Hiding her frightened heart, Hestia gracefully extended her right hand towards Aslan.
It was the basic greeting of Elsword, something she had always received.
The noble men of Elsword considered it a lifetime honor to kiss the back of her hand.
But apparently not Aslan.
He did not take the tip of her extended hand.
He just looked down silently at her outstretched hand with an arrogant gaze.
Hestia bit her lip.
He wasn’t harming her, yet why did her heart flutter so?
‘He’s indeed a difficult man.’
She looked at her arm, which she had extended towards Aslan. It was trembling more and more.
Hestia swallowed a sigh and slowly curled her hand from the tip.
She didn’t want to appear pathetic in front of this man anymore.
Then Aslan, who had been silently looking at her hand, finally broke the long silence and slowly lifted his gaze.
For some reason, he narrowed his eyes so much that his thick eyebrows almost met.
His golden irises captured Hestia in an inescapable snare, binding her tightly.
Involuntarily, Hestia swallowed dryly.
His usually stern lips twisted slightly on one side.
“What brings you here?”
At the sound of his voice, Hestia momentarily froze.
It felt like ice-cold water was being poured over her head.
But she couldn’t afford to keep panicking. If she didn’t respond right away, he would surely turn and leave without hesitation.
Hestia did not want to lose sight of this man in front of her.
Struggling to calm her trembling heart, Hestia asked with forced nonchalance, “Is that a soliloquy, or is it directed at me?”
“If it reached your ears, it was meant for you to hear,” Aslan retorted mockingly. Hestia clenched her hands tightly. Her body temperature seemed to have dropped, as if all her blood had drained away.
She knew he wasn’t the friendly type, but it seemed he was particularly harsher towards her. Hestia felt a sudden surge of warmth deep inside.
‘Why is it always me…’
She was about to react impulsively, but quickly composed herself.
‘Don’t get irritated.’
Regaining her composure, she responded calmly, “The Duke is as disrespectful as ever.”
Aslan shrugged and let out a deflated chuckle, “Because no one ever dares to hold me accountable.”
“That’s an arrogant statement.”
“But what can I do? Isn’t it true? Who else but me will face the endless demons pouring out of the vast North?”
“……I deeply appreciate that.”
Sensing the conversation getting prolonged, Aslan crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly, “I really don’t get it. This is the first time.”
His golden eyes, looking at Hestia, were blazing like a furnace about to erupt, “What kind of whim is this? Weren’t you always the one who hurriedly avoided me?”
Hestia’s mouth closed again.
She hadn’t expected Aslan to hit the nail on the head like this.
She couldn’t deny it outright; she wasn’t shameless enough. After all, she had always been the one to escape his presence first.
Speaking up in her stead was Angela, who had been standing behind Hestia with a displeased expression, “Duke Calati! Mind your words! Addressing Hestia, a Saintess and Princess of Elsword, as just a woman!”
Her voice rose with an indignant expression, as if she had been personally insulted.
But this did not intimidate Aslan at all.
His icy gaze shifted from Hestia to Angela, “Then what, a man?”
Instead, he scoffed dismissively, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
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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