Ring
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Chapters
27
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48.6 K
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Reading
4 h, 3 m
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During dinner time. Just as the perfectly cooked beef cutlet was about to reveal its tender interior with white steam at the tip of Mrs. Berium's knife— "I won't go on any more blind dates." Lise's sudden declaration made the lady's knife stop dead in its tracks. "You won't go on blind dates? Does that mean you won't get married?" Her mother asked with wide eyes. Lise shook her head and replied. "I don't mean I won't get married, just that I won't go on blind dates. For now." "Why?…-
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That ordinary woman’s daughter inherited only the best traits from both parents, growing more beautiful with each passing year. But her father barely witnessed it. He was too busy chasing after the next fleeting attraction. Lilia, who had hardly seen her philandering father’s face, was only brought into this household due to the Marchioness of Berium’s "generosity." To be precise—generosity wrapped around selfishness. She wanted the title of the magnanimous wife who even took in her…
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"Yes, my lady—" Mirabel, who had been mechanically responding, suddenly stopped. She was just as heartbroken as Lise over what had happened. After finally mustering the courage to marry—something she had never considered seriously before, aside from her obsession with Cain—this disaster had struck. Mirabel couldn’t forgive that Rubent (or was it Event?) bastard. But that wasn’t the issue now. "You still have to get married, my lady. Madam said she’ll find you a proper nobleman…
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A gray clearing shrouded in darkness. A man in a deep brown robe entered cautiously, glancing around with nervous energy. Thankfully, no prying eyes followed. Phew— Just as he began to relax, his face twisted in horror when another man strode confidently into the clearing. Good grief. "Your Highness!" The man scolded him in a hushed but sharp tone. In response, the other man shot back, "Didn't I tell you not to call me that in public?" "You should at least disguise yourself before…
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"Huff!" A cool breeze drifted through the open window as Lise practiced walking. Thanks to days of diligent rehabilitation, it was much easier now than before. The light exertion had beads of sweat forming on her forehead, but it felt refreshing. She wanted to keep going. Stepping past the open door, she ventured into the hallway. No servants were around—likely their break time. She made it to the central staircase. Just as she was about to turn back, she felt an odd urge for a greater…
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The medieval European-style romance novel The Flower of Ruzencia—that was the name of the book containing the story of the world Lise had been transmigrated into. The plot? The usual cliché: Lilia, an illegitimate daughter who suffered oppression, overcomes adversity to become the empire’s empress. It was such a generic Cinderella story that Lise hadn’t even bothered to read it properly. Of course, if it hadn’t involved her, she wouldn’t have cared either way. The problem was that the…
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Clink. Once again, Lise set down her spoon after barely managing three sips of soup. “Still no appetite?” “Nope.” “Oh dear, what are we going to do?” Mirabel, who cared for her young mistress more than her own well-being, looked utterly distressed. No matter what, the young lady had always eaten her meals properly—until a few days ago, when she suddenly started picking at her food like this. And now, she wasn’t even finishing her soup. Desperate, Mirabel had been…
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