About Becoming My Ex-Husband's Mistress - Chapter 184

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Chapter 184. We Must Live Together
Sir Jester placed a book in the center of the magic circle and laid his left hand upon it.
A sharp light flashed from the tip of his dagger.
A long crimson mark appeared along his left wrist to his elbow.
Then Sir Jester lay down upon the magic circle, his arm resting gently at his side, allowing the life force carrying his desire to spread forth.
As his gaze grew increasingly dim, brilliant light erupted from the magic circle.
Soon a dazzling radiance shot upward from the circle, and the world began to twist and distort.
Simultaneously, my vision kept pace with the speed of light.
A familiar place emerged.
Clean, modern interior design, trophies displayed on shelves, photographs with celebrities.
It was the Luxury Officetel where I had lived before my regression.
The light struck down upon a book resting on my bed.
The Men of Saint Alisa.
Soon the book’s title changed. To “The Men of Saint Melissa.”
“Ah.”
Now I remembered properly.
A notorious trashy reverse harem novel famous for its ending where everyone except the male lead, female lead, and secondary male lead lived wretched lives—The Men of Saint Alisa.
The book’s original plot had the saintly protagonist engaging in passionate affairs with a young, handsome King and Emperor, High Priest, and Knight Commander, with her charm eventually reaching even the Demon King and Dragon.
The moment Sir Jester’s magic touched it, the story had changed entirely.
Shortly after, the location changed once more.
A sunset was visible through the window.
It was Count Genoma’s Mansion, where I had first opened my eyes when Sir Jester’s magic turned back time and brought me here.
A violent gust of wind blew so fiercely I couldn’t even open my eyes.
When I opened them again, my surroundings had changed.
The scent of the sea carried on the wind.
It was Zerox’s Ship Party Venue, brightly illuminated by firelight.
Before me stood Luderne and Sir Jester, their eyes red-rimmed.
“Good heavens, what an extraordinary thing you’ve done…”
At Luderne’s trembling voice, thick with shock, Sir Jester wiped away his tears with his hand and laughed with genuine joy.
“Haha. I truly have done something extraordinary. I can’t believe it actually worked.”
Then a scream-like roar erupted from across the way—Eclite’s voice.
“Damn it! I remember everything now!”
Eclite shrieked wildly, appearing consumed by mad rage.
“It was a regression! That bastard ruined my life!”
Zerox had equally lost his composure.
Burning with fury, he raised his sword and sent the Knight Order forward.
“Kill them all!”
The knights drew their blades and charged.
“Your Majesty!”
Brissel Mohr and Walter, who were nearby, rushed urgently toward us.
Luderne Sellen grabbed my shoulder at the sight of them.
“If our luck turns sour today, I thought it wouldn’t be so bad to die together.”
After giving me a brief kiss, he met my gaze directly.
His crimson eyes had transformed entirely—the atmosphere around them completely different.
“But it seems I’ve been given an extraordinary opportunity instead. We must live together, Priscilla.”
As I nodded, Luderne Sellen swiftly plucked all three of my hair ornaments from my head.
“Sir Jester, protect Priscilla.”
Three of my hair ornaments dangled between his fingers.
“Miss Priscilla, stay behind me.”
I hurriedly obeyed Sir Jester’s command.
“One-on-one is manageable, but facing multiple opponents barehanded? And at my age, no less… this is ridiculous.”
Brissel Mohr let out a hollow laugh and shook his head, while Walter clenched his fists and clicked his tongue.
“It won’t be easy. But since we’ve already seen the truth, we’ll grit our teeth and do this.”
“You’re not entirely unarmed, though. Take these.”
Luderne Sellen handed one hair ornament each to Brissel Mohr and Walter.
As he deliberately twisted the end of one ornament before us, a sharp awl emerged from the decoration.
Brissel Mohr and Walter separated the awls from the ornaments, then both let out quiet laughs.
“A sort of sword stick, then?”
“Well, having even this is better than nothing.”
All three men’s gazes fixed in one direction—toward the knights mere meters away.
“Hyaaaa!”
The moment the sword-wielding knights roared their charge.
The awls in Luderne Sellen’s, Brissel Mohr’s, and Walter’s hands flew like daggers.
The three nearest knights barely dodged, their bodies staggering from the impact.
Luderne Sellen rushed forward like an arrow, with Brissel Mohr and Walter following close behind.
The three knights struck by the awls were subdued in an instant.
Luderne Sellen seized a sword and immediately issued orders to Brissel Mohr and Walter.
“Now we cannot afford to lose. You have weapons equal to theirs.”
