Why Do You Obsess Even After Death (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 15
They said goat blood was a medium to summon demons, and that a goat’s horn was a flute used to call forth beasts—the demons’ minions.
Earlier, when I secretly slipped out, I saw him take something with him. It must’ve been the goat’s horn.
‘Now I roughly understand what happened.’
Detor had sneaked out.
Then came the sudden beast invasion.
Ronan, who had been tailing Detor, returned after slaying the beast, and in Detor’s arms lay the goat’s horn—the very flute said to summon beasts.
“Ha. That crazy bastard.”
He ran his hand through his hair and spat out a rough curse, causing the maid beside him to gasp and cover her mouth in shock.
“……Lea. Have you become practically a Northerner yourself?”
Even I was now being treated like some strange Northerner.
[This is the timeline separator]“What on earth were you doing before you came back?”
The one greeting Detor, who had barely dragged himself back, was Delia, visibly furious.
“……I barely slept all night and I’m exhausted. Let’s talk tomorrow.”
Detor collapsed onto the bed, worn out. His face, hidden beneath, was filled with resentment.
He’d packed the goat’s horn—the gift he’d received—into the carriage just in case something unexpected happened.
He’d been forced to flee the capital amid scandal. He needed something to protect himself, and if anything went wrong, he’d planned to summon a beast with the goat’s horn and escape.
That was truly the only reason he’d taken the horn—nothing more, nothing less. After fleeing the capital like a fugitive, his carriage broke down, and by chance, he ended up stopping in the North.
He couldn’t stand the sight of the Violentus family. The very idea of needing their help felt utterly humiliating. And then, on top of that, Delia started showing interest in Laches, making Detor’s anger boil over.
Because Delia had always clung to Detor.
Watching Delia beg and cling to him, terrified he might abandon her, had filled Detor with a sense of self-worth. So, of course, that’s how it should have stayed.
Yet now, she claimed she’d gone for a walk alone in the middle of the night because she “needed something.” And her outfit—anyone could tell she’d clearly made an effort with it.
‘This is all your fault, Delia.’
At that point, Detor’s patience, already twisted beyond endurance, snapped completely. On impulse, he grabbed the goat’s horn—the flute said to summon beasts.
I’m from a guardian house too. I’ll prove even I can handle a measly beast.
And the result was a humiliating failure. The moment he smeared blood on the goat’s horn, a beast charged at him like a snake drawn to flute music, and Detor even shed a few tears.
If it hadn’t been for the Violentus knights, he probably would’ve……
“Where on earth did you go? And what’s with that goat horn? Who were you planning to give that to!”
“Shut up!”
There probably wasn’t a single imperial citizen who didn’t know the goat horn was a flute that summoned beasts—except, of course, that ignorant Delia.
Detor was furious with Delia for her utter lack of thought.
Detor snapped, grabbed a cushion, and hurled it. It narrowly missed Delia, struck the wall, and fell limply to the floor.
“Detor. Did you just—just throw that at me?”
“Delia, can’t you see how exhausted I am? Do you even truly love me?”
Detor sighed as if utterly fed up. But Delia refused to back down.
“You’re the one who should explain—where were you and what were you doing to be this tired? Were you really with another woman all night?”
“Ha, what? What nonsense is this now?”
“There’s someone who saw you with another woman!”
Delia shouted furiously, tears welling in her eyes.
“Where in the world would I even know another woman here to make up such an absurd lie!”
“I wouldn’t know! So just tell me the truth—where were you?”
“Ha.”
It might’ve been better to die than to confess that humiliating incident himself.
Detor covered his eyes with his palm.
Beautiful Delia. Carefree Delia, perfect for playing together. That was all she’d ever been.
“Referentia wouldn’t have acted like this.”
“……What?”
“Referentia never asked selfishly or got angry like this.”
At Detor’s muttering, Delia froze mid-breath.
Hearing the name of her former friend blurted out so suddenly felt like a rock had smashed into her head.
Referentia wouldn’t have acted like this. Those words would haunt Delia for the rest of her life.
She’d thought she’d finally escaped, yet she was still trapped in that shadow.
“……Hic, sob.”
Delia finally burst into tears. Seeing her, who had been angry the whole time, now silently crying, Detor let out a deep sigh.
Then he stood up and pulled the weeping Delia tightly into his arms, as if he were gentle and kind.
“I’m sorry, Delia. Don’t cry. ……Didn’t I already tell you I was exhausted?”
It was an ambiguous comfort—impossible to tell if it was blame or a genuine apology.
“I really didn’t meet another woman. We came on this trip together. Why would I go meet someone else?”
“Hic, sob……”
“Believe me, not others. Okay? It’s true, Delia. I just took a few walks around and came back.”
Delia didn’t answer.
From within Detor’s embrace, she clearly smelled the chill of the early morning breeze. Fine traces of dirt and leaves clung to his back and trousers.
That surely meant he’d lain down somewhere—but the Detor she knew wasn’t the type to suddenly lie on the grass just to gaze at the night sky.
Unless, of course, it involved undressing a woman.
So this surely meant he’d rolled around somewhere.
“Let’s explore the North together tomorrow, okay? You said there were so many places you wanted to see when we first arrived.”
But Delia couldn’t ask any more questions. She knew if she pressed him now, he’d surely compare her to Referentia again.
She had to be a better lover than Referentia, at the very least.
