As soon as he entered the training ground, Hades frowned.
Although not familiar, it was because he felt a presence that was not entirely unfamiliar either.
Hades approached the source of the presence, holding his breath.
Unlike the martial arts field, which was a vast sports field, the training ground had an unpredictable structure, allowing various training possibilities.
That meant there were plenty of places to hide.
“…?”
Hades frowned.
The intruder seemed to have hidden among the rocks modeled after the cliffs of the valley.
Hiding in the den was somewhat successful, but the problem was that silvery hair was protruding between the rocks.
It shone as white as eyes even in the faint light.
As he approached closer, he saw Angelica mumbling something.
Hades stared at her, taken aback.
What on earth is she doing in the training ground out of all the many places, killing time?
Being his guest, she could have been entertained anywhere in the castle if she wished.
But to be crouching here in this dusty training ground.
That was not the only shocking thing.
“What’s with those clothes?”
Even if she was a saintess, without igniting holy fire, she would feel the cold just the same.
But the clothes that Angelica was wearing now were so open around the chest that it was visible enough to give her goosebumps.
Hades, who did not usually pay much attention to young women’s clothing, could at least tell that it was not ordinary attire.
However, Hades soon changed his mind.
Angelica’s gaze hardened, and the holy sword emitted a bright light.
“Is she training?”
A gentle smile appeared at the corner of Hades’s mouth.
He had only thought of her as a saintess with a smart mind but worthless ability, but she seemed to have ambition to improve without relying on her intellect.
“That’s good.”
He decided to quietly watch Angelica’s training.
If she ever failed to handle the power of the holy sword and was in danger, he planned to help her immediately.
“What’s this?”
Hades tilted his head.
Angelica bent down, and from the sheath spread on the floor, she pulled out an apple.
“Is she going to practice cutting it into ten pieces in one go?”
However, Hades’s guess was completely wrong.
Angelica began to peel the apple skin with a slightly awkward hand movement.
‘Training, I suppose.’
Hades was momentarily shaken but quickly regained his composure.
Peeling fruit thinly was a training suited more for a cook than a swordsman, but Angelica was a saint from the countryside.
Perhaps this was also what she considered her best training.
It wasn’t long before Hades’ positive thinking once again hit a wall.
Angelica cut the apple into four parts, and then it began to bubble in a bowlful.
Hades stared blankly at the scene.
He was shocked at the fact that a sword, which had been passed down for nearly dozens of generations, was used as a fruit peeling knife.
But that was only for a moment.
When Angelica took out a wellripened pear, Hades’ patience reached its limit.
“What on earth do you think the sacred sword is, saint?”
“……!”
Angelica’s eyes widened, and the pear dropped from her hand.
‘She’s being quite troublesome.’
Hades sighed and froze the pear in midair.
He didn’t want to see the juicy pear drop and burst on the training ground floor.
“St, st, stutter.”
Angelica hastily tried to stand and greet him, but she couldn’t speak properly because of the bubbling apple.
Hades caught the pear in the air.
“Are my attendants starving you?”
“……No.”
It was a beat late reply.
Hades stared at her sharply.
He was by no means dull.
Angelica seeking a place where no one was and secretly eating food meant that she couldn’t properly have every meal.
Maybe the servants even felt awkward about her eating at all.
Taking a step forward, Angelica’s body visibly stiffened.
“Things won’t change if you don’t speak.”
“Will they change if I speak?”
Hades’ eyes narrowed.
For a moment, Angelica’s eyes, which had continually been filled with fear, showed a provocative expression.
“Yes.”
Angelica’s answer popped out immediately.
“Everyone recognizes me as the king’s concubine.”
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]A brief silence flowed.
I swallowed dryly.
Though I had impulsively spilled the truth, I was just as scared of Hades’ reaction.
I’d be relieved if he trusts me, but he might also get furious, accusing his attendants instead.
“……Concubine.”
Hades’ voice was so bland that I couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all.
“So that’s why.”
“Yes. It seems the king’s concubine is someone who can be freely hated.”
I tried not to sound too bitter.
To get out of this situation, I had to ask for help, and I didn’t want to sound resentful.
“So, if your Majesty denies this rumor…….”
“Why should I deny it?”
I doubted my ears for a moment.
What was Hades Croitner thinking?
It’s not good for him to be seen as a tyrant who keeps a universally hated concubine.
I asked, bewildered.
“Why shouldn’t you deny it?”
Hades’ answer came back a little slowly.
“……You’re not being neglected because you look like my concubine.”
“But, surely, when they call me a concubine, they say that they don’t need to take care of proper food or anything……!”
“You appear to be a concubine I’m interested in.”
I blinked my eyes.
Is that so?
It seemed that way.
I scrutinized Hades’ face, trying to figure out his intentions, but I couldn’t read anything from his expressionless face, as if he was wearing a mask.
“Once I start favoring you, those who wish to flatter you will appear. With just a pout, you’ll be able to have whatever you want.”
“Do you think I want that?”
A cold smile appeared on Hades’s face.
“I want it.”
“……Yes?”
“Accept as much as you can, and report what you shared with whom. We must weed out those with yellowish intentions, so it would be good to interact actively.”
I licked my lips.
“Then, what Your Majesty wants from me…….”
Hades nodded.
“Let’s become a government that will go down in history.”
I had to try not to let the words swirling in my mouth escape.
Right now…….
Are you in your right mind?
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
