I bristled at his remark. Your standards are too high! Since you see that pretty face in the mirror every day, ordinary girls probably don’t even register as pretty to you! You’d need someone like Ivy to even catch your attention! But I’m not ugly—I’m just average!
…I almost shouted this out, but the moment Edan swiftly turned around, I instantly switched my scowling face into a smile.
He’s scary.
“What are you doing.”
Edan frowned irritably and jerked his head.
“Oh, yes! Let’s go!”
I’m the subordinate here, so I’ll endure it. Seriously.
I grabbed the grocery bags and dashed grandly into the castle.
[This is the timeline separator]11 PM. Edan’s footsteps headed toward the library as usual.
I pricked up my ears, but even after confirming the sound of the library door closing, I stayed motionless under my blanket for a long while.
Around midnight, I quietly slipped out of bed and carefully took out pen and paper.
“Resignation letter….”
Leaning on the flickering candlelight, I cautiously wrote out the words.
“Due to personal reasons, I hereby request resignation….”
Will this work?
“Due to health issues, I am forced to resign….”
He won’t believe it, will he?
“Due to an upcoming relocation, I am resigning….”
Suddenly?
Even I thought these reasons sounded ridiculous, but as I agonized over them, I diligently filled out resignation letter after resignation letter.
I had to escape this place quickly—before it was too late.
In a few months’ time, Ivy would be officially announced as the Holy Maiden, and if I lingered beside Edan until then, I’d be doomed beyond salvation.
Because after Edan’s death, the male leads would execute everyone associated with him, citing contamination by dark magic. Then I wouldn’t become a mummy—I’d be burned alive. Damn it.
Gazing at the flickering candlelight, I lazily opened my eyes and smiled.
“…Well done, Latieana. It’s time.”
Over the past few weeks, I’d steadily built up the groundwork for submitting my resignation.
I’d performed so much acting just to avoid arousing his suspicion.
First, I infused pepper with healing power, then told Edan:
“Master, I suddenly feel itchy—could you sprinkle some pepper on your sausage yourself?”
“My hand got bitten by a mosquito—please sprinkle some pepper.”
“Oh! Saliva just splashed on my hand! Sprinkle some pepper, please.”
“Just… sprinkle some pepper.”
At first, Edan was skeptical, but once he realized his headaches subsided even when he sprinkled the pepper himself, he seemed to genuinely believe the pepper had medicinal properties.
He’d never suspect that all of this was part of my plan to escape the castle.
Since he assumes I don’t know his true identity, he’d never imagine I’d flee for such a reason.
After all, without the pepper, I’m nothing but a useless maid.
I’d bought enough time—now was the moment to hand in my resignation.
“He can’t stop me from quitting.”
Scratch, scratch. I diligently wrote out resignation letters until exhaustion finally dragged my eyelids shut.
I prepared multiple copies, just in case he rejected the first one.
I listed every absurd, nonsensical excuse imaginable: sore feet, aching bones, chilly wind, stuffy air—you name it.
The next morning, at breakfast, I handed one to Edan.
“What’s this?”
“It’s my resignation letter.”
Riiip, riiip.
Without even glancing at it, Edan tore the paper to shreds.
I hadn’t expected him to tear it up without even reading it… I was a bit flustered, but silently handed him the next sheet.
Riiip, riiip.
Predictably, same result.
When I handed him the third one, Edan clicked his tongue in annoyance, and I was too terrified to offer the fourth.
His eyes were practically glowing with murderous intent—it looked like I, not the letter, might get torn apart next.
But I won’t back down!
The next day, and the next, and the next—I kept handing him resignation letters.
Two weeks passed. I submitted thirty resignation letters in total, and every single one was rejected.
I never imagined he’d tear up all thirty without even reading them.
Damn it! I wrote those resignation letters so carefully in the dead of night! Not even glancing at them before tearing them up is just cruel!
Even the final one I handed him was completely blank.
All that mental effort was utterly wasted.
“This won’t work.”
Only after thirty resignation letters had been shredded did I finally admit I couldn’t possibly quit using such methods.
It was time to devise a new plan.
[This is the timeline separator]“First, here’s your bread, milk, and sausages…”
“Thank you.”
The mailman who delivered the letter even carried the groceries left at the front gate inside for me.
Ever since the confession incident, Smith seemed uncomfortable seeing me, so he’d leave supplies and notes at the castle gate and vanish.
It must be awkward for him—he’d been beaten up for daring to defy Edan, and then I’d rejected his confession.
“Got a letter here—just a moment. Where did it go…?”
As the mailman rummaged through his bag searching for the mail, I cautiously asked:
“Sir, how’s Smith doing lately?”
“Huh? Why do you ask?”
“I’m just… curious.”
Some time had passed, but was his side still okay after being hit by Edan?
The mailman pulled out several envelopes, checked the names one by one, and told me:
“Hmm. Come to think of it, he did say his side was hurting badly.”
“Still?”
