To You Who No Longer Want Me (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 12
The rippling sound of water echoed through the bathroom, and Viare gently closed her eyes.
She never dared imagine she would encounter Dension like this.
The moment she saw him, Viare’s heart fluttered anxiously and beat perilously.
She had thought that perhaps someday she might meet him, and had been scheming for that day.
But not yet.
She had only just begun adapting to her sixteen-year-old life and had discovered nothing yet about his death.
Though she deliberately steeled herself to remain calm, it was still difficult to completely erase him from her thoughts.
Recalling her own weakness—how merely meeting Dension had nearly made her crumble—a soft sigh escaped her lips.
‘But it’s still not too late.’
Since returning to the past, she hadn’t simply waited passively as time drifted by.
She was already making plans to visit the underworld to gather information related to Dension.
The underworld was known as an utterly ruthless place, rife with countless dangers everywhere, so perilous that even stepping foot inside was considered unthinkable.
Yet Viare was prepared to risk it all for him—and now was the time to move her plans forward.
The underworld of the Marta Empire hadn’t always borne the grim, impoverished appearance it had now.
Originally established as a refuge for imperial citizens during frequent wars at the empire’s founding, it ultimately failed to even take on the proper form of a public square due to budgetary constraints.
Afterwards, displaced people with nowhere to go, criminals fleeing after committing grave offenses, and plague-stricken patients hiding from society all converged there and began living together.
Even so, not everyone avoided the place.
The underworld brimmed with precious information obtainable nowhere else, and some even visited to purchase medicines banned within the empire.
In the past, Viare had once pleaded with her father to help uncover those behind Dension’s death, but she ultimately received no useful information.
‘Just in case…’
If she couldn’t understand that emblem, perhaps she could still find other clues connected to it.
Even the smallest detail was desperately important to her.
Therefore, she needed to visit the underworld soon to find any lead regarding Dension’s death.
‘Then the Day of Rest would be best.’
That was the only day she could move about alone, unseen by others.
With only about half a month remaining until the next Day of Rest, Viare intended to create the perfect opportunity before then—one that no one would notice.
When Viare emerged after finishing her bath, the waiting maids carefully dried and combed her hair strand by strand.
Dressed in a light chemise and tucked into cozy blankets, she grew drowsy from the warmth of her body and kept yawning.
“Young lady, you must eat before sleeping.”
Though she wanted to fall asleep right away, the maids were so firm that she gave a brief nod.
A well-prepared dinner was soon brought to Viare’s bedroom, and seeing how much paler and worn she looked after just three days, the maids’ eyes grew moist.
When she shook her head, saying she couldn’t eat any more, they reluctantly cleaned up and quietly left the room so Viare could rest alone.
A gentle breeze blew in, turning Viare’s gaze toward the window.
Though it was early summer, the night wind still carried a chilling coolness.
From the open window, faint night air drifted in, and a sliver of moonlight brightly illuminated the sky.
Just then, a heated argument echoed down the hallway, followed shortly by two knocks on the door.
“Viare, may I come in?”
“I’ve come too, sister.”
It was the Duke and Gaisen, who had only just returned from work late at night and hurried straight to her room.
“Yes, please come in.”
The door slowly opened, revealing their faces—unable to hide their pity at Viare’s pale complexion.
After a brief moment of tense silence, Gaisen was the first to speak.
“Sister, are you feeling better now?”
“Yes, I’m truly fine.”
Viare forced a smile to show she was much improved.
Though they didn’t seem convinced.
“Viare, I’m sorry—I’ve failed as your father.”
The Duke, who had been avoiding Viare all this time, apologized while rubbing his face.
Viare understood his apology carried many layers of meaning.
“It’s alright, Father.”
Gaisen, watching them with a sullen expression, shot his father a reproachful look.
“No matter what, the Crown Prince was really too much.”
The Duke coughed awkwardly a couple of times, looking embarrassed.
“I’ve already arranged an audience with the Imperial Palace, timed to coincide with the upcoming noble assembly.”
Though the Duke was indeed power-hungry like other nobles, he prioritized his children above all else.
“You do realize the charity event was partly arranged for sister’s condition, right?”
When Gaisen fixed his bleary eyes on the Duke, the latter deliberately ignored the gaze and instead glanced cautiously at Viare.
