To You Who No Longer Want Me (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
“Has the situation at the Daesangdan worsened in my absence?”
“……”
When he mocked them with a sneer, the steward could only bow his head and say nothing.
“Use the Daesangdan’s supplies to settle it. I’ll inform the Duke myself.”
“We shall carry out your orders at once, Viscount Gaisen.”
Gaisen gave a brief nod, calmed his anger, finished his duties, and then left the trading house together with his sister.
Though he’d seen her several times even before his return, watching his younger sibling’s composed demeanor up close stirred a faint sense of pride within him.
“You look quite accustomed to it now.”
Embarrassed by the remark, Gaisen frowned pointlessly at his nose and avoided Viare’s gaze as he replied.
“I merely did what had to be done.”
“Gaisen, you’ll surely make an excellent head of the trading house.”
“Sister, did you eat something strange?”
Since her question was genuinely earnest, Viare gave a soft smile and gently pinched his side—not hard enough to hurt.
“Ah—ouch!”
His exaggerated reaction to pain that likely didn’t even exist was just as unchanged as ever.
The young beast who had bared his fangs at their father days ago for her sake now even looked dependable.
“I wonder where Father is right about now.”
Ever since the matter of the marriage proposal, the Duke had been leaving the mansion at dawn and returning in the late hours of the night, carefully watching Viare’s mood.
Though their strained relationship surely felt suffocating, Viare was grateful toward Gaisen and the servants for never showing it outwardly.
Having decided it was time to forgive her father and reach out first, she had asked about the Duke’s whereabouts.
“He’s probably spending the whole afternoon with the faithful, I suppose.”
Just as she was about to agree with his offhand reply, a vague suspicion began forming in her mind.
In the past, she would have paid it no mind, just as Gaisen did.
Yet at the quarterly charity events, the Duke had always delivered a brief opening speech before quietly vanishing.
Though it was common for him to return accompanied by priests and devotees, an inexplicable doubt now took root in her thoughts.
After all, there would certainly be no separate space set aside for prayers to God at the charity venue.
Even if they spent the entire day praising God Ecarto, that in itself wouldn’t be odd—but what troubled her was that no one seemed to know where the Duke actually went.
She was pondering whether she should search for her father herself when a steward came rushing toward her.
“Milady, the charity performance is about to begin.”
“Tell them I’ll be there shortly.”
The Ruschef family’s charity event was no trivial affair to be dismissed as child’s play.
The performance itself offered indirect proof of the Chaero Daesangdan’s prestige, sustained through vigorous trade and smooth exchanges with foreign nations.
Though inviting such performers was no easy feat, the Ruschef family’s wealth made it possible.
The rare and wondrous spectacle—one seldom seen in the Marta Empire—captivated both nobles and commoners alike.
Though the many imperial citizens who came to enjoy the charity event were already excited by the lively atmosphere, Viare judged the greater crowd meant greater risk.
Despite having completed a thorough rehearsal in advance to prepare for any possible incident, her unease refused to fade.
Just as they had failed to anticipate the unnatural disasters that differed from the past, they couldn’t ignore the possibility of new troubles arising.
Should any loss of life occur in the capital Arcan, the standing of the ducal house would undoubtedly suffer greatly.
They knew well from experience how many nobles lay in wait, eager to seize even the slightest vulnerability in House Ruschef.
Surely, reporters bribed to infiltrate this very square were already scanning the crowd, ready to pounce on the slightest mistake.
Thus, Viare couldn’t afford to relax her vigilance even for a moment until the charity event concluded.
Soon, a signal flare announced the start of the charity performance, and crowds swiftly gathered, creating a chaotic bustle.
Pushing through such throngs was no easy task—even their escorting knights proved useless.
“Sister, take my hand from here.”
Worried for his sister in this unexpected situation, Gaisen hastily extended his hand.
When Viare stared blankly at it, Gaisen grew embarrassed and tried to pull his hand back—but she gently placed hers upon it.
Seeing her younger brother’s mature demeanor, Viare felt she might finally lean on him, just a little.
Just as during the previous charity event, the large crowd quickly caused her to lose hold of Gaisen’s hand.
