To You Who No Longer Want Me (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
“Why is this person here?”
Viare stood frozen in utter bewilderment, unable to close her mouth, before finally replying with a reluctant expression.
“My Lord Marquis, what brings you here…?”
“Isn’t it obvious? To look at books, of course.”
Despite the unexpected encounter, his natural demeanor made her cast a suspicious glance at him.
At her wary look, he shook his head as if at a loss for words, then quickly explained his reason for being there.
“I merely dropped by while passing through. I heard new books were being released today.”
Embarrassed that he’d come to the bookstore for the same reason as her, Viare’s cheeks flushed crimson.
Seeing this, Dension let out a soft chuckle and glanced at the book she was holding.
“You seem to enjoy Arend Lagus.”
“Yes, I found the previous work quite entertaining.”
“Hmm… but you’d be better off not reading that book.”
Viare had come all the way here specifically to buy Arend Lagus’s *The Hidden Mansion Beneath the Cliff*.
The brief synopsis in the newspaper had intrigued her just as much as his earlier work.
She’d been waiting solely for this book’s release, yet his presumptuous comment—offering unsolicited advice on a book he clearly knew nothing about—irritated her for no good reason.
Marquis Verdeum pulled a book from the nearby shelf and handed it to her.
“This one will be far more enjoyable.”
“You haven’t even read it yourself?”
Caught off guard by her remark, he stammered briefly before replying.
“Well… it’s just my intuition.”
Viare was utterly flabbergasted at how easily he dismissed a book without any basis whatsoever.
Deciding not to waste any more time on the Marquis, she turned toward the cashier.
He called out to her several times in apparent panic, but she deliberately ignored him, purchased only the book she’d longed for, and stepped outside.
Just as she was about to climb into the carriage waiting for her in front of the bookstore—
“Your Highness, please wait a moment.”
Seemingly unconcerned with the onlookers, he handed her a book he’d bought from the large bookstore.
It was the very same book the Marquis had recommended earlier.
“A token of apology for my earlier rudeness.”
His unusually subdued demeanor made him resemble a giant Samoyed.
Since it would be impolite to refuse an apology offered so earnestly, Viare hesitated briefly before accepting his gift.
“Thank you. I’ll be off, then.”
The knights waiting inside the carriage watched the two of them with keen interest, but quickly averted their eyes as soon as she boarded.
They would claim to have seen and heard nothing at all.
That night, Viare lay in bed and read Arend Lagus’s *The Hidden Mansion Beneath the Cliff* to the very end.
“What? Is it really ending like this?”
In that moment, going out of her way just to buy this book felt utterly foolish.
“So this is what it means to be fooled by a plot summary.”
After a short sigh, she stared at the finished book for a while before closing it completely.
Viare resolved never to read this author’s works again and turned her gaze toward the mahogany desk.
There lay the green-bound book Marquis Verdeum had given her earlier that day in the capital square.
She hesitated momentarily before finally picking it up.
“Well… I should at least consider the thoughtfulness of the one who gave it to me.”
The green velvet cover bore the title *The Shadow Veiled Before My Eyes*.
At first, Viare opened it without much thought.
But the content proved far more intriguing than expected, leaving her repeatedly amazed.
“No way—how can this be so entertaining?”
The murder mystery set at Lake Sokanto kept her guessing until the very end, making it impossible to predict the culprit.
It was a detective novel where scattered clues led to deductions, but just as suspects were narrowed down, they’d become new victims, sustaining tension till the final page.
The identity of the murderer was only revealed near the book’s conclusion, and the ending left her utterly stunned.
In the end, Viare read through the entire night and only set the book down as dawn broke.
Though she hated to admit it, the book recommended by Marquis Verdeum had truly been enjoyable—so much so that she wanted to read it again and again.
From that day on, Viare managed to shed some of her preconceptions about him—though not entirely, just a little.
[This is the timeline separator]Lost in happy memories of him, Viare set down the letter she’d been holding and gave a bitter smile.
She knew well that those times would never return, yet she still missed him deeply.
Whenever memories of their moments together surfaced, she wanted nothing more than to rush to him.
She longed to see his living face—not his cold corpse—to touch him, to tell him she loved him.
