Suddenly, I remembered what Prince Belial had said before.
“The Duke of Violentus is said to cause discomfort when he visits the palace. They say that just by looking into his eyes, one feels he could kill a person without a second thought…”
Laches moved forward unhesitatingly. He casually tossed the white lily he had taken into a large chest prepared for the occasion.
Inside the chest, flowers meant to commemorate me were piled high.
Having completed his actions, he respectfully greeted my father, who was consumed by sorrow.
Then, without lingering, he turned around. Although people seemed to expect him to greet them as well, he didn’t look anyone’s way.
‘Did he really come just to mourn me?’
For a moment, I felt as if Laches and I had made eye contact.
I should turn away.
I knew this in my mind, but my body, as if under a spell, didn’t move.
Laches did not avoid my gaze.
He looked at me and began to walk slowly in my direction.
‘Why is he coming towards me?’
Sweat formed in the palm of my hand holding the flower basket. I felt suffocated, my heart pounding as if I were an animal fleeing from a hunter.
As Laches came closer, I felt an increasing urge to flee.
Just as I was taking deep breaths to calm my roiling stomach, a small outcry snapped me back to reality.
“His Eminence, Cardinal Solnis has arrived.”
“There’s Princess Leflelio too. The rumors about her running to the temple’s prayer house to avoid marriage must be true.”
The murmurs behind me grew louder. Laches, sensing the commotion, turned away from me to look over his shoulder.
I slowly turned around too.
“…The Temple.”
Cardinal Solnis, known as the hand of God, and the priests, along with Princess Leflelio in a neat black nun’s dress, were entering.
“It’s our duty to ensure that the noble lady of the protective Violentus family does not depart this world lonely. We came to offer prayers.”
It’s common for priests from the temple to visit funerals and offer prayers for the deceased.
But for Cardinal Solnis, known as the first hand of God, to personally intervene was unusual.
‘Just my luck…!’
I quickly lowered my head and retreated to avoid drawing attention from the temple. Fortunately, the priests didn’t notice me.
Delia and Detor awkwardly stepped aside, and Prince Belial, too overwhelmed with tears, was nowhere to be seen.
Everyone unanimously marveled at the grandeur of the memorial banquet.
“After my death, I’m finally enjoying luxury.”
I muttered so no one could hear and looked back in the direction where Laches had been.
But by that time, he had disappeared.
Was my strange sense of familiarity with that man just my imagination?
“…I’ll just have to find out.”
I shook off my fear and refused the thought.
It was fortunate that the temple’s visit made it less suspicious for me to mingle.
I handed out the white lilies in the basket to the nobles listening to Cardinal Solnis’ prayer.
“A flower in memory of Lady Niriell.”
Flowers for remembrance.
The invited nobles naturally accepted them.
And then…
“…!”
While exchanging flowers, I stole their memories.
If there was a murderer who had planned to kill me.
Or even if it was an impulsive killing without prior planning, someone who had always watched me.
I was sure they would attend my memorial service.
However, the memories of the nobles I saw mostly had nothing to do with me.
If I kept all these memories in my head, I would get confused whether they were mine or someone else’s, or whether they were reality or a dream. So I let them all slip away.
“…Huh?”
And then, I finally found a useful memory.
‘Lady Niriell? Are you referring to Lady Lefarentia Niriell?’
‘Lefarentia… That seems to be the name.’
‘Not even knowing the name properly but showing interest. That’s unlike you, Duke of Violentus. Ho ho.’]
The image of Laches inquiring about me to a lady flashed through my mind.
‘What? Why is he asking about me?’
And it wasn’t just one person.
[‘What about Lady Niriell?’‘Um… Lady Niriell? I have never seen her, so I don’t know much about her.’]
What’s all this about?
[‘Do you know anything about Lady Niriell?’‘Lady Niriell is… well, sorry, I don’t know her. Should I invite her to a tea party to find out?’]
Why on earth.
[‘I’m curious about Lady Niriell.’
‘Since she’s a lady from a protective family like yours, Duke, wouldn’t you know more? Lady Niriell is a mysterious person. But why do you ask?’
‘Should I kidnap her, or save her, or maybe kill her. I’m pondering.’
‘What? Ho ho, that’s too much of a joke.’]
What are these memories?
Similar memories existed in several other ladies and noblewomen.
Laches asking about me, and uniformly, people responding that they don’t know much about me. Laches turning away without a care.
Suddenly, the fierce eyes of Laches that had brushed past me a while ago came to mind.
Just thinking about it sent shivers down my spine.
“…Why are you interested in me?”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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