Tiendavis - For Perfect Salvation (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“We’re tracking the one who cast the curse.”
“Tracking them already?”
“Yes. I’ve already assembled a tracking team, and we’ve decided to call this operation ‘Snake Hunt.’”
At the unexpected news, Ivy’s eyes widened.
Just three days ago, when Deis had left, they’d had not a single clue about the curse—everything had seemed hopeless.
Yet now, out of the blue, he was already tracking the culprit.
Caught completely off guard by this report, which far exceeded her expectations, Ivy asked with a bewildered look rather than joy.
“You’ve already found them? How?”
“We were lucky. And our ally’s help was significant.”
“Ally…?”
“I have a personal acquaintance among the Night Clan in Vis.”
At Deis’s reply, Ivy’s eyes grew even rounder.
Seeing her shocked expression, Deis added,
“I told you three days ago I’d meet with the Night Clan.”
Indeed, that was exactly what Deis had said three days prior.
—First, I’ll find the Night Clan and confirm when and where the curse ritual was held. That alone will take about three days, and what happens afterward will depend on the situation.
Of course, Ivy remembered too—she’d just somewhat misunderstood his meaning.
“So you meant you’d meet someone you already knew?”
“Then how did you interpret it?”
“I thought you meant you’d grab any member of the Night Clan and beat it out of them… I’ll replace ‘beat it out of them’ with ‘interrogate,’ though.”
“That’s absurd…”
At Ivy’s overly aggressive response, Deis groaned. In turn, Ivy asked with genuine confusion,
“You have a personal acquaintance among the Night Clan? You had that kind of connection?”
“It’s not really a close relationship—just an acquaintance. But I suppose that feels unsettling to you.”
Ivy didn’t deny it.
Temporary contact out of necessity was one thing, but it was slightly troubling that her own steward, who served a candidate for High Priestess, had such suspicious connections.
Moreover, to Ivy—who hailed from Vis—the Night Clan were practically synonymous with demons.
The Night Clan: those who had accepted Noche’s curse.
Hating humanity, Noche had spread his curse across the world, and the scattered curses returned each new moon as disasters seeking humans.
Ivy had seen them several times while in Vis—on moonless nights of the dark moon, something ghostlike would wander through the darkness.
Noche’s curse would creep through the night searching for living things, and upon finding a human or animal, would pounce on them instantly.
There were three possible fates for those ensnared by the curse:
die on the spot, go mad and kill anything in sight, or accept the curse into themselves and become something neither human nor curse.
Humans who accepted the curse—curses wearing human skin. That was the Night Clan.
“In Vis, the Night Clan were even scarier than new moon nights. Curses that appear on new moons can be avoided by hiding, but the Night Clan attack people with real malice.”
Since childhood, Ivy had heard countless tales about them—
of their atrocities, slaughtering people and destroying cities, and their tyranny fueled by the overwhelming power of the curse.
“So it’s fine if you beat up the Night Clan, but I don’t like that you’re friendly with them.”
“I dislike violence myself…”
At Ivy’s justified complaint, Deis groaned again, then calmly explained,
“As I said before, we’re not close. Moreover, the ally I met has never harmed anyone and is even younger than you, Milady. So please don’t feel too uneasy.”
At her steward’s explanation, Ivy’s stubbornly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.
Yet still wary, she asked suspiciously,
“How exactly did this person help?”
“They told me where the one who cursed you is.”
“Don’t tell me they knew each other?”
“No, not at all.”
“Huh…?”
She’d named someone as the culprit, yet that someone wasn’t even an acquaintance.
Ivy thought it made no sense, so Deis patiently explained again.
“The Night Clan are linked through Noche’s curse, so they can sense each other.”
“You mean they can recognize one another?”
“It’s more than just recognition—they feel each other as part of themselves, like how a person recognizes their own limbs. So even if they’ve never met or don’t know each other’s faces, Night Clan members are aware of each other’s presence.”
“…Isn’t that an invasion of privacy?”
“You could see it that way, but it works in our favor. Thanks to this, we immediately located the Night Clan member who’s been acting suspiciously lately.”
Despite Ivy’s silly remark, Deis continued his explanation earnestly, and Ivy nodded deeply impressed.
The Night Clan were humans, curses, and fragments of a dead dragon all at once—so such strange sensing abilities weren’t surprising.
“So you used that ability to find the culprit?”
“Yes. Among all living Night Clan members, only one held a curse ritual during the last new moon.”
“That one person is…”
“The snake who cursed you, Milady.”
At the word “snake,” Ivy unconsciously gripped her own shoulder tightly.
The nickname fit the Night Clan so perfectly it sent chills down her spine.
“That’s how we pinpointed the location and even assembled a tracking team. And our ally has also agreed to join the hunt for a while, since the snake can move.”
“They’re being quite cooperative. But could they possibly be lying?”
Deis’s explanation of the Snake Hunt was mostly reasonable. The only issue was that everything relied solely on the ally’s word.
So Ivy asked cautiously, just in case—and to her surprise, Deis gave a rare, faint smile.
“…What’s with that look?”
Seeing a smile appear on her steward’s usually grim face, Ivy instantly grew uneasy.
But instead of explaining further, Deis reached into his coat pocket. Something rustled, and a bundle of documents came out.
He carefully unfolded them and handed them to Ivy.
