The touch faded away, leaving an afterglow.
“Don’t worry too much.”
Ishar took a step back and said, “As soon as I heard the news, I gathered the private soldiers of Marquis Jeo around the fire scene. I also equipped pumps and water pipes so that water could be drawn directly from the canal.”
“…….”
“The fire will be controlled soon.”
Suddenly, Liz remembered Rene’s words.
‘If it were me, I would choose the option to cleanly kill him. Rather than giving him what he wants.’
It was a good thing not to hear that. Liz felt even more grateful to Ishar as her sense of betrayal towards Rene was significant. She wanted to convey her gratitude not only in her heart but also verbally.
“It’s really fortunate that you’re here.”
“……”
A slight wavering appeared in his calm gray eyes.
“Do you really… think so? Are you happy because I’m here?”
Ishar asked. In the confusing state of Liz’s mind, it was difficult to sharply grasp the expectation permeating his tone.
“Yes, I do.”
“……Understood.”
It seemed like Ishar’s face faintly smiled, or maybe Liz saw it wrong. She wasn’t in the right state of mind to see or hear anything properly.
“Rest. Don’t think about anything.”
Ishar pulled up the blanket to cover Liz’s stomach. Then, he bowed politely and turned away.
He even took the candlestick as he left. Perhaps, he was worried that Liz wouldn’t heed his advice not to think about anything.
However, there was no correlation between the brightness of the room and Liz’s distress.
Instead, her attention was much more focused on her inner thoughts than when there was something to see around.
The betrayal of Rene was starting to sink in.
“Darn it…”
Liz cursed, spewing all kinds of foul language she knew. Since there was no one to hear, there was no need to maintain her composure.
However, no matter how many curses she uttered
“Sounds good, but what are we toasting for?”
Barthel’s Marquis raised his glass to eye level and spoke. Then, Duke Bert proposed.
“How about a toast for Duke Montaner, who is today’s protagonist?”
Everyone readily agreed, except for the Duke himself.
“No, that won’t do. Today is the Empire of Lucensia’s Founding Day, so it’s only right to toast to Emperor Your Majesty.”
“Emperor… Your Majesty…”
Everyone had an unwilling expression. It was because they didn’t have positive feelings towards the Emperor. The Emperor was too burdensome for them to handle… During the comfortable Subjugation era, their bodies and minds clashed fiercely with the vigorous and driven current Emperor.
Whenever the Emperor pushed an agenda, their bodies and minds collided with the intense resistance of inertia.
Although they trusted Duke Lemer, he, too, was gradually assimilating into the Emperor’s ways.
After easily winning the war with the neighboring kingdom and then gradually changing his stance, he was now considerably leaning towards that side.
If they didn’t take some measures, more and more people would follow the Emperor’s side along with the chairman, and a time would come when they would be suitable for the title of old people in the back room. Undoubtedly.
Although unease was evident on each face, the Duke’s face looked more relaxed than ever.
The Duke knew what Adrian was up to today.
Just two hours ago, he had sent a letter detailing his plan. The last line of that letter contained a request for eternal loyalty and a plea to be remembered even after his death.
‘Remember me.’
The Duke chuckled while rolling the wine glass.
‘A world-class fool.’
“Now, let’s all raise a toast for Emperor Your Majesty.”
The Duke raised the wine glass with a joyful expression. The elders sighed as if it couldn’t be helped and raised their glasses.
“For Emperor Your Majesty!”
“For Emperor Your Majesty!”
The glasses clashed in the air, making a clear sound. Just as the Duke was about to bring the wine glass to his lips, he saw Aaron, a servant, standing like a shadow at the entrance of the dining hall.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
He got up from his seat and walked towards the entrance. Aaron, anticipating good news to convey, had brought a wine glass as well.
While hearing the report about the fire, the wine continued to roll smoothly in his hands.
“Oh, so it happened like that.”
As the report finally concluded, the Duke burst into a hearty laugh, downing the wine without leaving a drop. Then…
Crackle.
The wine glass shattered into pieces in his hand…
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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