Before she could even gather her wits, someone caught her shoulders and kept her from falling.
Thanks to them, Viare managed to steady herself—and just as she was about to offer a brief word of thanks—
The cool scent of hyacinth brushing past her nose was enough to freeze her body solid.
That all-too-familiar fragrance filled her sea-green eyes with turmoil, and her heart began pounding wildly.
For before her stood the very image she’d longed for every day, etched into her mind by unbearable yearning.
Unable to lift her head, she could only see his blurred silhouette through stinging eyes.
An indescribable sorrow surged within Viare’s chest, and she swallowed the words she could never bring herself to speak.
“Don’t go.”
Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment, but she bit down so hard on her lip it nearly bled, stubbornly holding them back.
“Please… don’t go.”
Though she’d called out to him endlessly in her mind, in reality, she had nothing—nothing at all—with which to hold onto Dension.
“I beg you, Sion.”
Unaware of her feelings, he confirmed she was unharmed, then naturally stepped away as if nothing were amiss.
As Dension’s figure grew distant and vanished, Viare finally let out all the tears she’d held back until now.
Perhaps she had been afraid all along.
She already knew the truth—but the man she loved no longer remembered her.
To him, she was nothing more than a complete stranger, and there was no returning to how things once were.
The longing buried deep in her heart surged forth, and she grieved deeply over a reality no one could be blamed for.
Even after returning to the past, could sorrow and pain still cut this deeply? Her heartache had always, without fail, stemmed from him.
That truth lashed wildly at Viare’s heart, and the helplessness left her utterly despondent.
Gaisen finally found Viare amidst the sea of people and hurriedly checked on his sister—but the tear stains on her face remained vivid.
“Sister, are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Sister…”
“I’m really all right, Gaisen.”
Gone was her usual resolute and steadfast composure—now replaced by a devastated expression so pitiful that he couldn’t bring himself to ask anything further.
He simply stood quietly beside her, gently patting her shoulder, waiting for her to calm down.
[This is the timeline separator]The Ruschef family’s charity event concluded smoothly, but Viare fell seriously ill for about three days.
Her fever would subside slightly only to spike again, prompting the mansion’s resident physician and servants to tend to her with utmost care.
When her long-closed eyelids finally fluttered open, the maid who noticed first immediately called for the physician, and the Ruschef household servants finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Three days prior, Gaisen had carried Viare—collapsed in the midst of the charity event’s cheerful atmosphere—back into the mansion, delivering an unexpected shock to all.
Though reassured by the physician that it wasn’t a serious illness, Viare’s raging fever and resulting exhaustion left them no choice but to attend to her day and night.
Upon hearing the news only after returning to the mansion, the Duke scolded his son and demanded to know why Viare had collapsed—prompting Gaisen, it was said, to retort sharply, asking if he truly had no idea.
Afterward, the Duke visited her room every evening once his schedule allowed, his eyes reddening at the sight of his ailing daughter.
Though the full details remained unclear, it seemed Gaisen had handled everything himself without revealing a word to their father.
They would likely be busy with duties until evening and wouldn’t return until then.
Having gone several days without properly washing, Viare longed to sink deeply into warm water.
Though dizziness plagued her from persistent headaches, at least her mind might clear.
“I’d like to bathe first.”
“Yes, milady. I’ll prepare it right away.”
Once the bath was ready, a maid helped Viare to the bathing chamber, where other waiting maids assisted her with her bath.
They handled her with careful caution, fearful their frail mistress might injure herself.
Having eaten little and suffered for three days, her already slender frame had grown even more delicate.
Seeing this pained the maids deeply, but to lighten the mood, they proudly recounted the charity event’s success.
“The newspapers have been full of praise for this charity event.”
“Invitations to afternoon tea gatherings addressed to you have piled up, milady.”
Listening quietly to their cheerful chatter, Viare reasoned that this Ruschef charity event must have been more polished than any before.
With the memories of her twenty-year-old self, she naturally differed in depth and skill from her sixteen-year-old self—perhaps making such a result only natural.
Having just regained consciousness after lying abed for so long, Viare needed time alone and quietly dismissed the maids.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB?! just tell her the truth!!! 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️