“……Okay. *Sniff.*”
Delia bit her lower lip hard, nodded, and looked up at Detor. When their eyes met, Detor smiled and kissed her cheek, calling her cute.
This was the man who rushed to hold and comfort her the moment she shed tears.
She had to believe he was thoughtful and kind.
Delia buried the vague, uneasy discomfort rising like heat haze and filled the hollow satisfaction of feeling loved.
[This is the timeline separator]I read the memories of the knights who’d tailed Detor that day. And I barely managed to suppress my laughter.
Contrary to Detor’s bold attempt to summon a beast, when the serpent-like creature appeared, he wet his pants and begged for his life.
By the time Ronan arrived, tears had even gathered at the corners of Detor’s eyes.
On their way back, there were memories of him awkwardly shuffling along, desperately trying to hide his soaked trousers.
‘This is even more satisfying than when I took revenge before.’
It was quite a sight when Laches demanded an explanation in anger, and Detor pleaded desperately just to be allowed to change his trousers first.
I almost regretted not seeing it with my own eyes.
‘I laughed so hard from reading those memories that tears came to my eyes, making the knights suspicious.’
I’d assumed Detor and Delia would at least exercise some restraint for a few days after such a ridiculous incident.
But my assumption was proven spectacularly wrong. That logic only applied to sane people.
“Northerners are rumored to be tough—it seems true. Unlike the frail women of the capital, they look healthy. And I hear healthy women bear heirs well.”
Was that really something a human being could say?
I stared coldly at Detor as he flirted with the young maids.
How many times had I already seen him act like this? And always with a different woman each time.
‘Even after being driven out of the capital for his bad reputation, he still hasn’t come to his senses.’
I clicked my tongue in disdain. Every time I looked at his face, I couldn’t help but recall the image of him clutching his soaked trousers and shedding a few pathetic tears, making me want to laugh.
After mocking him to my heart’s content, I turned away. Because of that bastard roaming around freely, I’d been forced into constant evasion.
I’d rather they fixed the carriage quickly and left.
One thing puzzled me, though: Delia surely knew about Detor’s behavior, yet she imposed no restraint whatsoever.
Had they agreed to live freely, or did she simply trust Detor?
If it were me, I’d have grabbed him by the hair and hurled him off the tallest building.
‘Could she really not know?’
Either way, it wasn’t my concern. Delia was the one who’d chosen such a man.
Whether she abandoned him or clung to him for life was now entirely up to her.
‘Come to think of it, Delia was pregnant around this time…… What happened to the child?’
Whenever I acted kindly instead of plotting revenge after my regression, Delia always committed infidelity with Detor and invariably announced her pregnancy around the time of my wedding.
This life, I hadn’t plotted revenge and had lived somewhat amiably.
I’d faked my death and left the day before my wedding, and quite some time had passed since then.
If Delia were pregnant, they should’ve been cautious—but there was no sign of it at all.
Not even enough to warrant a carriage trip all the way to the distant North, despite their ruined reputation in the capital.
‘……I always died right after hearing the pregnancy news, so I never knew what happened afterward.’
Suddenly, I recalled Delia’s face when she first told me she was pregnant.
On my wedding day, you smiled at me.
‘Why……’
My steps gradually slowed, then stopped completely.
“……Ha.”
An uncontrollable, hollow laugh escaped me.
My revival hadn’t happened years ago—but merely a few months before my death.
A physician could only confirm pregnancy definitively after at least four months. So if she’d announced her pregnancy on my wedding day, she must’ve conceived at least four months prior.
Yet, whenever I acted kindly after regressing, Delia announced her pregnancy—but when I plotted revenge and distanced myself from them, she never told me she was pregnant.
And this time was no different. Despite clearly living amiably, Delia hadn’t mentioned pregnancy to me for the first time ever.
There was only one possible meaning.
‘The pregnancy was a lie.’
Unstoppable mockery spilled out. So Delia had used pregnancy merely as a tool to steal Detor from me.
When I was plotting revenge or living on borrowed time—when the end of my relationship with Detor was already set—there was no need for her to lie about being pregnant, since Detor would inevitably become her man anyway.
“Ha, you were even more vicious than a demon.”
My grip tightened instinctively on the laundry basket.
Just then—
“Do you happen to know who’s in charge of laundry? I have a special request to make.”
“The laundry person? They’re probably collecting things right now…… Oh? There they are. ……Lea!”
I heard someone calling me from behind.
“……Lea?”
At the same time, I heard Detor’s voice calling my name.
Detor, uttering that familiar name, seemed to be turning to look at me.
Someone’s gaze burned hot against my back.
My heart plummeted straight down.
“Hey…… Is your name really Lea?”
I heard Detor’s footsteps approaching me. I had to escape this place immediately.
Pretending I hadn’t heard anything, I gripped the laundry basket tightly and quickened my pace just enough to seem normal.
“Wait a moment!”
Detor chased after me from behind.
If I ran away now, it would definitely look suspicious.
No. I couldn’t let him find out.
I’d barely managed to survive.
I couldn’t go back to that time and die all over again.
My fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and my lips went completely dry.
“Just wait! I’m not some suspicious person! What I wanted to ask wasn’t anything strange—it was about my trousers……”
Thud.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my shoulder from behind, stopping me in my tracks as I hurried forward.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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Is this the guy that killed her then??? He also said something about loving her
Welp, sounds like it might be too late to be a good father. Womp womp
As a man??? This translation is iffy.