Why Do You Obsess Even After Death (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
I caught a cold afterward and stayed in bed all day before finally getting up.
They said it was a combination of the flu and exhaustion.
I vaguely remembered talking to Laches before losing consciousness, but I couldn’t recall the details clearly.
Judging by the fact that Laches hadn’t said anything significant to me, it probably hadn’t been an important conversation.
If only I could read Laches’s memories, I’d know exactly what we’d talked about then.
“Ha.”
Morning arrived once again without fail. With a heavy sigh, I got out of bed to start my daily routine.
‘It’s warm.’
I smiled involuntarily as I looked at the crackling fireplace.
They said a major defect had been discovered in the servants’ quarters, and renovations had begun.
While the construction was underway, the servants scattered in different directions, and I was assigned a new bedroom.
While collecting and washing laundry, I was fortunate enough to be reassigned to the main house.
It was a small room, formerly used as a storage space, but no drafts came through the window, and the mattress was far softer than my previous one.
‘This is actually really nice.’
With the fireplace nearby and having the room all to myself, I found myself increasingly hoping the renovations would drag on even longer.
“There should be a harvest today.”
Muttering as I fastened my buttons, I headed to the dining hall for breakfast.
What was served was potato soup.
Potatoes—something I’d never eaten in the Niriel household.
Back then, I thought root vegetables from the ground, especially poisonous ones like potatoes, would kill you if eaten, yet here they’d become a food so common you couldn’t go without them.
After all, you needed to eat to have the strength to work.
“I heard the head maid submitted her resignation.”
“Right? She suddenly said she was quitting.”
As I entered the dining hall, I overheard the maids whispering.
While I’d been unconscious from the flu, the head maid had abruptly disappeared.
Then, after just a few days, she reappeared and immediately handed in her resignation, quitting her job.
No one knew why.
Anyway, since I’d collapsed suddenly and missed a full day of work, I’d been worried I might be punished—but luckily, nothing happened to me.
“There’s Lea coming.”
After being assigned my meal and taking a seat, I felt a distant maid’s eyes on me.
“They say Lea’s been chasing after Ronan.”
……Here, “Lea” referred to me, and “Ronan” was the blond knight I’d been following around.
After sleeping deeply and regaining my senses, I’d mustered my strength and diligently trailed after Ronan.
I’d even challenged him to a game of chess just to glimpse his memories, and once tried to wipe something off his face, just as I’d done with Laches.
But the problem was this squirrel-like Ronan always dodged me skillfully every single time.
Then last time, he publicly rejected me in front of everyone, saying, “If you’re following me around to confess, I apologize in advance. Until I achieve my goal of becoming the strongest knight, I’ve decided to put romance on hold,” causing rumors to spread wildly.
‘It was foolish of me to even think I could temporarily make him my bodyguard.’
Since I really had been following him, I couldn’t deny it. And if anyone asked why I’d done it, I’d have no answer—so I just stewed silently in frustration.
Men from the North truly all had the same knack for turning my world upside down.
Since touching other knights hadn’t yielded any useful memories, I absolutely had to find a way to see Ronan’s memories.
“Lea.”
As I sat alone eating my bland, unappetizing potato soup, someone sat down in the empty seat beside me.
“……Celly.”
It was Celly, the maid who’d previously shared a room with me.
I’d heard that on the day I fell ill, Celly had asked the head maid to let me rest—and had been scolded harshly for it, receiving the punishment of hauling firewood alone.
Fortunately, after the head maid resigned and disappeared, Celly had returned to her regular duties.
“Let’s eat together. The others already ate and went off to work.”
Her friendly gesture felt so unfamiliar that my shoulders instinctively tensed.
Of course—it made sense. In my entire life, I’d only ever had two friends: Detor and Delia.
But Celly paid no mind and casually struck up a conversation while eating her potato soup.
“Are you going to collect laundry this morning?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s your schedule for the afternoon?”
“……Laundry.”
“Again?”
“They said we have to replace all the curtains and bed sheets before the season fully changes.”
When I’d lived as a clueless noble lady, I’d simply enjoyed how thick curtains and blankets appeared when it got cold, and light curtains and blankets when the sun shone warmly through the windows.
I never realized it was all this hard work for the maids.
“Hmm. Well, my afternoon task is cleaning the hallway windows—want to switch? It’s easier than washing bed sheets and curtains.”
“It’s fine though……”
“Lea, do you… have anyone to help you with the curtains?”
Anyone to help? Of course not.
Celly was literally the only one who even talked to me.
When I shook my head, Celly burst out laughing.
“See? I can just call the girls who have free time in the afternoon to help me. Honestly, with so many curtains in this mansion, how could anyone possibly do it alone? Everyone knows we all pitch in together, one way or another. No one actually does it completely alone like you.”
“……Really?”
“Yeah. Since I’ve got my own afternoon schedule, I can’t help you myself—and it’d be awkward if I told the others to help you.”
“……Yeah. I prefer being alone.”
“Then let’s just swap schedules. I’ll handle it with the others, so you clean the hallway windows. And……”
Celly glanced around, then leaned toward me and whispered softly.
“There are twenty of us assigned to hallway windows this afternoon. Since there aren’t specific zones, nobody can tell who slacked off—even if you clean half-heartedly.”
“……Then wouldn’t it be better for you to do it?”
“Exactly. That’s why I’m suggesting we switch. I couldn’t help you earlier because I was worried about the head maid watching.”
Celly grinned and scooped up a generous portion of potato soup.
“I feel bad, so I want to be nice to you.”
“I feel bad, so I want to be nice to you.”
