How To Win My Husband Over
Bluebeard and the Shining Knight.
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Rudbeckia de Borgia (루드베키아 데 보르히아)
Romagna's princess, nicknamed 'Angel of Sistina'. She is Izek's wife and the illegitimate daughter of Pope. Abused in both past and current lives.
(이스케 반 오메르타) Izek van Omerta Paladin of Brittania, successor to Omerta duchy. Rudbeckia’s husband.
Pope Borgia
This father has at last found the perfect groom for you, My daughter.
When my father put down the napkin on which he was wiping his mouth and said those words, I was thinking that I wanted to go back to the bedroom and vomit the food filled in my stomach while sitting on the lap of my eldest brother, Cesare.
The second brother, Enzo, who was eating kernel eagerly which had a disgusting smell, put down the fork fiercely and expressed his objection without asking,
Enzo De Borgia
No, Again? how many marriage does it have to be..Father?
Enzo De Borgia
It hasn’t even been three months since the divorce! No matter how good the alliance is, shouldn’t you think about her feelings?
Pope Borgia
Your sudden compassion of deep brotherly feelings is very surprising. Will you defeat those barbarians instead of Britannia’s reinforcements then?
Enzo De Borgia
Is there anything I can’t do? Those uncivilised barbarians… The best Knight in the south…….
Pope Borgia
Stop trembling like that.
The top notorious southern knight stuffed his mouth with kernel, stopping the rest of his complaints.
I just thought it was predictable.
Rudbeckia De Borgia
What kind of person is he?
When I asked cheerfully, my father, who was staring at Enzo with a disapproving face, smiled kindly at me again.
Pope Borgia
He is the favourite child of Britannia. Nephew of the king and famous for being the best knight in the north. He’s very handsome. You’ll like him, too.
Enzo De Borgia
What? No, father. That scoundrel has a bad reputation!
Pope Borgia
Don’t you think it is only you?
No one would have dreamt that the very handsome Northern knight would exterminate his in-law’s house in the future. Ah, son-in-law in this world.
As I pretended to hesitate for a moment, Cesare, who was gently stroking my hair, called softly.
His hand stroking the top of my head was terrifying. It felt as if a cold snake was wriggling from below and slithering up.
I slowly raised my head to meet Cesiare’s eyes.
After seeing the cool, lapis lazuli-coloured eyes once, I turned my eyes toward Enzo, who was frowning with dissatisfaction, and then Lady Julia, who was smiling as always, and lastly at my father who was next to her.
Rudbeckia De Borgia
Thank you, father. I’m so happy that I can be of help to my father like this.
The face of the Pope smiling, mirroring my warmth smile, was just the perfect image of a daughter-fool who would pick stars if asked.
Cesare too, with a rare gentle smile, kissed my forehead.
Cesare De Borgia
Good, Our little Angel.
And I couldn’t wait to go and vomit.
I’ll puke as much as I can and then think about my future survival strategy. After all, I’m also included in the killing list of the North’s top knight.
I thought I would finally end my redious life and find rest after my untimely helicopter accident. However, what if instead of that I became a certain girl in a period drama— a novel character that I once read a long time ago? Furthermore, how terrible would it be if the environment in the drama was similar to that of my life that I’m already tired of?
What’s better than starting a new life as a character in a novel if it’s a decent family?
Rudbeckia De Borgia
Whoo...
Bitter gastric juice and tears flowed at the same time
I was already well-versed at throwing up without anyone knowing about it, so I didn’t have to worry about being caught by the maid. However, every time I threw up, I could not ignore the pain.
Another thing in common between my old life and my life here was this anorexia. People often say it’s an eating disorder.
Before I died and became Rudbeckia de Borgia, that is, I was adopted to an upper class Spanish family. No, should I say it’s a charity child?
It happened when I was very young, so I don’t know much about my home country, Korea.
As with the children of wealthy families in Madrid, I attended a prestigious private school wearing school uniforms and lived a life filled with ballet schools, tennis clubs, horseback riding and charity parties.
The reason I started to feel different from the children around me was during my 4th grade or when a certain male student smiled at me and pretended to stretch his eyes apart with both hands.
At first, I didn’t know what it meant, so I just laughed as the other children laughed.
My eyes were round like everyone else, so I never imagined that they were imitating me.
Over time, the so-called racism problem was tolerable to some extent over time.
The family who adopted me looked glamorous and good-natured on the outside, but inside, they were rotten and always treated me like an outsider.
