Costance Orsi.... more>>

The child of a fleet admiral.

It seems that the heir to the Marquisate likes her.

She doesn’t know why he likes a mere civil servant like her,

But his interest was overwhelming for her.

So she decided to quit her job and quietly live in the south…

“…It’s… it’s just a coincidence, Vivi.”

Meeting him in a quiet café in a southern rural village far from the capital,

The coincidence was too much.

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“Why do you keep running away? Have I… have I done something wrong?”

He was always someone who observed propriety, no matter the situation.

Even when things were urgent, he never acted rashly…

“…I’m sorry.”

“For what, exactly?”

When she hung her head deeply low, Costance nervously bit his lips.

“I… I have something I must tell you.”

Oh no, could it be…

“The reason I kept following you. Vivi, I’m more serious than you think. I want to marr—”

“Stop!”

She cut him off in a panic.

Costance looked at her with tearful eyes wide open.

“Please, please…”

“…”

“Don’t propose to me. Please…”

Eventually, Costance’ expression completely crumbled. <<less

The widowed woman seemed quite charming and innocent, but she betrayed his trust as easily as a member of another sect might betray their own faith. She threatened him with the Holy Grail, which the Empire had taken from her people:... more>>

"I will regularly administer painkillers to you, but if I don't, you'll suffer."

"So?"

"You must obey me."

"That sounds thrilling."

It was inevitable that he would succumb to this threat; now they were bound by an unbreakable bond.

"The Pantheon's followers believe the Holy Grail grants wishes, so it will bring my child back to life."

However, Niki Mendez couldn't revive the dead. The hope that sustained her was about to be shattered. It would be better to never search for a treasure that could never be found. <<less

“Your revenge is justified, Luke Olfenster.”... more>>

Chloe Langsher, despite returning to the past, resolved not to alter anything. However, fate had other plans for her. While awaiting the impending doom, a knight arrived before her, claiming, “He won’t kill you. So depart as though you’re already dead.”

Thus, disguised in death, she fled with the knight. She believed she would no longer be an obstacle in his future. Little did she know…

“Your life belongs to me.”

The insomniac emperor and the alchemist who concocted his sleep potion—our paths would cross again, perhaps even unbeknownst to the gods themselves. <<less