Aslan reflexively held his breath. There was no need to ask who it was.
There was no sign of killing intent, and given that the person had entered this abandoned palace without trying to hide their presence from him, Aslan figured he would soon identify them.
‘No, it seems more like they don’t know how to hide their presence.’
Aslan slowly turned around, lips tightly sealed.
Then, unwittingly, he took a sharp breath and froze.
“……!”
His pupils dilated.
A doll-like girl stood before him.
It was as if someone had spun threads from the moonlight in the night sky, weaving them into a doll in human form that resembled the girl before him.
He couldn’t help but think so.
Though the girl looked young, she had an aura that forbade casual approach.
The capital was a strange place for Aslan.
Spring, summer, and autumn.
All the colors lost by Kalati were here.
The boy felt like a complete outsider.
And lonely.
For having nowhere to rely on, no place to attach his heart.
He felt uncomfortable in this unfamiliar land.
But for the first time, he encountered Kalati in the south, inside the royal palace.
His gaze was instantly stolen by Hestia.
The Kalati he had left behind was standing there.
A girl like white snow.
But unlike her cold appearance, she was a spring fairy, smiling at him.
‘A fairy?’
Aslan had never believed in such things, but now he couldn’t help but think it.
The girl before him didn’t seem like a real person.
At that moment, with a dazed expression, he just stared.
Her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall on one side.
At that moment, Aslan felt every muscle in his body tense up.
Without blinking, the girl looked at him and asked, “Why are you crying?”
“……What?”
Aslan unconsciously furrowed his brow. He blinked belatedly, and in that moment, a cold droplet rolled down his cheek from his eyelashes.
‘Damn it.’
He hurriedly turned his head and wiped away the tears with his palm.
“Who’s crying.”
He wiped away the moisture, but he had no doubt the darkness would hide and the wind would dry the rest.
Cough. Cough.
After clearing his throat, Aslan looked at the girl again with a feigned casual tone.
“But who are you? How did you get here?”
“Just… this place is most familiar to me.”
It was an enigma to Aslan.
The unnamed girl bowed her head, intertwining her fingers.
Judging by her attire, she seemed to be a noble’s daughter who had come to the party with her parents.
Aslan, looking down at her quietly, said bluntly, “Your parents must be worried. Go back to the party.”
“My parents are… not here.”
Aslan’s movements halted unnaturally, and he cursed under his breath before clenching his teeth.
Meanwhile, the girl spoke in a lonely voice, as if she might disappear at any moment, “They passed away.”
Aslan took a deep breath.
It was a heavy topic, and he had no idea what to say back to her.
“I can’t live here anymore.”
Her voice trembled as if she would burst into tears any moment.
For a moment, Aslan made a face as if thinking how bothersome it would be if she cried.
He wasn’t good at looking after kids, nor did he know how to console them.
But the girl, with large, tear-filled eyes, did not let those tears fall.
“This used to be my home…”
Aslan narrowed his eyes.
‘This was her home?’
Does that mean she’s not a noble, but royal?
Then, suddenly, a figure came to mind.
‘Maybe?’
Only then did he guess the girl’s identity.
A girl whose parents had passed away, who used to live here.
Surely, she must be Hestia Elsword, who awakened as a saint last year.
He had heard she moved to the temple and hadn’t paid much attention since.
‘She must be here for the party celebrating King Yorgos’ birthday.’
Aslan knew the girl he was speaking with was both a saint and a princess, but strangely, he didn’t feel the need to speak formally.
‘She doesn’t seem to mind, so it’s probably fine?’
Aslan shrugged his broad shoulders.
Thinking it best to confirm, he asked, “Did you used to live here?”
The girl’s almond-shaped eyes widened before she nodded cautiously.
“Yes, I lived here. Oh, I’m late in introducing myself. I’m Hestia.”
Somehow.
Aslan clicked his tongue internally.
The colors of the palace given to him were too bright, and the furniture was quite intricate.
“I use it now.”
“Oh……. I see.”
A blush spread across her white cheeks.
“I’m glad. It’s good that someone nice is using it. I was worried it would be forgotten.”
What about him made her think he was a good person?
But Aslan couldn’t bring himself to correct her lovely smiling face and just kept his mouth shut.
Feeling awkward, he scratched the bridge of his nose, feeling the conversation dwindling.
He gestured towards the banquet hall and said, “You should go in. People looking for you will come here, don’t cause a commotion.”
Why did his words come out so harshly? Aslan cursed himself internally.
The girl looked a bit disheartened but nodded reluctantly.
However, she didn’t leave immediately. Hesitating, she looked at him and spoke again.
“By the way.”
“Hmm?”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