Each of my parents had a separate lover, and my younger brother, who was a promising tennis player, caused scandal in the media due to his drug problems because he was bored and had a messy personal life, and my sister, the only one in the family who was good to me, committed suicide at the age of 21.
The eldest brother, who was known to be normal, was a monster like his father.
Thus, acting as a cheerful, smart, obedient, and grateful daughter has become a natural habit. Unless I wanted to pay a price if I embarrassed my family or tried to fight back against the injustice.
The same situation was currently repeated here.
At first, I thought this was a short daydream before I completely died.
After all, I would not have the look of a beautiful white girl that I saw in the mirror.
It took me a few days to realise that I was Rudbeckia de Borgia, a character from the fantasy-era drama ‘Sodom and the Holy Grail’ that I read on a novel site when I was a teenager.
It was a novel made by adapting historical figures who existed in a worldview with the background of the Renaissance period. In an era when the corrupted Pope’s power already reached the sky, causing several good priests and notable families from all over the world, including the North, united to punish the Pope and his family— The Borgia family.
Sodom referred to the state of Romagna at the time, and the Holy Grail meant a holy artefact which was the most important thing in the church.
Then there was I, Rudbeckia, the daughter of the Pope.
Yes. I’m destined to die soon.
Also, in the hands of the man with whom I married.
In accordance with the ambitions of her father and her older brother, Rudbeckia, acting as a political chess horse, had several marriages, and after three divorces and one annulment, she married Isaac van Omerta of the Kingdom Britannia.
His skills are outstanding, but when asked why Isaac, an apathetic man, suddenly went crazy and decided to annihilate his father-in-law’s house after six months of marriage, the answer was Rudbeckia who caused that.
She didn’t make him crazy with love, but made him crazy with anger. Rudbeckia had poisoned his sister.
It was Cesare’s fault that Isaac’s gaze was filled with madness.
In my opinion, I felt that his desire to kill his wife was because she had stabbed him in the back rather than because he was angry over his sister’s death.
Anyway, it was clear that Rudbeckia was following Cesare’s order, but now if I think about it, Rudbeckia was also quite a formidable character.
I remember that she ignored the customs of the North and treated the women around her like a maid, including his sister and childhood friends whom her husband especially adores. At one point she was branded as a promiscuous evil woman and treated as the Pope’s spy.
Three years after living as Rudbeckia, I can understand why she had such a rotten personality.
Princess Romagna, who is loved by her family.
The lark of Sistine
It was all just a well-made play. Just like my previous life was.
At the sound of a dull knock, I hurriedly shoved the mint candy bag into the drawer and straightened myself.
As always, the door opened even before I could answer.
Rudbeckia De Borgia
Brother
Cesare, or Cardinal Valentino, had yet to change the black suit he wore at dinner.
His black hair, dark blue eyes, and splendid facial features boasted a devilish beauty, just like his father, but in my eyes he just looked like a devil.
The only comforting thing is that he doesn’t look like me in the slightest.
Cesare De Borgia
You didn’t look so happy earlier. I stopped by because I was worried.
Rudbeckia De Borgia
Wow, you know me so well.
Cesare De Borgia
You don’t like your marriage? You can be honest.
Cesare, who was slowly approaching almost like black leopard, suddenly stopped walking and looked at the turtle statue on the table.
He seems to like it very much that it is finely placed on the spot.
The fact that I hate turtles so much has become a secret only I know.
Rudbeckia De Borgia
It’s not necessarily like that…… I don’t know, I think it’s just that the North feels too far away. I won’t be able to see brother often there, and I think I’ll be lonely by myself.
Cesare De Borgia
Why are you lonely? You have your husband.
Rudbeckia De Borgia
What does that matter? If I can, I want to marry a lord like my brother and live with him forever.
Cesare De Borgia
It’s an honour that Romagna’s best beauty only likes me
A satisfied smile appeared on his lips as he approached the dressing table and placed his hand on my head.
It seemed that he got the answer he wanted
As the hand gently caressed my cheek, I gently closed my eyes like a satisfied kitten.
It’s a touch that I don’t know when it’ll turn violent.
Although it has been a while since it happened, I was very aware that it was an instant that the safe shield surrounding me would collapse.
Chapter 2
Anyway, he was a funny guy.
Even though he was so obsessed with me, he had no hesitation in hurting me or using me for his ambition.
