This guy would be shocked if he knew I was a woman.
Does he think we have to get married just because we held hands?
Pfft. As I thought about this amusing idea, I burst out laughing. In contrast, Matian looked dazed, as if Rukna had stolen his laughter.
He looked down at Rukna’s wrist he was holding, then slowly let go and spoke.
“I’d like it if only you and I knew about today’s match.”
His gentle voice pressured her to keep their meeting at the training ground today a secret. It sounded almost like a threat.
She thought about asking why but kept her mouth shut.
She considered making a snarky comment but didn’t have anything particular to say, and she didn’t want to add to her already burdensome schedule.
“Don’t worry. I can keep a secret. I don’t have any friends to tell anyway.”
Rukna pretended to lock her lips with a key.
“…Hmm.”
As if Rukna’s response was different from what he expected, Matian raised his eyebrows and then slowly smiled.
Then he flicked Rukna’s forehead.
“Ouch!”
It seemed he had held back earlier, as this time it was too fast for her to dodge.
Why is this guy doing this again? Rukna rubbed her round forehead and stared at Matian with an aggrieved look.
“For someone who’s supposed to have locked their lips, you’re quite talkative.”
“You devil…!”
Physiological tears welled up in her eyes, and she bit her lip, unable to finish her sentence.
How did he hit her? Her forehead throbbed more as time passed. Would this leave a bump?
“You said you lost your memory, but you seem to remember well. That I have a devil’s heart.”
Matian pointed at his chest and smiled brightly.
When he makes such juvenile jokes with that face, it sounds so serious that it’s not even funny. At least it made her tears disappear.
“Why don’t you say you have a black flame dragon sealed in your left arm while you’re at it?”
“Unfortunately, it’s not in my left arm, but sleeping in the northern nest of the military academy.”
Matian’s answer flowed without hesitation.
Is this what they call humor? No, they weren’t even close enough to exchange jokes in the first place, but he acted as if their strange match had shortened the distance between them.
“Alright, I give up. Let’s stop.”
Rukna raised both hands, admitting defeat.
Rather than continuing this pointless joke battle, it was better to go back to the dormitory and lie down for a bit.
Rukna returned to the dormitory. Matian’s voice followed her from behind like a warning, “I’ll trust you with that lock.”
What a thorough guy. Rukna, not wanting to look back, made a circle with her hand as a response.
[This is the timeline separator]Left alone again, Matian sighed and ran his hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
‘Was I smiling properly?’
He wiped the dirt off his iron sword with his palm and looked at his reflection in the blade.
He could faintly see the gentle smile he had been wearing out of habit until just moments ago.
Soon it hardened, returning to an expressionless face that was almost cold.
‘Strange face.’
Damn it. Matian thrust the iron sword he was holding into the ground.
He had been like this since birth. Born with a loose screw in controlling emotions, he couldn’t laugh when others laughed and couldn’t cry when everyone else shed tears.
So people pointed fingers, saying it was all because of the devil’s fragment embedded in his heart.
‘Useless memories are surfacing.’
Anyway, nothing had gone right since the holy sword disappeared.
It seemed that the irritation he had been suppressing had burst out towards Rukna, who appeared without warning.
‘Who would have thought I’d meet Rukna at this hour.’
If only the usual training ground hadn’t been under construction, they wouldn’t have met, but luck was really not on his side.
Although he understood intellectually that Rukna wasn’t the holy sword thief, his heart felt differently.
Whenever he saw that guy, strange suspicions kept arising, which led him to swing his sword under the pretext of a match.
‘How did Rukna react?’
Did he resent him for swinging his sword under false pretenses?
Or did he mock him for pretending to be perfect while secretly practicing at dawn?
Matian thought of the other cadets who wanted to exploit his weaknesses in any way possible.
But Rukna seemed a bit different from them.
‘He said he’d keep quiet about today’s events.’
What was the reason for this docile behavior?
He wanted to find a plausible answer, but all that remained in his mind were those green eyes sparkling like morning dew and the lingering sensation on his fingertips where he had touched Rukna.
‘Touching that guy strangely eased my tension.’
Matian had always felt comfortable with holy power.
That’s why he was excellent at detecting holy power, and the comfort he felt from Rukna clearly originated from holy power.
In reality, the energy itself was faint, but it felt like standing before an immense holy power.
‘Holy power from Rukna.’
Rukna had been referred to the faculty meeting several times for school maladjustment and was registered as a “student of concern.”
The professors had passed Rukna off to the student council, and the vice president, Chad, was in charge of that task.