But the reality she’d desperately denied crashed down upon her cruelly, threatening to shatter her completely.
Though she tried relentlessly not to think of him, her eyes still sought his form the moment they opened after closing.
“I should let you go now… but it’s not as easy as I thought.”
Though she told herself it was fine even if they couldn’t be together in this life, she struggled to accept it calmly.
Yet whenever she saw herself still clinging to his past self, unable to separate him from the present, she doubted whether she could truly live well in this life.
“Sion, I wish I could carry all your sorrow for you.”
All she fervently wished for—over and over—was for him to suffer no more and to survive until the very end.
‘As long as you can be happy.’
Viare swore again and again that she would do whatever it took to make that happen.
[This is the timeline separator]It was early summer, when sunlight shone fresh through lush shrubs filled with the sweet scent of lavender.
The imperial capital of Arcan bustled as usual, diligently filling its world centered around the grand square.
Amid the vast plaza, the most eye-catching sight was the Ruschef family’s Chailo Trading Guild pavilion, marking the grand opening of their latest charity event.
As always, Viare was overseeing the event’s arrangements as the host’s representative.
Treasured and lovingly raised by Duke Ruschef, she conducted the event with a maturity and composure far beyond that of an ordinary sixteen-year-old girl.
That wasn’t to say Viscount Gaisen, the Ruschef heir, was merely standing by.
Gaisen actively assisted his sister, handling guild affairs with swift efficiency.
Though not yet of age, the siblings’ repeated successful hosting of large-scale events never failed to astonish onlookers.
On days when the Ruschef charity event was held, retainers invariably sought out their young lady.
Though she never participated willingly, Viare prepared meticulously even for the smallest details.
Anyone who witnessed her genuine care and devotion couldn’t help but marvel.
Viare loved her house more than anyone and understood the responsibility she bore toward her family and retainers.
When Viare and Gaisen appeared at the Chailo Trading Guild pavilion, a manager among the busy workers promptly bowed to them.
“Your Highness. Young Lord. We’ve been waiting.”
“Right, let’s inspect the charity goods first.”
Gaisen expertly examined the items they’d prepared in advance.
Having long assisted his father in guild matters, he truly resembled a deputy duke.
Fulfilling his role as future guild master, he carefully selected and ordered charity goods just as the Duke would have.
Given the recent voyage had suffered severe difficulties due to torrential rains, he had to scrutinize everything meticulously for possible damage.
Moreover, the ship carrying the charity supplies had only arrived at the harbor this morning, leaving ample reason for concern.
Even Viare, with her time reversal, couldn’t possibly anticipate every natural disaster.
Having personally witnessed that using “Truth’s Eye” didn’t guarantee events would unfold exactly as before, Viare understood this well.
Though the staff had already pre-screened the goods, as the pavilion’s acting representative, Viscount Gaisen skillfully managed his duties.
Empire-wide charity events typically involved distributing outdated or unused items and providing food aid.
But the Ruschef family’s charity was famously exceptional in scale.
Donating high-quality goods usually reserved for nobles was unprecedented.
Thus, the Ruschef charity was hailed as “the flower of Arcan,” receiving overwhelming public support.
Naturally, the mounting deficits from these events fell upon the Chailo Trading Guild—but even so, their coffers never truly suffered loss.
Whatever their motives for holding charity events, the accumulating prestige and goodwill far outweighed any financial cost.
The Ruschef family’s benevolence would soon be featured prominently in major newspapers, and both nobles and commoners alike would watch in admiration.
“Hah—”
As Gaisen inspected the goods, his straight, thick eyebrows furrowed, and he clicked his tongue in displeasure.
The manager and staff held their breath, anxiously watching the young lord, beads of cold sweat forming on their brows.
Seeing no sign of his expression softening, they kept glancing pleadingly at Viare, hoping she’d intervene.
After observing the situation for a while, she finally sighed and spoke to him.
“Is there a problem?”
“Well, the condition is somewhat… Hey, are you certain these are all the prepared items?”
“It’s just that… during the sorting process, we discovered a large number of damaged goods.”
At that, Gaisen’s eyes flashed dangerously, and he clenched his teeth like a serpent ready to devour them whole.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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