Reborn to Set My Beloved Disciple Free

In my previous life, I heartlessly separated my disciple from her beloved in order to protect her.

Yet in the end, she stepped on my palm and questioned me with hatred in her eyes and a sword in her hand.

"Mr. Padilla, you separated me from my beloved back then. Do you regret it now?"

With that, she tore me apart, leaving me with nothing but my shattered remains.

Then, I was reborn to the day when she came with her beloved to plead with me.

"I'm willing to die to atone for my sins. Just please spare him."

Something in her eyes told me she was certain that I wouldn't be so cruel to her.

A cold laugh bubbled up inside me as I turned around.

"Alright then. You'll have what you wish for."

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When Ether Sword pierced through my chest from behind, I seemed to no longer feel any pain.

Carissa Padilla's cold eyes hurt me more than the wound on my chest.

"Carissa... Why..."

A metallic taste flooded my mouth, but all I could taste was bitterness as blood dripped from the corner of my lips.

I struggled to lift my hand, wanting to wipe away the blood as I didn't want Carissa to see me in such a miserable state.

I had no idea that she wanted me to suffer and beg for mercy in pain, which was the only way she'd vent out her anger.

Her eyes were utterly cold.

Though they were as pretty as ever, I saw no emotional change in them whatsoever.

Seemed I was just her prey, like those who had died under her sword.

But I was her master.

Her unparalleled swordsmanship, her mastery of spells, and even this sword piercing through my chest, all came from me.

The spiritual power within me was gradually dissipating, but I didn't care.

I just wanted to know one thing. I loved her so much. Why would she do this to me?

She was my only disciple.

For centuries, I guarded her, protected her, taught her skills, and trained her to use a sword.

I suppressed my deep love for her and acted cool whenever I was with her.

Because I was her master.

I knew that my love for her was unorthodox and would only put her in a dilemma, so I willingly stayed in the shadows, silently guarding her.

But I had no idea that she hated my guts.

She hated me so much that she lay low for years to kill me herself.

"Why... Carissa...

"Who bewitched you...

"Or... Did I do something wrong?"

My vision gradually blurred. I tried my best to approach her as I just wanted to see her face one last time, but she kicked me to the ground.

She looked down at me with disdain, her eyes like a knife piercing my heart.

"Wrong? You are my master. How could you do anything wrong?

"You ruthlessly separate me from my beloved for my sake, right?

"Chase, you didn't do anything wrong."

Carissa gritted her teeth in anger.

Memories from long ago emerged in my mind.

Years ago, Carissa knelt in front of me with a man I didn't know.

Even though it was a bright spring day, her actions left me chilled, like I was in a cold winter.

I sat on a raised platform and watched her bow and kneel at my feet, silently confronting me.

She was my beloved...