Perhaps it was the reason he took it for granted that I was completely his.
Three years ago, when I was just adjusting to the fact that I had become a 15-year-old Rudbeckia, I declined the suggestion when my marriage with the Duke of Rembrandt was discussed.
Duke Rembrandt was one of those who had their marriage annulled under the guise of a humiliating “physical incapacity” after marrying me, and who would later be involved in the downfall of our family.
My new “family” was treating me kindly and I wanted to somehow prevent catastrophe hence I decided not to pretend to be ‘married’ to future enemies.
However, as soon as I expressed my rejection, the usual kind face disappeared from them and I felt a sense of shock at the sight of the Pope’s freezing-cold face.
That evening I was imprisoned in a room by Cesare and beaten until I begged for my life.
After a few times, I understood that my life here and the previous one there were not very different.
Perhaps the fact that Rudbeckia was not the Pope’s biological daughter contributed to it.
Carmen, the woman who died as soon as she gave birth to me, was the Pope’s second official mistress. She already conceived me even before meeting the Pope.
It was a suspicion that everyone tried to ignore, but I—who was a reader—know that it was true.
As someone who had no blood relation to the family, I ended up having to live while wearing a mask every hour of my life. Just like my original life.
After entering Rudbekia’s body, the anorexia, which had stopped for a while, also reappeared
Cesare De Borgia
It is terribly painful for me to let you go too. Even if I know this will be the last one.
Rudbeckia De Borgia
I heard there’s a lot of monsters there…
Cesare De Borgia
What are you worried about when outstanding knights will sacrifice their lives to protect you? I’ll come and see you as often as I can. It’s not that bad. It’s a pretty exciting place. Think of it as a vacation for about half a year.
Rudbeckia De Borgia
Half a year? Will it be really only for half a year?”
It was a fact I already knew but pretended to be surprised.
With a low smile, he grabbed a few strands of my hair and brought it to the tip of his nose.
Cesare De Borgia
Yes. Just endure it for half a year.… Don’t worry, he won’t even touch you anyway.
Right. That’s not what I’m worried about.
Rudbeckia De Borgia
Will you come to see me more often?
Cesare De Borgia
Of course.
It’s hard for me to just find a way so that my husband, the knight, won’t kill me. It was obvious that if I didn’t poison my husband’s sister, someone else would kill her. Then everyone would believe I did it. Thus, I should first convince my husband and those around me that I am harmless before I could prevent my sister-in-law from being assassinated in six months’ time. Maybe just like now. Just like before.
He was someone who was recognized for his fighting ability even beyond his father’s prime and was appointed as a paladin at the age of fifteen. He became the youngest champion in the gladiator match against demons at the age of seventeen.Afterward, as a paladin, he went on various adventures and his heroic sagas made the hearts of the northern young noble ladies flutter. However, his father had been frustrated about his atrocious personality and his insistence on refusing marriage proposals coming his way. The only women he is close to are his sister Ellenia Van Omerta and Freya Van Furiana, a childhood friend of his sister whom he had been around for a long time.
It was only after his mother’s death that his personality changed.
Princess Omerta, a princess who fell in passionate love with the young duke, took her own life when her children were young.
The death seemed to affect the siblings in many ways.
In this world, they viewed that souls who committed suicide are cursed by the god and become ghouls. It became a taboo topic to discuss— a dark secret of the family.
It’s a pity that a lot of my memory is hazy because it’s a novel I read a long time ago.
It would be nice if I could remember it in more detail.
Anyway, the person who ignored everyone, even stuck his tongue at the king, accepted the marriage proposal to Rudbeckia, because if he rejected it, Ellenia would have to marry the Pope’s second son.
That’s right. A marriage to Enzo.
Currently, the Vatican was struggling with the issue of barbarians making a fuss at the Romagna border, and the Pope, who lacked manpower due to the infighting advance on Rimini, needed assistance.
This marriage was the cost of receiving support from northern Britannia, which is famous for having outstanding knights.
After the mention of my fifth marriage during dinner, things went according to plan.
I prepared to leave Romagna shortly after the arrival of a ship carrying a large dowry and gifts, including an envoy, from Britannia and having a proxy wedding with the knights who had come to me.
It took me three years to get used to it, but every time I look in the mirror, I’m still surprised at the strange girl there.
Curly gold thread-like hair and large blue eyes like a lake.
Chubby cheeks with a reddish tint, and a mouth that is soft like a child.