“Viare, if the charity event burdens you too much, I’ll see about reducing your involvement.”
Surprised by the Duke’s unexpected resolve, Viare raised an eyebrow to gauge his reaction—but he immediately looked as if he regretted his own words.
Meeting his faintly trembling eyes, she sighed softly and replied.
“It’s fine. I’m already used to it—it’s something I’ve always done.”
No sooner had Viare finished speaking than Gaisen’s eyes widened in astonishment, and he quickly added.
“Sister, don’t regret it. Father’s serious about this.”
“You rascal, let’s leave now so Viare can rest.”
Afraid Viare might change her mind after hearing Gaisen’s words, the Duke hastily tried to usher him out.
Gaisen shot his father a resentful look, then turned awkwardly to Viare.
“Sister, I’ll come again tomorrow. Rest well.”
“Alright, Gaisen. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
The Duke well understood those words meant Viare had forgiven him.
His humming echoed down the corridor, and Viare’s room once again filled with quiet stillness.
[This is the timeline separator]From a temple not far from the ducal manor, the clear chime announcing the Day of Rest rang out cheerfully.
No one knew just how eagerly Viare had awaited this day’s return.
Manolin, who had just come back from her retreat, hummed a tune while combing Viare’s hair.
It was a hymn Viare knew well.
Manolin was a devout believer, and thus planned to visit the temple again today.
Previously, Viare had secretly instructed a maid to find out which guild in the underworld was the most capable at gathering information.
She had issued a stern warning that this matter must remain secret for life, but also promised generous rewards for satisfactory results.
It would’ve been easier to ask a guard, but doing so risked the Duke hearing about it—almost certainly.
If he learned the truth, he would surely prevent her from entering the underworld.
He was not the kind of father who would idly stand by if his daughter faced even the slightest danger.
Thus, Viare had remained within the ducal manor since the charity event, ensuring no one would suspect her plans.
She was on her way to the dining room for breakfast, dressed in a gown chosen by Manolin, when—
“Young lady, it’s been a while.”
“Sir Leardon.”
A burly middle-aged man, on his way to the training grounds, spotted Viare and greeted her warmly.
Though not officially part of the knightly order, his exceptional skill had earned him a long-standing position at the manor as Gaisen’s swordsmanship instructor.
He also shared a close friendship with her father, making him an uncle-like figure to the two siblings.
“Has Gaisen been keeping up well with his sword training lately?”
“Yes, he’s doing very well.”
Leardon nodded proudly, giving his student high praise.
“I’m glad to hear it. He never talks about his training at all.”
Since she had no reason to visit the training grounds herself, she could only ask his instructor about her brother’s progress.
‘He must be worried.’
Besides, a boy his age might take offense, interpreting such questions as doubt in his abilities.
“No need to worry. Viscount Gaisen’s skills are already more than sufficient.”
Leardon offered a kind smile, bowed respectfully, and departed. Reassured by his words, Viare continued toward the dining room with lighter steps.
The dining room, in honor of the Day of Rest, was filled with a more lavish spread than usual.
Since all servants would return to their quarters or visit the temple by afternoon, tonight’s dinner would have to be prepared in advance.
As the three of them only shared meals together at breakfast and dinner, a particularly sumptuous breakfast had been prepared in place of their typically modest evening meal.
As always, the Duke and Gaisen were already seated, waiting for her.
From fragments of conversation, it seemed the Duke was speaking about God Ecarto, while Gaisen sat with a blank, uninterested expression.
On the Day of Rest, the Ruschef family’s breakfast conversations were usually like this.
Seeing their unchanging dynamic brought a faint smile to Viare’s lips. As she took her seat, the Duke stopped mid-sentence to greet her warmly.
“Viare, did you sleep well?”
“Yes, Father.”
In truth, she’d been too tense since last night to sleep properly, tossing and turning all night.
Viare lifted her crystal glass and took a sip of water to moisten her throat.
“I was stuck handling Father’s complaints all by myself without you around.”
Gaisen pouted, tattling on the Duke to his sister.
Flustered, the Duke coughed awkwardly twice and hurriedly denied it.
“You rascal… I really didn’t say much at all.”
As always, after finishing their prayers, their breakfast proceeded peacefully.
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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