Pessor stopped his intended words and tightly closed his lips. As the carriage stopped and the door opened, Pessor, wearing a black hat, stepped out.
I put on a thin silk cloth over my ears and covered my face, leaving only my eyes visible. Holding a basket full of white lilies, I followed behind him.
I had taken the medicine Pessor had prepared beforehand, changing the color of my eyes. Nobody would associate me with Lepherentia with these light purple eyes.
The guard at the main gate glanced at me after recognizing Pessor’s face.
“This priest is here to comfort the spirit of the lady on her journey afar, ensuring no remnants of her linger. If not properly consoled, her soul won’t leave the mansion,” explained Pessor.
“Her soul becomes an earthbound spirit?” asked the guard, puzzled.
Pessor, struggling to contain his laughter, glanced at me and then solemnly nodded.
“I informed the master yesterday. It seems he’s too heartbroken over losing the lady to have fully comprehended,” continued Pessor.
As Pessor spoke nonchalantly, the guards whispered among themselves and, after confirming, stepped aside to let us in.
Once inside and out of the guards’ view, Pessor’s tense shoulders relaxed.
“This medicine really works wonders. With different eye colors, it’s much more comfortable.”
“I don’t think I’m cut out for acting,” I sighed.
“You were quite shameless in making me a ghost,” I teased, elbowing Pessor.
“You lied well about my father being deeply grieved,” I continued.
“That’s true. I told the master that I brought a powerful priest to console your soul, and he permitted it, hoping to soothe your lingering spirit.”
“Funny. As if my spirit needs consoling.”
“It’s true that he’s deeply grieved. He’s not been functioning properly and has been skipping meals.”
My father? Hardly.
“Anyway, just act well without getting caught. No one here suspects you.”
“Why did you fake your death and escape, only to return to this memorial banquet?”
“It’s different. I didn’t return as the deceased lady but as a powerful priest.”
“I don’t see the difference. You’re still you.”
“I didn’t foresee this. How could I know about a memorial banquet in my honor, granted by the emperor? I can anticipate the past, not this future.”
“What happens if your disguise as a priest is discovered?”
“Will anyone from the temple be here? Just make something up.”
Pessor looked puzzled but then closed his mouth, becoming aware of our surroundings.
We entered the banquet hall smoothly and naturally dispersed as if it were prearranged.
The banquet in my memory was lavish.
Instead of joyous laughter, there was solemnity, and instead of glamorous attire, everyone wore somber, muted clothes.
‘Such a pointless banquet.’
Now, it was time to find the crazed murderer who had killed me countless times.
‘Let’s see who mourns my death, shall we?’
I casually scanned the hall.
First, I saw my father, impeccably dressed and groomed.
‘So much for skipping meals due to grief.’
I had hoped to see him in disarray, but as expected, he was unaffected.
Even in death, I knew he would not grieve for me.
I scoffed and turned my head, only to see the familiar Delia. She was dressed in a black gown, adorned with a pink rose belt around her waist.
It seemed her priority was to look pretty, perhaps even to stand out the most here.
‘Doesn’t she have someone to advise her?’
Until now, it was always my role to guide her, but without me, probably no one else would.
Next to Delia was Dettor, feigning an inability to overcome his grief, clinging to her.
To an outsider, it would appear as though he was mourning his deceased fiancée while seeking comfort in the arms of his closest friend, Delia.
‘Are they seriously flirting at my memorial banquet?’
To me, it just looked like Dettor was shamelessly clinging to Delia’s waist.
I had clearly stated in my will that I wished for their happiness to be widely known. Since their story hadn’t spread yet, it seemed my father was too occupied with organizing this memorial banquet.
Busy even in organizing a banquet on my death? My father, always preoccupied.
‘I wish everyone knew they were cheating while I was dying.’
Near them was Prince Bellial, the one who seemed the saddest at my memorial banquet.
His struggle to suppress his overwhelming grief was palpable. Someone might even mistake us for lovers, given his demeanor.
‘At least one person mourns for me.’
Neither Dettor nor even my father wore such a sorrowful expression.
Prince Bellial was wiping his red, swollen eyes, trying to hold back his tears.
‘A banquet to mourn a dead person’s grudge.’
I smirked. No one cared when I was suffering from illness.
What’s the use of all this after my death?
“Pfft.”
Just then, an unmistakable sneer came from nearby.
Startled, I touched my lips, but they were still. The sound had come from next to me.
I turned my head towards the source of the laughter.
“…Ah.”
The deep indigo hair instantly captured my attention. The chandelier light made his mysterious hair color shine like a gem, too captivating to look away.
His eyebrows were raised in a way that seemed unable to bear this ridiculous situation.
His eyes were as dark as a night without moonlight, deep like the forest I had wandered through that night.
The man’s lips twisted with disdainful laughter.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not mocking the deceased. It’s just that this farce is funny. What’s the point after death? Should’ve cared while alive, right?”
The once white gloves, now stained with uneven blood marks, were striking. Now that I noticed, his uniform was also spotted with blood.
“Ah, this isn’t human blood, so don’t misunderstand. It’s monster blood. I didn’t have time to change coming here in a hurry.”
He casually stuffed the gloves into his pocket and put on a new pair of black gloves.
He was laughing, but there was an odd anger in his expression.
“It’s sad to see her gone like this.”
A stranger, angered by my death.
Involuntarily, I lowered my gaze to his hands.
His hands were huge compared to mine.
Could these be the hands that stroked my head that day?
“Excuse me for a moment.”
I was examining the man’s hand to see if it matched that of the crazed man.
Suddenly, his large hand unexpectedly moved towards me.
“…!”
Startled, I instinctively stepped back, a natural response to avoid death.
For some reason, I thought this man would stroke my head like that murderer.
However, the man’s hand did not reach for my head.
“May I take a flower? I didn’t prepare one to offer to the deceased.”
His hand was reaching for the flower basket I was holding, not me. I nodded absent-mindedly, and the man plucked a lily from the basket and casually walked past me.
As he passed, a refreshing citrus scent lingered, marking his presence.
Simultaneously, the brooch on his chest sparkled.
‘…That’s…’
I swallowed dryly and stared at his broad back. As his steps receded, the heavy sound of his footsteps resonated sharply in my ears, piercing like a drill.
The memory of the day of the carriage accident flashed before my eyes like a mirage.
Was this imagination, or…
‘…The Violentus Family.’
Laches Violentus.
The very man who couldn’t leave the North and thus continuously missed the gatherings, attended my memorial banquet.
He came to mourn my death, under such a trivial pretext.
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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