Larissa's Face

Larissa, a youthful and gentle spirit, is a woman of virtues - characterized by her innocence, kindness and penchant for knowledge, and loved by everyone who knows her. Compared to other girls, she is a bit introverted, preferring to stay at home rather than go out. She comes from a wealthy and happy family, with enlightened parents and a caring brother.

However, a devastating murder shreds her serene existence beyond recognition in one fateful nocturnal episode. After that tragic night, Larissa disappeared, and the world was left with a woman who knew nothing about her past.

Is this amnesia a blessing or a curse for her? What lies behind this tragic murder case? Can Larissa unravel one mystery after another?

The Mad Wife of the Tyrant

As the unrecognized daughter of the Northern King, I've never felt a bond with my father or any kin of his line. To them, I've always been merely a tool, fit for political alliance or to be sold off for coin.

One day, out of the blue, I was dragged in front of my estranged father.

"Good news, my dear daughter. Your husband has been chosen." The King, my supposed father, uttered with misty eyes.

"Um... you realize this is our first meeting, don't you, 'dad'?" I needed not to ask why he suddenly showed interest in me; I was certain I was about to be auctioned off to some rich lord. Those watery eyes must have been from joy at the money he'd reap from selling his illegitimate daughter.

"Be glad, my child! The offer comes from Emperor Ícaro Brown himself!" The King exclaimed with a smile.

Emperor Ícaro Brown? The most savage emperor to ever live?

Even within the confines of the castle, word of the tyrant emperor had reached me. People are always discussing how many people he killed, or how many kindom he has destroyed. I believe that everyone in the empire, at this moment, is taking a bet on how long the new empress will survive in the hands of that tyrant.

Knowing I was destined to be sold off was bad enough. However, I'd much rather be shipped off to some charming northern duke than this heartless monster.

Yet, despite my fear, I was pushed into a carriage set for the empire. Well, if I am destined to die anyway, I might as well make some waves before I breathe my last. I will make a name for myself as the unhinged queen, the perfect match for a brutal emperor.

However... after I made some crazy actions, the emperor embraced me instead of chopping off my head?

Black Magic for the Village Flower

Nana was the village’s most beautiful flower. Five young men had proposed to her, but she rejected them all for various reasons.

One day, Nana felt an unbearable pain in her chest. She went to the doctor and was declared free of breast cancer. However, the pain in her breasts persisted. A week later, they began to rot, causing her immense suffering.

Many suspected that Nana had been cursed with santet (black magic).

Who had cast this dark spell on Nana?

Would she be able to fight against this sinister magic?