There was no trace of my original appearance.
If I could find similarities, would it be the long hair and a small body?
In my teenage years, when I was sensitive and insecure, I hated being different from others, but now that I can’t go back to that time, I often miss it.
Pope Borgia
You're Very Pretty, My daughter.
The Holy Father, the Pope, hugged me with a satisfied face.
At the age of eighteen, even though I was already a mature adult, he acted as if he were dealing with a five-year-old child, remained unchanged.
It was similar to how Cesare pulled me to sit on his lap and caressed my hair whenever he wanted to.
Pope Borgia
You are such a beautiful bride. The whole north will fall in love with you
Rudbeckia De Borgia
Father...
Pope Borgia
Oh no, looks like you’re already sad. Don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s not like we will be separated forever.
I won’t have any other wish than for this was our last meeting.
It was very natural to shed tears. It wasn’t a hard task for me.
I smiled brightly at my father while wiping the edge around my eyes with a sad expression.
Rudbeckia De Borgia
I will miss my family so much
Pope Borgia
We’ll miss you, too. Poor thing. I wanted to ask your brother to accompany you, but the situation is not easy
It’s a relief that it would not be easy.
Personal feelings aside, I am afraid of the northerners who have been observing us—siblings with suspicious eyes ever since they came here.
Is my father not interested in the rumors that are circulating about Cesare and me?
Enzo De Borgia
Whoo, I’m so frustrated. I guess I’m the only one who’s frustrated. Ahh!
Rudbeckia De Borgia
Older Brother.
Enzo De Borgia
Whoo… Come here, you idiot.
Enzo, who was still stomping his feet alone as if he was dissatisfied with this marriage, suddenly sighed and hugged me. Just like an older brother, in a normal way.
Although he had a sky-piercing arrogance, impulsive, and rough troublemaker as he was my father’s favorite, at least Enzo didn’t hurt me or suffocate me.
In a way, he was the only person in this family who belonged to that of the normal area
Rudbeckia De Borgia
I'll miss you
Enzo De Borgia
I won't miss you...Idiot
Although he was grumbling, it was Enzo who hugged me to the point where I couldn’t breathe and suffocated.
As he hugged me for so long, Cesare, who had been silently watching us, began to twitch his thick eyebrows.
Cesare De Borgia
Stop it, Enzo. She must be suffocating.
It was still unclear what would happen after that, but what is certain is that I don’t think I’ll be sad at all even if Cesare dies.
Even if the Borgian family is all destroyed, I don’t think it will be too sad.
Cesare’s gentle touch caressed my tear-soaked cheeks which sent a cold sensation to my spine.
The dark blue eyes that looked down at me tenderly were like those of a snake that grabbed a lark.
The snake is pressuring me to put his poison teeth in if I don’t sing.
So, the lark cannot stop singing.
He reminded me of my big brother in my original life in so many ways.
Rudbeckia De Borgia
Brother, you have to come and see me. Understand?
Cesare De Borgia
Of course. I’ll definitely come and see you. Until then, you have to be brave and do well.
How powerful and funny the survival instinct is.
The thought suddenly came to my mind.
I wanted to die, which I finally achieved, but it was funny how I was trying to survive now even though I am living the same scenario as my previous one.
Contrary to the misunderstanding of many southerners, the country of the northern region was not simply gloomy with rain and snow all year round.
The northern summer, when the sun was shining all day due to frequent white nights, was neither too humid nor too hot as in the southern summer.
The problem is that summer is the only time of the year to see the sunlight.
The scenery of the training area was reminiscent of a gladiator arena held every three years against demons.
On a sunny summer weekend, the sight of the men groaning, covered in dirt and haphazardly spread out, did not evoke a sentiment suitable for youth.
Thus, Ivan pitifully threw a reluctant look at his poor colleagues and looked at the origin of all this situation.
Ivan
Can i talk to you for a second?
The knight who lowered his sword to the floor and took off his helmet glanced around.
Unlike his sharp jawline, his long eyelashes were as beautiful as a minstrel, but his red eyes sparkled.
Black plate armor covered in dust.
In addition to the height of almost reaching 2 meters, there was no other demon who had just come up from hell.
Chapter 3
Izek Von Omerta
It seemed like Ellen had put you into this.
Ivan
Is there any bloke who is like this? Why the hell do I have to annoy you every time you act like this……
Izek Von Omerta
It’s not my fault that you’re weak against my sister, bastard.