“Did you know, Miss Latieana? Smith said the bruises on his side and shins haven’t faded for weeks. Must’ve crashed hard into something during a delivery.”
“…Th-that’s serious.”
Smith. So you didn’t tell anyone you were hit by Edan. Was it out of embarrassment? But if the bruises still haven’t healed…
It’s fortunate there’s no internal rupture or perforation, but even though Edan didn’t seem to strike with full force, the injury must’ve been severe.
“Ah, here it is. A letter from Jenald Johan.”
The mailman handed me the last envelope from the stack.
“But Miss Latieana, you haven’t come down to the village lately? The shopkeepers miss seeing you.”
“Oh… I’ve been busier lately. Is everyone doing well?”
“It’s a quiet countryside village—everyone’s fine. Though there was quite a commotion when the youngest daughter of the fruit shop owner returned after going off to find work.”
“What happened?”
The mailman placed a hand near his mouth and whispered as though sharing a big secret:
“Well, apparently she got scammed by a man she met in the capital. The guy, with a sweet puppy-dog face, sweet-talked her with ‘I love you’ this and ‘I’d give you my liver and gallbladder’ that—then stole all her money. Seems he was a marriage scammer. She came back penniless, crying and making a huge scene.”
“Goodness! What a terrible man!”
“Miss Latieana, you be careful too. You’re so kind-hearted, you might get tricked.”
“Yes, I will.”
I nodded firmly at the mailman’s kind warning. But unconsciously, Jenald popped into my head.
Jenald also has that sweet puppy-dog face. If someone treated you kindly with that face, then you found out it was all a scam—the sense of betrayal must be devastating. Hmm. But Jenald and I aren’t in love or anything.
“Anyway, make time to come down to the village. Looks like a small festival will be held soon—the Great Holy Maiden has finally appeared.”
I was smiling at the mailman as he turned to leave, but my smile froze solid.
“What? What do you mean? The Holy Maiden has appeared?”
“Of course. The temple announced it two days ago. Everyone’s relieved—the prolonged absence of the Holy Maiden had caused widespread lamentation. Now the whole place is in celebration. Come down soon.”
The mailman began walking down the hill with a smile, while I stood frozen at the gate for a long time.
Why? Why has Ivy already been announced as the Holy Maiden?
In the original story, Ivy was formally appointed as the Great Holy Maiden one year after arriving at the temple.
In the original plot, the royal court delayed announcing the Holy Maiden specifically so Ivy’s healing powers would be devoted solely to the male leads.
I jumped from the carriage and spent three months with Jenald, then worked here for four months.
That means, originally, there should still be five months left…
“…Why did it happen so early?”
Moreover, before meeting Ivy, Edan was supposed to have fought a brutal war. But right now, Edan isn’t even near a battlefield—he’s either spying on me around the mansion or napping in his room!
The original plot has been distorted.
I rushed into my room without even thinking to check the letter from Jenald.
I could sense Edan watching me from his room, but I had no time to worry about that now.
Edan and Ivy’s first meeting was supposed to occur shortly after Ivy’s official announcement, at the royal celebratory ball.
Delighted by the emergence of a Holy Maiden with immense power, the Emperor and Empress would host a grand ball and invite Edan, the illegitimate prince.
At this rate, Edan would meet Ivy at the ball in just a few days… receive her blessing… and…
“He’ll go insane…”
No! Tormented by anxiety, I clawed at my hair until it stood on end.
No matter how hard I thought, no alternative solution came to mind. Finally, I clenched my fists with firm resolve.
Fine. Submitting thirty resignation letters is more than enough effort. If he won’t accept them, that’s his fault.
Anyway, once Edan meets Ivy, he’ll forget I ever existed. Plans? What plans?
“Run.”
Right now.
Right this moment.
1 AM.
I quietly slipped out of my room, carrying a small crossbody bag containing only essential items.
Holding my shoes in my hands, I crept down the hallway like a stealthy cat—what should’ve taken one minute at a normal pace took me ten minutes of slow, sweat-drenched tiptoeing.
The front door creaked annoyingly as I opened it, but thankfully, there was no reaction from the second floor.
I didn’t know what Edan did every night in the library, but fortunately, once he went in, he never came out until dawn.
Once outside, I quickly put on my shoes and ran toward the castle’s main gate. But then—
“…Huh?”
The gate was locked.
I shook it, but it didn’t budge. It had never been locked before—why now?
For a brief moment, I panicked so badly I could hear myself holding my breath. Then I whipped my head around, scanning the surroundings. Since this was a stone-built fortress, if I couldn’t exit through the gate, there was only one other option.
I looked up at the towering castle wall.
‘Who stacked these stones with such painstaking care!’
Dizzying as it was, I gritted my teeth and slapped myself against the wall.
Fortunately, protruding stones and tangled vines offered plenty of handholds—if I used them wisely, I could definitely climb over. I hitched up my skirt, secured it, steadied my stance, and stretched one hand upward.
Just as I was about to start climbing—
“Where do you think you’re going?”
A low voice whispered behind me, accompanied by a chilling aura.
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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