Delia and Detor married, and I, not attending as a guest, remained listlessly in my mansion.
Then, I met with a carriage accident during a rare outing. It seemed destined for me to die at such moments.
“Haa…”
Regaining consciousness, I found myself lying in the rain, looking at the overturned carriage. A broken piece of wood had impaled me, causing excruciating pain.
‘Ah… dying again…’
I felt the approach of death, not wanting to die or return.
‘Just let me be…’
Trying to move was futile, even my fingers wouldn’t twitch.
Tears flowed involuntarily as my vision faded.
Thud.
Then, footsteps approached, and a low voice said, “Still not dead.”
The heavy steps and sharp voice pierced through my fading consciousness.
Who? Please, save me.
“Haah, haah.”
Maybe I won’t die this time. Someone so close might help.
But the newcomer didn’t rescue me. Just calmly observed.
Then, unexpectedly, he murmured my name, “Lepherentia.”
“I didn’t plan to send you off so pitifully, in pain. I wanted to watch you beautifully distort by my hand.”
His laughter was chilling, like mist in the rain.
“But you made all my plans useless. Why avoid death? You should’ve accepted it gracefully.”
Shocked, my mind snapped to attention.
What did he just say?
As if struck by lightning, I realized this person was casually confessing to causing my deaths.
“Look at you, all dirty from this carriage accident… Tsk.”
Was I familiar with this voice? Or was it new?
“I wanted to own your last moments, to witness your beautiful death.”
His touch on my head was eerily tender.
“Watched you for so long, Lepherentia.”
This madman was admitting to all my deaths, as if it was his doing.
“Why can’t you recognize my love? When will you notice?”
His confession revealed a twisted obsession. My last moments, filled with his delusional love, were nothing but a terrifying realization of my endless cycle of death.
“Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?”
I wanted to ask, to see his face and demand why he had killed me like this. But my voice was muffled and distorted by the increasingly heavy rain.
Injured and unable to move, my body temperature dropped rapidly, and my eyelids grew heavy. My consciousness faded, and strength drained from my body.
‘No… I can’t let this go. Somehow, I must…’
My eyelids closed heavily.
“Goodbye, Lepherentia.”
You, I will find you and take my revenge.
And with his kind farewell, I lost consciousness.
“Ha!”
Gasping for air, I opened my eyes again.
The same morning. The same ceiling. The same clothes.
‘Back again.’
I was alive, once more. Secretly hoping this would be the end, I had to open my eyes again.
Trembling, I repeatedly ran my dry palms over my face.
It wasn’t a dream. Everything I had just experienced was real, not a fantasy or hallucination.
The corners of my mouth curled into a smooth arch.
“Ha, haha!”
Laughter burst forth. I buried my face in my palms, savoring the euphoria.
“I wasn’t randomly dying after all.”
Poisoning, assassination, and various accidents I had attributed to bad luck.
It wasn’t bad luck that had me regress repeatedly; someone had been relentlessly killing me, using different methods every time.
‘That’s why whether I forgave or avenged Detor and Delia, I kept dying.’
For the first time in this repetitive cycle, I faced a novel truth.
Eagerly, I grabbed a diary from the drawer and wrote down everything the murderer had said.
“Why can’t you recognize my love? When will you notice?”
Mulling over his last words, my heightened emotions subsided. I pressed the quill hard as I read the last sentence.
“Crazy bastard.”
I muttered a curse and closed the diary.
“You think I’ll just keep falling victim to you?”
“Ha, haha!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. It was a natural response to finding a clue to escape the relentless cycle of time.
‘I’ve got an idea.’
A strategy to avoid repeating this horrific time.
Instead of being killed by that madman again…
“I’ll die.”
I decided to take my own life.
Before the murderer could kill me anew.
‘I’ll choose the place, time, and method of my death.’
Then, I ordered a maid to fetch the physician.
“Miss, are you alright?”
Doctor Pessor, the family physician of House Nirel, examined me closely as I lay feebly, pretending to be near death.
“Doctor Pessor.”
I smoothly removed my gloves and grasped his hand, scanning his memories like a whirlwind.
“Miss.”
Startled by my unexpected action, Pessor hesitantly withdrew his hand, as if afraid I’d harm him.
“Cough, you seem to be in good health. Recent weather changes might be sapping your strength, so I’ll prescribe some medicine…”
Pessor stepped back warily, as if fearing I had sinister intentions.
“Doctor Pessor. Come closer and sit. Don’t look at me with such disrespect.”
“I should leave and write a prescription… And I’m sorry, but I don’t have such inclinations…”
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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