If he jumps around and denies the accusation, it’ll be even more ridiculous.
So Ivan chose his words more carefully.
Ivan
While you were messing around here, your bride arrived. I didn’t expect you to pick her up, but hurry up and have dinner then enjoy the first night…….
Izek Von Omerta
I think there are quite a few people who came to meet her instead of me.
Izek, who had thrown his helmet to one side, now untied the gauntlet strap and grinned at him.
Izek Von Omerta
Am I not wrong?
Ivan
As a paladin who protects the North until my dying breath, I went to monitor Borgia’s spies…….
Izek Von Omerta
Stop spouting nonsense.
Ivan
****, fine, I went because I was curious. I was curious to see what the famous pope’s daughter would be like. Is that wrong? If you are already satisfied, why don’t you go by yourself? Do you know who the main discussion about a jerk is? It’s you! Izek von Omerta, bastard son of a *****!
Ivan
I’m sorry. My words were harsh. For a moment, I went out of line.
Contrary to his pretty appearance, Ivan, who was called the Knight of Flowers, had a fairly short fuse.
Especially when they were talking to each other.
Ivan
Won't you ask more questions?
Ivan
Whether she is similar to the pope? What was her personality like? Something like that. Aren’t you curious?
Izek Von Omerta
Not really.
Ivan
Well, it’s better to meet in person since she’s your wife anyway. In that sense, go ahead and get ready to fulfil your husband’s duties in the hope that I will never see you turned into an international ridicule like Rembrandt, whoever that was.
Izek Von Omerta
If the Pope declares the gnomes to be eunuchs, the gnomes just have to grit one’s teeth to prove their fertility—all or nothing. How far do you think this sham drama will last?
Realistically, no one believed that this marriage would last forever.
The bride’s past was a proof of itself, and the groom is also a formidable opponent.
From the very start there are already people betting on a weekly basis.
Ivan bit the tip of his lip to say that he would rather have married Freya earlier.
However, it sounded pathetic.
And that bastard would not be able to understand.
He might be joking around, but Ivan is also not ignorant of his friend’s feeling who he had been around since the days when they had sword fights with wooden sticks.
However, Ivan’s own feelings were in turmoil since he had previously escorted Rudbeckia Borgia from the Port of El Mos to the Castle of Omerta.
According to the testimony of Sir Evansthe, who had stood as his proxy in the wedding, the bride suffered from seasickness throughout the voyage.
Nevertheless, the woman, who disembarked with a bright smile and climbed the carriage, was truly beautiful as rumoured.
She was a beautiful woman with beautiful features, as small and delicate with flax blonde hair like golden silk, extraordinarily large and clear blue eyes, like a glass doll made of sunlight.
At the same time, she seemed fragile and precarious as if she would break at any moment.
To the point where he felt guilty for no reason.
Ivan
She was small. She was really this small🤏🏻
Izek Von Omerta
Are you saying that she's a Dwarf?
Ivan
If you squint your eyes with your dirty eyes, she looks like she is going to die. It’s not that I don’t know how you feel, but think about her position as well, how lonely and scary it would be to be alone in a hostage-like situation coming here.
Izek, who was about to put the sword he had just put on the floor into the sheath, stared at Ivan.
Izek Von Omerta
Who are you?
Ivan
The knight of the North. Also a paladine. And the angel of Sistine, blessed Father’s daughter, is the bride of my comrade. It is natural to serve her appropriately….
Izek Von Omerta
You said you wanted to kill the Pope someday.
Ivan
Oh, my sister cried when she heard that you were getting married. You bad bastard.
Ivan’s sister was still a six-year-old who liked riding horses.
Izek Von Omerta
Tell her to forget someone like me.
Ivan
I already said that, and I was branded as an ugly brother who was jealous of my friends.
Izek Von Omerta
The little miss understands her brother well.
Ivan
Anyway, the gist of what I’m saying is that your bride……
Ivan
I heard that the Borgian people have a polished appearance, that others could easily fall in love with them. Are you going to sell your country like that?
The voice that resounded from behind was quite rude and disrespectful as it was heard.
Ivan, who was short fuse, naturally turned around in anger.
At the same time, the opponent who approached towards them quickly drew his sword.
The well-polished sword gleamed coolly
It was a very reckless act considering that it was done to a senior, who is older than him, when one supposed to respect and support their seniors without question
Similarly, the older knights did not know how to be generous with their younger friends.
