think she could strike Amane Ser’s watcher and face no consequences? All blame lies with Ivy Ariate.”
—One voice sneers: “It’s already great mercy that they didn’t execute that commoner on the spot.”
—The majority support the view that Ivy Ariate must not become Saintess.
—Some offer concrete suggestions: “Purification can continue even without her becoming Saintess.”
After reading the entire note, Ivy’s face was pale and bloodless.
Having confirmed Tienda’s volatile public sentiment, Ivy covered her face with both hands and bit her lip.
‘Don’t cry. Don’t cry.’
She desperately held back her tears.
‘Don’t shed a single tear for that kind of man.’
Ivy clenched her teeth, holding firm so the tears already brimming in her eyes wouldn’t overflow.
Truly, the Count had made a spectacular mess of things—then slipped away to Vis at dawn the very next day.
Thus, all resentment poured onto Ivy, who remained behind in Tienda.
Because of this, Ivy was now more isolated than when she first entered high society, enduring relentless criticism from the nobles.
Having barely swallowed her tears, Ivy lifted her head and took a deep breath. Yet her heart still churned.
It felt as if the ground beneath her feet had collapsed—more despairing than the day she’d been cursed.
—“It would be better in every way if you gave up on your own rather than if I forced you to.”
The Count’s words surfaced in her mind, dark as night.
—“If I intervene, it’ll surely cause a commotion.”
Yes, that’s exactly what the Count had said—and he’d kept his word to the letter.
And so, he’d driven Ivy into a corner beautifully.
Mulling over the Count’s words and deeds, Ivy let out a hollow laugh.
Good thing she hadn’t trusted him. Good thing she hadn’t fallen for his hollow promises of repaying debts or taking care of her.
Because that man was precisely the sort who would trample over someone else’s life just because it was inconvenient, then declare, “I’ll take care of you myself—your wishes don’t matter.”
‘To even consider leaning on someone like that—you’ve still got a long way to go.’
Ivy mocked herself coldly.
Yet her mood didn’t improve at all.
If the Count had truly done this out of anger, it might have been easier to bear.
If he’d genuinely intended to punish her insolence, Ivy could have accepted the situation with humility.
But that wasn’t the case.
He felt neither emotion nor resentment toward her words—he’d merely exploited the situation to push through his own proposal.
All because of that ridiculous, unsolicited offer to “take care of her” when she’d never wanted it.
Furious, Ivy heard the Count’s voice echo once more in her mind.
—“Please inform me once the Saintess selection is over. I need to know how I should take care of you.”
‘Don’t make me laugh, you mad bastard…!’
Just as Ivy barely managed to swallow a scream—
“Ivy, may I come in?”
“May you?!”
Deis’s voice came from outside the study, and Ivy couldn’t help but snap back sharply.
Even in this situation, the curse continued to gnaw at her insides.
Fury surged even higher, but Ivy splashed cold water on her face and forced herself to calm down.
Then, toward the quiet door, she spoke again.
“Yes, please come in.”
On the opposite side of the door, Deis—who’d frozen briefly in the hallway—hesitated before pulling the doorknob.
Upon opening the door, he saw Ivy seated before a clutter of documents.
Dressed in a bright pink dress, Ivy displayed her usual lovely grace.
Only her complexion was paler than usual, yet she deliberately smiled brightly, unwilling to show it.
“Oh dear. It seems I haven’t a single ally left. All that’s left is Duke Bayen, who’s absolutely furious with me?”
Ivy fluttered the documents toward Deis as she spoke.
“It seems Marquis Montera will be the first to withdraw support.”
“I heard he sent you a bouquet last week.”
“He’s the type to swallow what’s sweet and spit out what’s bitter. To him, Ivy alone is sweet—but Ivy touched by Count Laurel is bitter. Something like that, I suppose.”
Ivy chirped cheerfully about something Deis hadn’t even asked, then suddenly burst into laughter.
Seeing her pale face laugh so brightly was quite a sight, prompting Deis to finally ask,
“…Are you really okay?”
“No! Not at all! I’m going crazy!”
Her true feelings exploded, as always.
With that, the mask she’d barely held on slipped away. Ivy stared at Deis with an aggrieved expression, then buried her face on the desk.
“This curse is seriously so annoying….”
Hearing Ivy’s self-loathing grumble, Deis moved beside her and perched himself on the edge of the desk.
