Even if misunderstandings are free to happen, this is way too much freedom—surely, it’s gone too far?
“That’s not it. I just… felt sad at that scene.”
“I see. It must be embarrassing to say. I understand now why you’ve been trying so hard to lift my curse. The mystery is solved.”
What is he talking about? I’m just trying to break the curse to save myself!
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t kill you just because you like me.”
“No, that’s not it—I don’t like you at all!”
Sikar Blake looked at me with a chilling, murderous gaze and said,
“I hate being deceived. You should know that well.”
I was too terrified to deny it further. Denying it would likely make him brandish his sword again, accusing me of lying to him!
“Then let’s see each other tomorrow.”
Sikar looked down at me as if I were a loyal dog wagging its tail for him, then left the room.
‘Seriously? Even seeing my utterly dumbfounded expression, you still think that? I’m helping you because you keep trying to kill me—I’m just trying to survive!’
Ah. What do you even do when a lunatic insists on misunderstanding things their own way?
I did cry. Back then, when I’d long lost the ability to laugh, it pained me to see a man who had never smiled in his life die without ever managing even a single smile.
I saw my own lonely life reflected in his solitary existence.
Sikar can only see my memories and hear my voice—he cannot feel my emotions from that time. So he completely misunderstood, mistaking my tears for something else entirely.
Perhaps relying on someone else’s memories allowed him to ignore even my bewildered expression.
The next day, Sikar and I swiftly completed all preparations to adopt Kian. The process was very simple—no need to meet the king in person; we only had to sign the documents Sikar brought.
Though the procedure was simple, I wondered if both adoptive parents truly needed to be present. Sikar sternly insisted that even simple procedures must be followed—it was the kingdom’s law.
In any case, according to the laws of the Rekador Kingdom, I legally became Sikar’s wife. Thus, I took his surname and became Yura Blake, Duchess of Blake.
Even as we finished all preparations, Kian Blake still did not wake up.
Though it wasn’t because Reidox had mistakenly given him the wrong herbs—as had happened before—Kian remained asleep for quite a long time.
Perhaps it was because he hadn’t slept properly or eaten enough for so long.
Sikar was somewhat concerned about Kian. Of course, he was mainly worried about himself and his curse, but still, Sikar was the one who first suggested we go to Kian’s room.
He stared at Kian for a while, then suddenly grabbed the child by the scruff of his neck and lifted him up. Startled, I rushed toward Sikar.
“Wh-what are you doing right now?!”
“I was just checking if he’s still breathing.”
“Then just bend down! Kian isn’t a lion cub!”
“Bend down? Me?”
“…He’s going to be your child now. Children are more fragile than adults—you have to handle them gently.”
“The protagonist is completely frail. Frail ones die quickly. This one must have been lucky to be born the protagonist and survive.”
“That’s because you’re a Sitar.”
The Sitar race was a type of human, but stronger, faster, and as strikingly beautiful as elves.
Above all, their excellence lay in their ability to dominate the minds of spirits. Though they couldn’t summon spirits themselves, they could control spirits summoned by spirit masters or those wandering freely.
Of course, not all Sitar were exceptionally skilled. Only Sikar stood out remarkably—just as not all intelligent animals are equally intelligent, Sikar was uniquely gifted.
“It’s better to stay here until Kian wakes up. He’ll feel more at ease.”
Sikar didn’t refuse, despite his tired expression. Having seen my memories, he seemed to roughly understand the child’s psychology.
“How about making a dreamcatcher for Kian when he wakes up?”
“Dreamcatcher?”
“A charm said to filter out nightmares and let only good dreams through.”
“Since the original mentions Kian suffers from frequent nightmares, making one sounds good. Go ahead and make it.”
“No, not me—you should make it.”
“Me?”
“Kian needs you, not me. To get closer to him, it’s better if you make it yourself.”
Sikar looked at me with clear reluctance, then suddenly grabbed my hand.
‘He’s grabbing me again. Again.’
“You! From now on, ask for my permission before grabbing my hand!”
“Don’t be shy.”
“That’s not why I’m saying it!”
Ignoring my words, Sikar focused on reading my memories. Then, tilting his head, he took my hand and led me to sit in a chair by the table.
He brought over a notebook and pen, held my hand, and began drawing the dreamcatcher.
“Truly a strange-looking object. Then again, everything in your memories seems odd.”
While Sikar drew, I remained helplessly held by his hand.
It felt like becoming a USB drive—plugged into a computer port until all files are transferred.
Sitting still, held by Sikar’s hand with nothing to do, sleepiness washed over me.
After finishing the drawing while holding my hand with one of his, Sikar stood up.
Since he told me to make it myself, he’d go make it now. Meanwhile, I stayed holding Kian’s hand, waiting for him to wake.
What kind of dream is he having, that he keeps frowning like that? Is he dreaming again about losing his father?
Even after Sikar brought back a beautiful golden dreamcatcher, Kian still didn’t wake.
Kian wasn’t sick or in pain—he was simply sleeping, for no discernible reason.
“Is this kid dead?”
“…He’s alive. The protagonist doesn’t die that easily. He must be exhausted—better to let him sleep until he wakes naturally.”
Most sleeping children look angelically beautiful, but even in sleep, Kian looked weary.
‘Poor thing.’