Lorenzo Van Furiana
Argh! I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Argh!
Ivan
Should I take off your ears like this? Huh?
Lorenzo Van Furiana
Argh! P-Please!
In the eyes of an ignorant person, it would appear that the two traitorous knights were tormenting the poor young lad.
Even then, only after a long scream spread, Ivan let go of the fifteen year old’s ears and shook off his hands.
Ivan
Okay. Why are you being ******* stupid crazy, Lorenzo?
Lorenzo, who was shedding tears and checking that both ears were in place, swallowed a dry saliva.
Standing with his arms folded, Isaac looked like a frost wolf that had just escaped from the cave.
He had the guts to throw a sword at such a bastard, and he was proud of himself.
Lorenzo Van Furiana
My sister....
Lorenzo Van Furiana
With my sister…… I don’t mind if sir say you’re going to marry my sister after marriage, but please don’t pretend to know her for the time being.
He thinks he heard it wrong.
Therefore, Ivan, who was shaking his hands and growling, roared instead.
Ivan
Talk to me so I can understand you! Anyway, kids these days…….
Lorenzo Van Furiana
Sorry, I’m sorry. I mean, Lord Izek, I’m asking you to stay away from my sister for a while until the marriage is over. Otherwise, the witch of Borgia might bully my sister to death.
Ivan
Shouldn’t you be really careful with your mouth? This bloody head is already filled with prejudice.….
Lorenzo Van Furiana
Wait, I’m not biased! If it’s prejudice, why is my sister, who went to Omerta Castle a while ago, locked up in her room and cried upon her return? She has never been like that….
Ivan
Where did your sister go?
Lorenzo Van Furiana
The castle of Omerta. The witch… She was drinking tea with the Lady Ellen when Lady Rudbeckia arrived.
Aha. Ivan could give dozens of more natural, human, and reasonable reasons for Freya to cry after encountering Rudbeckia.
He couldn’t understand how this useless little bastard was filled with just a sense of justice.
It’s just absurd how he came to such a conclusion.
It was then that Izek, who was still tilting his head as if he didn’t understand Lorenzo at all, suddenly turned his back.
It was so natural to move away so fast, neither Ivan nor Lorenzo thought to hold him for a while.
Lorenzo Van Furiana
Lord izek?
Ivan
Hey, Izek! Where are you going? Hey!
Lorenzo Van Furiana
Lord Izek, my business isn’t over yet… argh!
"It’s the Sabbath day. I don’t know you people."
Why can’t a bastard who can’t memorize even a single line of prayer suddenly remember the Sabbath?
What an excuse after making his colleagues look like this, Ivan’s absurd eyes headed to his comrades scattered around him.
Paladines, who were lying on the floor and listening to all the conversations interestingly, also responded with gloomy smiles.
Ellenia Von Omerta
I heard you suffered from seasickness.
The good thing about the long-term voyage was that I can make excuses of seasickness when I vomited all my food after a meal.
It was also good that I was moving away from my family.
After a long voyage, I arrived at the Duchy of Omerta under the escort of the welcoming squad after reaching Erendil, the capital of Britannia, and I was sitting alone with my sister-in-law Ellenia Van Omerta in an antique and cold hall.
Rudbeckia De Borgia
It’s my first time on such a long trip. It’s embarrassing to say, but I haven’t been out of the South that much.….
Ellenia Von Omerta
There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve never been out of Earendil either.
Ellenia, who was talking gently, was honestly so beautiful that I was mesmerised.
I don’t know how people can look like this.
My past life was also filled with beautiful people, but nothing compared to Ellenia.
Her model-like figure, her long, slender body, marble-sculpted features, her hair flowing down like a silver cascade reflected light and shimmered bluish, and her beautifully opened eyes were like red spinel.
The color of the hair, but the eyes were so amazing.
The color of the hair, but the eyes were so amazing.
It could be scary to see red eyes in person, but I didn’t feel scared at all.
Rather, it felt more mysterious and in harmony with her cold and restrained atmosphere.
It is a crime if such a beautiful human is left to be assassinated in vain. A crime
Ellenia Von Omerta
Don't you like the food?
The beauty of the north, who had taken my soul away, tilted her head gracefully to one side
Rudbeckia is the same age as her, but she looks much more mature in every way.
I was sensitive to reading people’s trivial expressions and expressions, but Elenia was a god-given poker face itself, so it was difficult to get the hang of it.
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