As a result, Matian, who rarely encountered Rukna even in the classroom, didn’t know much about him.
‘I should look into it a bit more.’
He tilted his head towards the sky to gauge the time. It was still early dawn, so there shouldn’t be any passersby.
He picked up the discarded iron sword, put it back in its place, and headed towards the Square of Honor, leaving the school.
Normally, it would have been a time when going out was prohibited due to curfew, but it was possible for Matian Wiegratz.
For the Wiegratz Grand Duke family, regulations that others had to follow were merely one of many options.
Matian was a man who adhered to regulations almost to the point of obsession, but he made an exception when it came to seeing the holy sword.
“Ah, good morning, young master!”
The guard watching over the square area, who had been nodding off, startled awake upon seeing Matian and bowed his head.
He received the greeting routinely and entered the square.
In the center of the square, the high platform where the holy sword had been embedded was empty and desolate.
Matian approached the marble platform and crossed his arms.
When the holy sword was here, he felt peace in this place, but now he felt nothing.
The rumor circulating in social circles echoed in his ears.
Unfortunately, the rumor was true.
After the Demon War 600 years ago, a child with a devil’s fragment embedded in their heart was born in the Wiegratz Grand Duke family about once every 100 years.
The ‘Demon War’ was a war that broke out when a demon egg was summoned in the capital.
The inside of the large black egg was connected to a distorted space, and countless demons that poured out from it killed humans.
And it was the hero ‘Wiegratz’ who defeated these demons.
He sealed the Demon King together with the mage Golden and the saint Closet.
However, in the process, fragments of the Demon King seeped into Wiegratz.
It was a kind of curse.
Because of this, despite their high rank, the Wiegratz family secluded themselves in a holy land where elves were said to live, in preparation for the manifestation of demonic power.
Of course, the word ‘seclusion’ didn’t quite fit, as the Wiegratz family actually enjoyed their lives, finding that land most comfortable.
Matian was also born and raised there.
Although he was born with a somewhat crooked nature, the thorough moral education conducted by the Grand Duke’s family turned him into a model student.
‘Was it when I entered the military academy that I first left the domain for an extended period?’
His family was quite worried, but he had no difficulty adapting.
Except for a few geniuses, everyone else was uniformly foolish, making it all too easy to step over them with the face of a kind and exemplary student council president.
Needless to say, his grades were outstanding in all subjects.
‘To draw the holy sword that would suppress the devil’s power, one must excel in all abilities.’
And he had to protect the sealed demon egg from hatching again.
If the seal were to break and the Demon King descended upon this land, even his own heart, embedded with the fragment, could be consumed, possibly turning him into a real demon.
Matian consistently trained his body, practicing in secret during the early morning hours.
No matter how exceptional one’s innate abilities, effort was essential for consistent growth, but since some envied his efforts, it was easier to hide them.
And during these quiet hours, he came out to the square like this and tried several times to draw the holy sword embedded in the platform.
But all attempts failed.
Was it because of the devil’s fragment? Or was he born unsuitable? Unaccustomed to failure, he grew impatient, but he never gave up.
It could be that he wasn’t born with a nature befitting a hero. So he tried to be kinder to others.
If he imitated kindness, perhaps true kindness would eventually emerge.
If he could understand such emotions, maybe the holy sword would see him as a hero’s descendant rather than a demon.
But everything went awry when the holy sword disappeared.
‘Who on earth could have taken it?’
In truth, he knew that the holy sword hadn’t been stolen, but that someone had rightfully drawn it.
Having tried hundreds of times to draw the sword himself, he knew better than anyone how firmly it had been embedded.
‘Rukna Golden.’
Come to think of it, he belatedly remembered mentioning the devil’s heart to Rukna.
It wasn’t something he usually said, even self-deprecatingly. It was a clear mistake.
‘Why did I let my guard down?’
Was it because standing next to Rukna gave him a sense of stability, similar to when he looked at the holy sword here?
That’s why, even though he knew Rukna couldn’t have drawn the holy sword without the power to cut down the Demon King, he couldn’t shake off his suspicions.
Her attitude that changed overnight and her noticeably improved skills only increased his suspicions.
‘I’ll find out if I keep watching.’
Matian clenched his fist and returned to the military academy.
Although Matian had succeeded in reaching a conclusion after long contemplation, he couldn’t figure out why, throughout his journey back, it wasn’t the missing holy sword that came to mind, but Rukna’s green eyes, glistening with tears after being flicked on the forehead.
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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