The Regressed Blood Knight's Strategy - Chapter 167

In the previous life, she was a swindling charlatan who had neither learning nor skills and was beaten to death.

Upon opening her eyes again, she had returned to when she was five years old. An impact from a clay Buddha opened her divine eyes, gave her photographic memory, astonishing talent, ability to view another’s past, able to sever the ties of disaster and fortune of life and death, a heaven defying rejuvenation technique, and a technique to recognize treasures.

In the last life, her family became ruined and she ended up a homeless wanderer.

In this life, she will defy heaven to change her fate and take back her happiness.

In the last life, she had nothing, had no education nor skills, was despised by others, and was looked at with indifference.

In this life, she exerts herself to become a real master of metaphysics, stands in the summit of the world, became a legend in the business world, sought after in the political circle, and a VIP of the underworld……

Those who owe her, all will be given one’s due!

He, like a deity who shows disdain for the world not only treats her with familiarity but also guards her like a loyal dog.

Her life became an unprecedented and unique existence.

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She had never been real to them.“I never thought of you as my wife.” Even her husband by contract,“My wish? It’s for you to disappear.” Nor the son she didn’t share a drop of blood with.Daphne decided to give up everything then.The Madam disappeared. To be precise, she disappeared before the Young Lord’s birthday, leaving only a single letter. Everyone didn’t mind and thought that she would be back soon.One day, two days, ten days.The Madam didn’t return, and everyone went looking for her. But it was already too late.

Like every (Isekai) protagonist, I got reincarnated after getting hit by a hyper-speed truck.

That was an empty and dark life anyway, so I was already looking forward to a decent, unknown afterlife.

But... the world had a unique thing in mind.

In this new world, I had parents, amazing ones at that.

My father was a talented mage, and my lovely mother was a sharp and cunning merchant.

Ignoring all of my weirdness, they loved me unconditionally.

This was the life that anyone would love.

Eating and cooking delicious food, practicing archery and magic, and playing with my parents.

Everything was wonderful until... those demons separated us and it left me in a ferocious forbidden forest, just to be eaten alive by beasts.

But dying wasn't even a question.

I will go back… to them.

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.