Sikar, who had been silently watching Kian, scratched his chin and looked at me.
“Until Kian wakes, you should learn how the household runs. From now on, you’re the mistress here—you need to learn how to manage the servants. You don’t know anything, do you?”
Hmm. Strangely, I felt confident about this. Though my only experience was handling children, Sikar said he hired servants based on character—so managing them shouldn’t be too hard.
And even if it’s just a nominal position, outwardly I’m the mistress of Blake Manor—I must act accordingly.
“Fine. I’ll start learning how to manage servants starting today.”
“Before that, you must formally greet Vika. You may not have noticed him standing in a corner at the wedding—that’s Vika Lamberst. You probably know enough about him already, but introductions must still be made.”
Ah, Vika Lamberst! Bound to Sikar by a life debt and an unbreakable oath, over 140 years old yet young and beautiful—a dark elf hybrid who, aside from his white hair and dark skin, looked almost human.
When Sikar obtained the oath contract, he encountered Vika trapped in spiderwebs within a giant spider’s nest while searching for a spirit master to lift his curse.
Sikar asked the bound Vika about the whereabouts of the fire spirit master. Vika offered to find the spirit master if Sikar freed him—so Sikar placed an oath on Vika, compelling him to search for the spirit master who could lift Sikar’s curse.
The oath could not be broken until Sikar’s curse was lifted. Thus, Vika eventually set out on the journey to lift Sikar’s curse—only to meet his tragic end at the hands of the protagonist, Kian.
Vika’s death, due to the oath, inflicted severe psychological damage on Sikar and weakened his power.
Though he died by Kian’s hand, Vika was such a charismatic character that just thinking of meeting him made me half-fearful, half-nervous.
“Where is she?”
The moment I asked, Vika’s voice came from behind me.
“Here, Madam.”
His voice was deep, rich, and quite charming. Turning around, I saw Vika leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
His long, straight white hair reaching his waist and his dark, sun-kissed brown skin looked far more mysterious than the novel’s descriptions.
“Introduce yourself properly, Vika.”
Vika chuckled, chewing on a lemon as if annoyed.
“I thought you already knew everything about me. What’s left to introduce?”
Did he hear everything? As a dark elf, Vika had exceptionally sharp hearing. But he hadn’t been eavesdropping secretly out of distrust toward Sikar.
Sikar seemed surprised—he made a dumbfounded face for a moment, then lightly tapped his own forehead.
“Vika. Your habit of eavesdropping has gotten terribly bad. Didn’t I say I’d cut off your ears if you kept listening in?”
“Go ahead. Cutting off my ears won’t impair my hearing—the organs governing it are inside.”
Since Vika genuinely wouldn’t care even if his ears were cut off, Sikar’s face went blank, as if he’d lost all will to actually cut them.
“Why start doing something you’ve never done before? You never had a hobby of eavesdropping on me before.”
Vika nonchalantly scratched his philtrum and raised an eyebrow.
“Your recent behavior is just too bizarre. Suddenly marrying a woman you’ve never met? Picking up a child? I thought you’d gone mad. And if you’ve gone mad, maybe you’d break this oath too.”
“How much did you hear?”
“Various things? That you see other people’s memories? That this child kills you? But stranger still—all of that exists inside that woman’s—or rather, that Madam’s—memories.”
Thankfully, he didn’t hear that this is a novel?
“Does Madam see the future?”
Sikar seemed just as relieved. He slightly twitched his lips, satisfied.
“You could say that.”
“So Madam loves you, and that’s why you married her, the future-seer?”
Ah, no. Please don’t misunderstand like that.
“She loves me very much. She apparently cried buckets when I died.”
Sikar declared proudly, as if boasting that someone would cry for him when he died. Vika replied with a shocked expression, as if such a thing were impossible.
“Really? Madam must truly love you very much.”
‘No, even if you don’t love someone much, humans can still cry when someone dies, you villains.’
They wouldn’t know—since they’ve never cried at someone’s death.
It seemed they were turning me into a devoted heroine who loved Sikar with her life. I gently interrupted their conversation.
“Since Master Vika has already overheard all our conversation, is the introduction now concluded?”
“Consider it so, Madam.”
“Um, Master Vika?”
“Yes, Madam?”
“Let’s add one more condition to your oath with Sikar.”
Vika snorted derisively, as if asking what nonsense this was.
“What condition? How do you propose to add it?”
“From now on, whenever you eavesdrop on our conversations, you’ll bear the pain of Sikar’s curse in his place.”
Since letting Vika keep eavesdropping would be highly inconvenient, I had no choice but to impose this condition.
Vika looked utterly incredulous—this woman, whose status was still unclear and who had only just become “Madam,” was imposing such a condition?
She glanced at Sikar as if asking if this made any sense—but Sikar merely raised one corner of his mouth, amused.
“Now do you understand that my reason for marrying this woman isn’t solely because she sees the future?”
Was he saying I, as a person, had such boldness? So… are you complimenting me right now?
Since eavesdropping was clearly wrong, Vika couldn’t refuse the condition.
Reluctantly accepting the “no eavesdropping” clause, she shot me a sour look.
“Are you satisfied now, Duchess of Blake?”
She definitely seemed deeply offended. Still, aesthetically speaking, it’s better than having your ears cut off.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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