Eternally Regressing Knight - Chapter 582 - Even If Hidden, It Cannot Be Concealed

As soon as she opened her eyes, Bai Lian found herself in the body of a notorious and spoiled young lady.

She heard her father was a new and rising star in Beicheng, self-made with a far-reaching reputation;

Her older illegitimate brother was a genius who had topped the city exams and went off to Jiangjing University;

The younger illegitimate sister from the adjacent international class was a multi-talented school beauty, gentle and well-mannered;

Her fiancé was a golden boy of finance, a scholarly idol in school who had never even glanced at her properly…

And she was just an unremarkable person with low intelligence, an ordinary person, kicked out of the house right from the start.

Bai Lian: Fine, then she’ll just have to study hard and strive to be an ordinary person~

Everyone (with a mysterious smiling face): …are you sure about that??

The young lady sent to Xiangcheng with no background, ignorant and unlearned, everyone could step on her… but they can’t move her???

[A uniquely stunning, lazy and capricious female protagonist who annihilates anyone who crosses her vs. a noble, cool, and dominating male protagonist with an IQ that crushes everyone present]

PS: Both the male and female leads are very suave. This story is all about satisfying reads without much logic, so please don’t delve too deeply into the logic, thanks.

Message: Love learning, be a good person.

Oh Kang-Woo suddenly fell into Hell one day. The only things he had were his desire to live and the Authority of Predation. He devoured hundreds of thousands of demons from the First Hell all the way to the Ninth Hell, and even made the seven princes of Hell bow down to him.

“Why are you trying to go back? You already have everything that you could possibly desire here in Hell.”

“I have everything? Like what?”

There was nothing to eat or enjoy! The only things in Hell were desolate lands and hideous demons!

“I’m going back.”

He finally goes back to Earth after ten grueling millennia.

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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.