“We hear and obey!”
Their voices rang with fierce determination.
Soon the clash of blades grew deafening, but the attacking knights were no match for the three of them.
Even while facing multiple opponents, Luderne Sellen seized another sword and tossed it toward Sir Jester and me.
Two blades.
Sir Jester picked up the swords and handed one to me.
“Do you know how to use a sword?”
“No. I don’t.”
But I gripped the hilt firmly with both hands.
“Still, it’s better than being defenseless. I won’t die. Not here.”
At my words, Sir Jester broke into a wide smile.
“That’s a worthy answer. Thank you, Miss Priscilla.”
We watched the situation unfold once more.
Zerox drew his sword and plunged into the fray, shouting.
“Target Luderne! Whoever strikes him down shall receive a handsome reward!”
In that same moment, Eclite, who had rushed to within arm’s reach, barked orders at his Black-Clothed Subordinates.
“Aid Zerox’s knights! Slaughter them all!”
Then he charged directly toward us.
“Priscilla! Time-Reverting Mage! I shall carve you both to pieces with my own hands!”
Sir Jester, startled, positioned himself between Eclite and me.
“Miss Priscilla! Fall back further!”
I felt concern for Sir Jester.
But all I could do was stay out of the way.
For now, I retreated as he instructed.
Sir Jester parried Eclite’s blade once.
“Hngh!”
The sharp ring of steel echoed as Sir Jester staggered. He looked severely overwhelmed.
Eclite swung his sword again.
Sir Jester barely blocked this attack as well, but his grip failed and he was driven back once more. His back struck the thick wooden railing behind him.
Beyond his back lay the sea itself.
“Sir Jester!”
“Get back, Miss Priscilla!”
This time, I could not obey his command meekly. Sir Jester appeared in mortal danger—about to be cut down by the blade or plunged into the sea.
“Khehehehe! Your time magic is useless!”
Eclite laughed like a madman and swung his sword horizontally.
Sir Jester lowered his body and barely evaded it.
But his lost balance sent him rolling across the deck.
“Now it ends, you cursed mage!”
Eclite raised his sword high, poised to drive it downward.
In that critical moment, I considered rushing at Eclite.
But engaging him in swordplay was beyond my capability.
As I frantically scanned my surroundings, I spotted a party table right beside me.
I quickly seized a water bottle from it and hurled it at Eclite with all my strength.
His blade struck the bottle I had thrown instead of piercing Sir Jester.
But the shattering glass and spraying water were unavoidable.
“Stay put, Priscilla! I’ll run you through next!”
Eclite’s crazed eyes suddenly widened in confusion.
Sir Jester, who had been before him, had vanished.
A small white clownfish thrashed desperately at his feet before tumbling over the railing into the sea.
At the same moment, I gripped the railing and cried out toward the dark waters with all my might.
“Sir Jester! You will survive this! You must return to us alive!”
Sir Jester, swallowed by the night sea, offered no reply.
I had prevented my assassination, yet unease gnawed at me.
Could Sir Jester truly navigate the treacherous seas and return?
And could I escape the murderous intent radiating from Eclite as he approached with furrowed brow?
“Priscilla!”
It was then that Luderne’s cry pierced the chaos.
The Black-Clothed Subordinates lingered about him, hesitant.
Though they had received Eclite’s orders, the melee was so fierce that they seemed unable to find an opening to intervene.
Brissel Mohr and Walter were too occupied fending off Zerox’s knights, while Luderne kept his attention on me even as he clashed with Zerox.
“Distracted already, Luderne? Gah!”
Yet Zerox was no match for him.
Luderne deflected the incoming blade and simultaneously kicked Zerox away.
The force was tremendous—Zerox’s body lifted off the ground, his abandoned sword spinning uselessly through the air.
Luderne immediately rushed toward me.
Eclite also sprinted in my direction, shouting to his subordinates.
“Surround Priscilla!”
In an instant, I was encircled by the Black-Clothed Subordinates.
Eclite called out to the approaching Luderne.
“I have Priscilla. If you wish her to live, drop your weapon and surrender!”
Luderne halted mere meters away, his gaze darting between me and Eclite—confusion written plainly across his face.
That was when it happened.
One of the Black-Clothed Subordinates spoke carefully in a low voice.
“We’ve been hearing the name Priscilla, and I wonder—are you the one who sent us a letter through a merchant?”
“!”
A memory flickered through my mind.
“Did you receive a letter from Bernard Heser?”
The man nodded at my question.
“Indeed. For final confirmation, might I ask your full name and title?”

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