In truth, since I always died, saying I was living on borrowed time wasn’t incorrect.
Unless I solve this problem, I’m essentially living with an undetermined death date.
Several days passed since it became known that I was terminally ill.
Today, for the first time in a while, I sat down for breakfast with my father. Usually too busy to even show his face, he surprisingly called me to join him for breakfast today.
“……Call the doctor again.”
Days had passed since Pessor informed my father of my illness. So, only now, after all these days, he’s suggesting calling the doctor again? It was absurd.
Even though we lived under the same roof, my father only called for me after he had finished all his urgent work.
“I don’t need it.”
I kept my eyes fixed on the food on my plate and didn’t even glance at my father.
“Get examined again. I heard it’s an incurable disease of unknown origin. Different doctors have different opinions, so you might find a cure.”
My father’s gaze, too, was fixed on his plate. Eating steak for breakfast as if discussing the weather, he seemed indifferent.
Isn’t steak a bit much for breakfast?
It seemed like he didn’t even know what I liked to eat.
“I’ll handle it myself.”
Throughout the conversation, my father’s knife cutting never stopped.
The sharp movement of the knife on the plate was annoying.
Watching it made me lose my appetite, so I set down my utensils first.
“Whether I live or die, it’s none of your concern, right?”
I didn’t know what expression my father had upon hearing my words, as I never looked his way.
After rinsing my mouth and wiping my lips with a napkin, I signaled the end of my meal.
“I’ll choose the place for the memorial service after my death, so don’t worry. I must ease my father’s burden as a dutiful daughter.”
After my mother passed away due to illness during my childhood, my father became absorbed in expanding our family’s influence.
And in those efforts, I was not included.
It started around that time. My father kept his distance and always commanded me to wear gloves.
He never hugged me much and was afraid of my touch.
He left me in the care of a decent governess and a competent home tutor.
Maybe that’s why.
Since my childhood, lacking emotional support, I became exceptionally shy.
I never attended the social season, pretending to be sick, and my father always made up suitable excuses for me.
Maybe he was afraid of my abilities being exposed and tarnishing the family’s honor.
I don’t know. How could I understand his thoughts? I don’t want to understand or know.
Thanks to that, most nobles didn’t even know my face.
That’s why my only friends were Detor and Delia.
That was the problem. Exactly that.
That’s why I was betrayed by Detor and Delia.
“You knew I planned to leave the family after marrying Detor, right? You must have been preparing a successor. Just continue to find a suitable person.”
I got up first, but my father’s knife cutting remained constant.
I looked at his unchanging demeanor and whispered sincerely.
“If father had shown even a little interest in my death, if he had shown even a little interest in me while I was alive, then in all those deaths, just once… just once, it wouldn’t have been so easy to die.”
“……What do you mean by many deaths?”
“So, don’t bother this time either. That suits you, father.”
“Leferentia.”
“And I don’t enjoy meat for breakfast. It upsets my stomach. You didn’t know that either, did you?”
After saying that, I turned to leave the breakfast room. Only then did the irritating sound of the knife cutting finally stop.
However, the grating sound continued to torment me.
“What should I do… Oh, my Lea. How could such a thing happen…”
I pressed my temples and just gazed at the drifting clouds.
I stepped onto this farcical stage, thinking I should play along for it to seem natural.
“Delia, stop crying… If you cry, Leferentia will be sad too…”
“Detor, Lea is… Lea is…”
The problem was that this melodrama was too overdone to even consider joining in.
Delia crying over my terminal illness.
Detor consoling Delia, who was crying over his soon-to-die fiancée.
“Always so consistent that now I sincerely want to support them…”
Could it be that these two embody the only unchanging love in this world?
“Even in such tragic news, ViolenTus Duke is nowhere to be seen!”
Bang!
Detor slammed his palm on the table.
I turned my gaze from the fluffy clouds to the scene unfolding. Then, my eyes accidentally met those of Prince Belial, who was looking at me with sorrow.
He was the only man here, perhaps the only person in the entire empire, who looked at me with genuine pity.
“Miss NiRiel, I will send a royal doctor. They are known throughout the empire for their expertise. Maybe they can find…”
Today was supposed to be a gathering of Detor, Delia, and the royal prince to comfort me, who was nearing death.
‘We occasionally gathered like this, the four of us, because of Detor’s close friendship.’
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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