To My Beloved, I Present My Exquisite Nightmare (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 7
“Aren’t you tired?”
When Eustar asked, Laila stared at him from beneath the hood pulled tightly over her head. Her pair of crimson eyes seemed to say, ‘Is that really something worth saying right now?’
“Of course I’m tired.”
At Laila’s words, Eustar gave a sheepish smile, as if apologizing.
“I also want to move quickly, but the magical device we used needs recharging. We’re only trying to reach the nearest portal, but it’s farther than I thought. It’s been so long since I’ve been here that I’ve completely lost my bearings.”
“A portal?”
Laila echoed, her voice filled with confusion, and Eustar stared back at her as if wondering why she was so puzzled.
“It’s a spatial displacement device. Don’t tell me you’ve never even heard of that either?”
This time, it was Laila who fixed her gaze silently on Eustar. After blinking a few times, Eustar suddenly looked flustered and said,
“Um… I didn’t mean to ignore you.”
Laila’s shoulders gave a slight shrug. Whether you meant to or not… Her indifferent tone seemed audible in her silence, and Eustar raised an eyebrow slightly.
“I’ve heard of portals before. But I’ve never actually seen one. What does it look like? Is it shaped like some terrifying box? Does it have teeth so that ordinary people can’t even get close?”
Eustar chuckled softly.
“No, it’s not terrifying. Probably.”
“Where exactly is this portal? And once we get there, where are we going next? What are we going to do there?”
Faced with this flurry of questions, Eustar fell momentarily silent, lost in thought.
They had spent the night near the forest and walked the entire half-day without rest, during which Laila had hardly spoken a word. She had simply walked quietly, wearing the hood Eustar had offered her to conceal her conspicuous hair and eyes.
Perhaps that was why Eustar didn’t find her sudden barrage of childlike questions bothersome. Well, truthfully, no matter what or how much she asked—or even if she didn’t ask anything at all—he’d handle it all anyway…
Eustar, idly rubbing his chin with his fingertips, looked down at Laila.
“Miss Laila, have you ever heard of ‘Tentinela’?”
Laila immediately shook her head.
“No, I’ve never heard of it. What is it?”
Seemingly caught off guard by her answer, Eustar again stared at her with a brief look of bewilderment before speaking.
“Really? You’ve never heard of it even once?”
At that moment, Laila stopped walking.
She scanned the deserted road as if checking that no one else was around, then abruptly pulled off her hood and shook her head vigorously like a cat soaked in water. The weather had warmed considerably, and wearing the hood the whole time had made her feel faintly overheated right to the tips of her hair.
Laila spoke.
“Look, Regicus is a remote village. It’s not a place where news from every corner flies in as swiftly as a swallow. Whatever trend swept through cities ten years ago is what’s currently fashionable in Regicus. It’s… an isolated place. Do you understand?”
Eustar let out a short “Hmm.” Laila watched his reaction for a moment, then added,
“I don’t mean geographically isolated. It’s not that kind of isolation…”
“I understand what you mean. And I agree. It’s astonishing that this is the first time a sink has appeared in that village. If it had happened two or three times already, I wouldn’t have found it strange at all. Of course, if that were the case, by the time I arrived there wouldn’t have been anything left worth calling a village.”
His tone was calm, but a moment’s thought revealed how chilling his words truly were. According to him, Regicus was exactly the kind of place that could have been reduced to ruins at any moment by all manner of bizarre phenomena stemming from sinks.
On the other hand, perhaps this sink was merely taking its first step.
Laila shuddered as she imagined what might have happened if Eustar hadn’t arrived at precisely the right moment—herself alone in an empty village crawling with ghosts.
Without needing to signal each other, the two began walking again. It felt as if they were stepping into silence, one foot after another. Anyone who saw them might have mistaken them for pilgrims bound by a vow of silence and a wandering poet dressed in strange attire…
Laila spoke again.
“So… aren’t you going to tell me where exactly we’re headed?”
“Oh, right. Um… To put it precisely, we’re heading to the First Branch of Tentinela.”
“You still haven’t explained what Tentinela actually is.”
A quiet groan escaped him. Eustar knew very well that he wasn’t particularly gifted at explanations or persuasion.
And besides, the person he was talking to was none other than Laila Chrisrad—the very person he’d been searching for all this time…
If she harbored even the slightest suspicion or decided to turn away and leave for somewhere else, it would be an utter disaster for him.
‘Of course, that would never happen.’
Eustar thought to himself. Then, suddenly remembering that old witches could read minds just from someone’s breath when standing nearby, he carefully observed her expression.
But from Laila, he sensed no reaction at all. She simply waited for him to continue explaining about ‘Tentinela.’