It was the first time I’d ever heard those words—both the apology and the intention to make it up to me were completely new to me.
Though I’d only eaten a few dry bites of potato, I suddenly felt as full as if I’d devoured a soft, moist brioche.
“……Yeah. Then I’ll clean the windows this afternoon.”
It felt embarrassingly like making my first friend as a child. I awkwardly buried my head in my bowl and stirred the potato soup aimlessly.
Just then, the surrounding chatter suddenly stopped, and an eerie silence fell.
Even Celly’s chattering voice had gone quiet.
‘……Huh?’
Puzzled by the unnaturally quiet atmosphere—only faint breathing could be heard—I lifted my head. There, seated in the empty seat beside me, was Laches, propping his chin on his hand as if he’d been there all along.
“Hello.”
The moment our eyes met, he greeted me casually without hesitation. It was unthinkable for someone of his status to initiate a greeting to a mere maid.
Glancing around, I saw that all the maids who’d been eating had already risen and bowed deeply toward Laches.
I hurriedly stood up and bowed toward him as well.
“Good morning, Your Grace……”
“I didn’t come here to interrupt your meal, so sit down.”
Laches grabbed my wrist and forcibly pulled me back into my seat.
His manner was rough, showing no trace of consideration—but his grip was feather-light, gentle as a whisper.
“Eat quickly. You’ll need your strength to work again today.”
Laches smirked mischievously. How could I possibly eat while sitting alone, with everyone else standing?
“Your Grace, what brings you here……?”
“Do I need to feed you myself?”
“Huh?”
Laches picked up a wooden spoon and scooped a generous portion of soup. But almost immediately, he frowned as if dissatisfied.
“This soup is too thin. Is it just water?”
He stirred it a few times with the spoon, then glanced over at Celly’s bowl across from him.
“There’s hardly any solid in it either. Is this really what you normally eat?”
Celly tilted her head, unsure whether he was asking her or just muttering to himself.
I bowed my head toward Laches and answered in Celly’s place.
“Your Grace, the others are waiting for you in the breakfast hall.”
“So you’re telling me to hurry off to the breakfast hall?”
“No! I’d never dare…… I was just worried you might be hungry.”
“You speak well. You look much better today.”
“Thanks to your concern.”
Laches nodded, then gestured behind him with a flick of his hand. At his command, the butler waiting behind him opened the dining hall door.
The head chef stood there, holding a tray laden with food meant for the breakfast hall.
“Those who work for this estate deserve to eat well. Starting tomorrow, your meals will change.”
The food meant for Laches was placed on the servants’ table. The maids’ eyes widened at the sight of dishes they’d never seen before.
“Of course, you won’t get meals like this every day. The head chef is too busy today to prepare new dishes, so I’m sharing my breakfast. Don’t expect the same food again tomorrow.”
Laches gestured for them to enjoy their meal, then rested his chin on the table and gave me a sly, teasing smile.
“Eat plenty. It’s going to be a long day.”
“Huh?”
What did that mean? But as usual, he showed no intention of explaining.
“Your Grace is truly full of kindness.”
“That word ‘kindness’ is problematic.”
Laches leaned toward me. The citrus scent I’d noticed at the memorial service brushed past my nose—a fresh, youthful fragrance that suited the harsh North surprisingly well.
Leaning closer, he whispered softly, just for me to hear.
“Call it a whim. If I suddenly change my mind again and revert everything—the accommodations, the meals—back to how they were, then it wouldn’t be kindness anymore.”
“……Then why indulge this whim all of a sudden?”
“Because I liked the pleading request.”
A pleading request? Who had begged to eat a full meal? And why was he telling me about it?
Did he want to hear my thanks?
“……Thank you for Your Grace’s whim.”
“I like that thanks.”
Laches interlaced his fingers and smirked, pulling up only the left corner of his mouth.
[This is the timeline separator]“……Sorry. I really meant to give you an easy task.”
It was afternoon. I’d thought cleaning the hallway windows might give me a lucky chance to run into Ronan and read his memories—but everything had changed.
Suddenly, all maids assigned to indoor duties that afternoon had been reassigned to prepare for guest arrivals.
“It’s okay. All the indoor maids besides me were called in too.”
Celly rushed over, still with icy hands from doing laundry, to apologize.
As I placed decorative vases along the hallway, I glanced around. No matter how I looked at it, this didn’t seem like preparations for a ball. Besides, Violentus Manor had neither a duchess nor a young lady to host a party.
Was there even anyone important enough to visit Violentus Manor?
“Did you hear who’s coming?”
“No. Nobody mentioned it beforehand. Everyone seemed surprised when they suddenly said we had to prepare for guests.”
Suddenly, I recalled Laches’s words from that morning—he’d said it would be a long day.
Had he been thinking of these guest preparations?
I was just setting a vase down on a decorative table when the door opened.
The butler entered, followed by knights in crisp uniforms.
“The guests’ carriage will arrive shortly. Their carriage broke down while traveling through the northern territories, so they’ll make a brief stop here for repairs before continuing. Everyone, prepare to receive them.”
The butler and knights hurriedly relayed the message to the maids. It seemed a noble, traveling by carriage, had encountered a problem and needed repairs before departing.
“Is it just one person? A gentleman?”
Someone asked. The butler replied casually.
“Lady Palo and Count Deberti will be arriving.”
At the butler’s calm reply, the vase in my hands slipped downward.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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Where is all this coming from sir?? Isn’t this the same guy that kept wondering if he should kill her??
Am i reading this wrong? I don’t get the affection at all lol
So are her natural irises lilac or what color? I’m a little lost on that