Then he gently patted the back of Ivy’s head where it lay sprawled.
“Don’t go giving me comfort like that.”
Ivy snapped, even more irritated.
So Deis stopped patting and started rolling Ivy’s head side to side.
This definitely wasn’t comfort—so Ivy finally lost her composure. As a result, Deis took a blow to the solar plexus and coughed dryly.
After delivering her justified retribution, Ivy steadied her breathing. Her face had regained some color as she spoke again.
“I’m not okay—but thanks to you, I’ve made up my mind.”
“What decision could you possibly make in this situation…?”
“That both the Count and the Tower Lord are tyrants to me, and if I don’t want to be swayed by them, I absolutely need the status of Saintess.”
Perhaps because of her earlier outburst, Ivy’s expression was now remarkably resolute.
With that look, she addressed Deis, who was eyeing her suspiciously.
“You might wonder why I’m still fixated on becoming Saintess given how things stand, but I don’t think this situation is unfavorable only to me.”
“Then who else is it unfavorable to?”
“The Count.”
Remembering that detestable man, Ivy grinned through gritted teeth.
“Right now, everyone’s shocked and criticizing me to appease the Count—but over time, they’ll quietly grow annoyed. After all, the Count is threatening the entire nobility over his personal affairs. That’s outright tyranny.”
“But the Count will remain powerful. He is a Laurel, after all.”
“But it’ll be different if another high noble steps forward. Conveniently, Duke Bayen is already furious about this matter. So there will surely be an opportunity—an opportunity to turn this situation around.”
As Ivy murmured this, her eyes burned quietly.
It wasn’t blind optimism—it was a desperate, stubborn resolve not to give up.
Having briefly faltered in private, Ivy now steeled her heart again and began thinking of what she could do.
“But before that, I need to deal with this curse somehow….”
“As it happens, I just received word—from our ally.”
Responding to Ivy’s complaint, the steward spoke as if he’d been waiting.
At the welcome news, Ivy’s eyes widened, so Deis reported without delay.
“It seems there’s both progress and difficulty. They’ve successfully tracked the snake to its region—but there’s another Night Clan member there, making it hard to tell which one is the snake.”
At those words, Ivy’s briefly brightened expression darkened again.
“What do you mean? Don’t they feel each other like hands and feet? And now they can’t tell them apart?”
“Anticipating that question, they even included an explanation: ‘If you interlace your fingers and cross your hands, you too would surely be confused about which finger belongs to which hand.’”
The taunting analogy left Ivy momentarily speechless.
But what came next was even more astonishing.
“So they’ve requested that we come down to Vis. They say they can only distinguish the snake if Ivy is present.”
“Come down to Vis?”
Ivy raised her voice without realizing it.
As a precious asset of the Tower, Ivy was only permitted to go where the Tower Lord allowed.
Moreover, she’d previously tried to escape the Tower Lord by fleeing to Vis.
After suffering harsh consequences, she wasn’t even free to move about Tienda, let alone Vis—yet now they were asking her to go there.
“Do I absolutely have to go?”
“I’m not sure. Perhaps there’s another way—I could check by going to Vis myself…”
“…No.”
Knowing Ivy couldn’t leave the Tower Lord’s sight, Deis had immediately sought alternatives without hesitation.
But suddenly, Ivy cut him off.
She no longer had the luxury of time.
With the Tienda nobles having turned against her, she couldn’t afford to waste days searching for a method that might not even exist while bound by the curse.
So Ivy spoke with a thoughtful expression.
“I’ll go. I’ll get permission from the Tower Lord.”
“He won’t grant it easily. And he’ll certainly ask for your reason…”
“The Count.”
“The Count?”
“I’ll tell him I need to meet the Count. To become Saintess, I must persuade him.”
Deis frowned at Ivy’s reckless claim—but at the mention of the Count, his expression went slightly blank.
“The Tower Lord is currently in a wager with me. He promised not to use his authority to interfere with me until the wager ends.”
Ivy continued calmly, for the sake of her poor steward.
“So he’ll grant it. If he blocks me here, it would mean he’s using his authority to hinder my becoming Saintess.”
Once, Deis had been certain.
Ivy’s true strength—beyond what the nobles could fathom—lay in her intelligence and courage.
But now, he felt he needed to revise that thought.
No matter how he looked at it, Ivy Ariate’s cunning was far more formidable.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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is this chapter from another story?…… it doesn’t make sense at all…