“Tentinela… is an order of knights. A special order under His Majesty the King. Ordinary knightly orders exist to prepare for wars against external enemies, but Tentinela fights against something… a bit more unusual.”
Laila quickly grasped what Eustar meant by ‘unusual things.’
“You mean things like ghosts.”
“Exactly. It’s good you catch on so quickly. Ghosts, or even monsters—because not everything emerging from a sink is a ghost.”
“The black hole… according to you, these sinks can appear anywhere, suddenly? Like an earthquake or a landslide?”
Eustar slowly nodded.
“Quite similar. Sinks resemble natural disasters like earthquakes, landslides, or tsunamis. First, a cause capable of triggering such an event arises, and energy accumulates around that focal point. When the energy can no longer be contained, the ground cracks, mountains crumble, or waves swallow coastlines. Sinks work the same way. The only difference is whether or not there are detectable warning signs beforehand.”
“So sinks… suddenly form when some kind of energy accumulates, and no one can predict them in advance. And Tentinela exists to deal with whatever emerges from them—those ominous things visible only to my eyes.”
“Precisely. His Majesty the King established Tentinela to protect His subjects from sinks and all the dreadful, grotesque beings and phenomena they spawn.”
Laila, listening to Eustar with careful attention, summarized his explanation in a single sentence.
“So you’re a knight belonging to Tentinela.”
Her crimson eyes fixed steadily on Eustar—innocent like a child asking, ‘Am I right?’—yet beyond that gaze shimmered an ability as complex and labyrinthine as a vast maze.
“That’s correct.”
Eustar answered briefly, flashing a quick smile.
The deserted road, which saw neither wandering travelers, distant merchant wagons, nor weary peddlers, felt as if it would never end.
Before setting off properly, they’d shared the dry bread Eustar had brought, but it wasn’t enough. Suddenly overwhelmed by unbearable hunger, Laila frowned slightly—just as Eustar spoke.
“Are you hungry?”
Laila turned her head sharply and asked suspiciously,
“How did you know?”
“It’s about that time. Look at the sky—the sun’s already tilting westward. Our emergency rations are all gone, so we’d better find a place to stay nearby tonight. We should reach the portal by tomorrow, and then you won’t need to walk until your feet ache anymore.”
If she had to walk this much again tomorrow, it wasn’t exactly good news.
But reminding herself once more that they did, in fact, have a destination made her legs feel a bit lighter. As she walked, the long hood fluttering behind her like a heavy cloak, Laila suddenly remembered something and asked another question.
“Can just anyone use that portal?”
Eustar replied,
“Of course not. Only those who’ve passed special authorization can. But don’t worry—you’ll receive provisional clearance. I have that level of authority.”
“So you’re not just an ordinary knight? Are you something like the captain of the order?”
Again, he didn’t answer—only smiled faintly. Laila was quietly piecing together each hint he’d let slip, though he most certainly had no idea she was doing so.
[This is the timeline separator]Though they’d prepared themselves for another night sleeping outdoors, the seemingly endless forest path abruptly ended, revealing a bustling village.
It wasn’t particularly large, but to Laila, who’d never stepped beyond her home in her entire life, it felt no different from a dizzying metropolis.
As soon as they entered the village, Laila instinctively pulled her hood down low, covering even her eyes. Not satisfied with that, she lowered her head further to avoid making eye contact with anyone. This, however, created a new problem—she kept stumbling because she couldn’t walk properly.
“You really don’t need to go that far.”
Eustar tried to reassure her, but Laila remained stubbornly unmoved.
No one in the Kingdom of Searrow was born with black hair. Nor did anyone possess eyes as vividly red as pomegranate seeds. Laila’s appearance itself marked her as ‘something other than human.’
She knew better than anyone that her hair and eyes alone could frighten people and cast an ominous, gloomy aura around her.
“If you keep walking like that, you’ll fall over, and your hood will come off—causing an even bigger scene… Still not convinced? Hmm… Then there’s nothing for it.”
Beneath her hood, Laila shook her head like a petulant child.
Eustar gave her a curious look—half pitying, half amused—then gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Beneath the hood, he felt Laila’s body flinch.
“Lean on me as you walk. At least then you won’t fall.”
“I’m not… that clumsy.”
A low chuckle escaped Eustar’s lips.
“I swear I’ve never once thought of you that way—and never will. Now then, let’s find a room to stay in. Looks like there’s an inn right over there.”
He pointed toward a spot in the distance. Laila cautiously lifted her gaze from under her hood—only to quickly lower her head again as a man carrying a milk pail passed by with heavy footsteps.
Thankfully, Eustar’s hand on her shoulder was her one solid anchor.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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