“What’s this?”
“A contract and an IOU.”
“Kyaaah…!”
Ivy let out a shriek as she absentmindedly took the papers.
What Deis had presented were a contract signed with the tracking team and an unfamiliar IOU.
“Wait—never mind the contract, but this IOU…”
“It’s the amount our ally requested.”
“At this amount, they’re not an ally—they’re a bandit!”
Horrified, Ivy carefully examined the IOU.
The document stated that if Deis succeeded in the Snake Hunt, he would pay a sum equal to Ivy’s annual income to a person named Yuvia.
Ivy’s annual income—that amount could buy several houses in a decent city in Vis.
Too shocked to speak, Ivy was met with Deis’s calm, final remark.
“If you think of it as a form of trust, it might be easier to accept.”
“Ugh, that’s…”
Biting her lip to hold back tears, Ivy stayed silent for a long moment before adding,
“You’re right… at this amount, they wouldn’t lie…”
Calling it a “form of trust”—her steward sure knew how to talk, even while bankrupting the household.
But he wasn’t wrong.
Feeling trust bloom where none had existed before, Ivy carefully folded the painful document.
Then she let out a long sigh of relief.
When first cursed, everything had seemed hopeless—but somehow, by enduring, she could now see a glimmer of light.
The road ahead was still long, yet Ivy felt satisfied with the progress and patted her chest.
“I think I can finally catch my breath.”
“The mood in Tienda seems favorable as well, doesn’t it?”
Deis asked, glancing at the ash pile on the silver tray. Ivy nodded readily.
“Yes, Duke Laurel has stayed quiet. So the other nobles seem to be watching their step as well.”
In truth, the person most angered by Ivy’s actions at the previous banquet should have been Count Laurel’s elder brother, Duke Laurel.
Ivy had ruined Duke Laurel’s banquet—held at his own castle—by publicly humiliating his younger brother.
Thus, it was the Duke who should have been furious with Ivy Ariate, yet he had remained completely silent for the past four days.
As a result, the other nobles only whispered among themselves and kept their mouths shut.
“I don’t know why, but it’s fortunate. I’ll stay as quiet as possible until interest fades. I’ve already canceled all social gatherings.”
“Canceling your social events was wise—but tomorrow is the Purification Ceremony.”
“Yes… tomorrow, isn’t it…”
At the mention of the Purification Ceremony, Ivy’s expression darkened.
Every forty days, the sacred Manjanya Tower held a Purification Ceremony.
And Ivy, as both a Purifier and High Priestess candidate, was required to attend.
“So tomorrow, you’ll meet the other High Priestess candidates.”
At Deis’s pointed reminder, Ivy helplessly sighed.
There were seven Purifiers in Manjanya Tower, including Ivy.
All were young noblewomen of Ivy’s age—and all were also High Priestess candidates.
Thus, attending the ceremony meant facing a group that envied Ivy for daring, as a commoner, to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with them; hated her for monopolizing the ceremony; and despised Ivy Ariate more than anyone else for being touted as the leading candidate for next High Priestess.
Just thinking about it weighed heavily on Ivy, and she pressed a hand to her forehead before adding with a groan,
“And I’ll have to meet Count Laurel too…”
Tomorrow also happened to be the day the Count had demanded her answer.
As Ivy sighed deeply at the thought of the Count, Deis shared her concern.
“It seems it’ll be a rather eventful day. Do you have a plan…?”
“Don’t worry about that.”
To his surprise, Ivy’s reply came quickly.
Told not to worry when she was practically walking into fire carrying a bundle of straw—
Deis looked at her quizzically, but Ivy replied calmly instead.
“I’ve already made preparations.”
Ivy’s short yet long life had always been filled with adversity.
So she had realized early on: if no one cared about her life, she had to save it herself.
And this time, too, she intended to find a way through—no matter what.
[This is the timeline separator]The next day, as noon—the start of the Purification Ceremony—approached, many nobles gathered at Manjanya Tower.
The Purifiers, who had arrived hours earlier, waited in the sanctuary of Manjanya Tower dressed in spotless white ceremonial robes.
Clad in immaculate ceremonial attire, the Purifiers were all young and beautiful noblewomen.
Thus, their idle chatter resembled that of any gathering of young noble ladies.
Indeed, they were all high-born nobles who took great pride in their sacred duty—under Manjanya’s blessing—to purify the continent’s waters.
And so, they especially despised
Ivy Ariate—hailing from Vis, surpassing them as a High Priestess candidate, and not even present yet.
“Of all of us, she’s the last to arrive—just how arrogant does she think she is?”
“She must be ashamed. After what she did, how can she even show her face?”
Two Purifiers gossiped about Ivy in hushed tones, then turned to a girl to seek agreement.
“Isn’t that right, Miss Sedro?”
The girl addressed as Miss Sedro appeared notably younger than the other Purifiers, with long marigold-colored hair braided into twin tails.
Yet despite her cute appearance, an air of coldness remained unmistakable.
That strangely fierce girl, Miel Sedro, gave a faint smile in response to her companions’ question.
Just then—
the sanctuary doors opened, and a girl appeared.
It was Ivy Ariate, clad in dazzling white ceremonial robes, her long hair braided and tied with a blue ribbon.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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is this chapter from another story?…… it doesn’t make sense at all…