“I don’t know much about this young lady, but I believe there must be a good reason why His Grace brought her. I, Mobius, will take her under my care. Until we reach the North, about a month, would that be enough?”
“Yes. If by any chance there is an accident with the food for the soldiers, then I’ll take responsibility.”
“Why should Your Grace take responsibility! It should be her responsibility if that happens.”
Arcadia raised his voice at Belphegor’s words.
“Arcadia is right,” Ergo chimed in.
The Duke said,
“If she causes an accident, she won’t live to face the consequences anyway.”
The Duke looked at me with cold eyes.
His fluctuating gaze between cold and warm left me confused.
If an accident occurs, he means he won’t let me live.
His gaze was sincere. So, I too, steeled my heart.
I bowed before them.
“If a problem arises because of me, I’ll accept any punishment. But I swear, I will never do anything harmful to the North.”
Thinking of my past life’s deeds that led to the North’s downfall, this level of cold treatment was something I could endure a thousand, ten thousand times over.
Then, the Duke asked,
“Do you know how to wield a sword?”
What?
I clearly told him I had received assassin training when I went to warn him about the poisoning threat.
Why is he asking as if he doesn’t know?
[“Ha, quite provocative. Well, the most useful thing is one thing. Being able to fight, that’s the best.”]
Had he heard the conversation I had with Arcadia earlier?
Where did he start listening?
“Did you work with swords in the South?”
Arcadia asked me. I hesitated, not knowing how to respond.
It was the Duke who broke the silence.
“So, the South plans to turn all its employees into soldiers. Did they teach you swordsmanship too?”
His tone was calm. Familiarly calm, it eased my tense mind.
I answered calmly, though it wasn’t entirely true.
“I learned a bit over the shoulder.”
Ergo, the man, suddenly burst out in anger.
“How dare you treat swordsmanship so lightly. Do you think it’s something you can learn just by watching over someone’s shoulder!”
“Ergo, where do you think you are to be losing your temper like that?”
Mobius reprimanded Ergo, who then pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.
“I apologize, Your Grace. I spoke without thinking.”
However, the Duke appeared unfazed.
I responded,
“I didn’t mean to belittle it.”
“Then what did you do when you weren’t learning swordsmanship over the shoulder?”
Arcadia’s question was sharp.
Indeed, he only shows his puppy-like demeanor around the Duke. He is the cold right-hand man of the stern Duke.
It would be suicidal to blurt out that I received assassin training in front of this man. Especially in this situation, where many already suspect me of being a spy from the South.
I had to lie, though I didn’t like lying in front of the Duke.
“I cleaned.”
“What kind of cleaning?”
“In the South, I lived underground and helped clean the maids’ rooms…”
It was only a few times as a very young child, under the maids’ bullying.
“You cleaned the maids’ rooms?”
Arcadia seemed surprised by my answer.
“Yes, my position in the South was below that of the maids.”
“A noble’s attendant?”
“One could say I was an inferior attendant, but given my appearance, the lady would occasionally entrust me with secret errands that she wouldn’t ask others.”
“What kind of errands?”
The Duke asked.
“She had her own garden of poisonous plants. When the gardener visited the mansion secretly, ominous things tended to happen.”
Everyone’s gaze turned to me at my words. Except for Arcadia and the Duke, the others even changed color.
The Duke asked,
“Was it your task to bring this person?”
“No, it was Countess Berk, another of Lady Medea’s attendants, who directly contacted him. My role was to discreetly guide him to where the lady was.”
Of course, it was a lie.
In my past life, Medea hid the existence of the gardener from me. I only learned of it a few years ago.
“I’m the only one who knows his face and identity. Even Countess Berk doesn’t know what he looks like.”
This was true. Countess Berk’s task was just to make contact. The gardener always changed his name and identity whenever he revealed himself.
“The reason I warned you about the poison, Your Grace.”
The Duke was helping me.
A warm feeling rose in my heart.
“And I heard from Knight Nugent. I could be more useful if I could wield a sword. I can handle a sword, so someday I hope to be of help with it.”
After finishing my words, I lifted my head, which I had been bowing for a long time.
“A help with the sword?”
The Duke’s voice deepened.
“Yes. Not just over the shoulder, but properly, I want to learn more.”
Then Ergo laughed softly.
“You really think little of the sword. Saying you’re good at it, why don’t you prove it?”
The Duke spoke,
“A Northerner stands by their words. You should do the same.”
“Your Grace, she is from the South.”
Arcadia hastily interjected as soon as the Duke finished speaking.
He really despises the South. But so do I.
“I wasn’t born in the South.”
That’s true.
In the past that my mother’s dagger showed me, the surroundings were full of coniferous forests. Such trees grow in the North, not the South.
“I just want… to be a subject of the Delphegor Empire and a servant of the North.”
The Duke fell silent. Arcadia spoke,
“You wish to be soundly defeated with a sword? This is the Northern Knights, where only the elite of the Empire gather.”
The Duke remained silent, and the conversation concluded with my determination to prove myself as a Northerner and a loyal subject.
I waited for the Duke’s response. After a long while, his tightly closed lips finally opened.
“Very well.”
Our gazes met in the air.
“Your Grace.”
“Opportunities should be fair.”
The Duke interrupted Ergo’s words.
“Knight Nugent will determine the method, time, and place for proving your swordsmanship.”
“Understood.”
Arcadia glanced at me briefly.
I avoided his gaze and mustered the courage to speak.
“Thank you. And Your Grace, if I manage to prove and take responsibility for my words, may I make a request?”
“What is it?”
I took a deep breath and then spoke quietly.
“Could you arrange for a new half-mask for me? I want to live exposing the side of my face that isn’t disfigured.”
I cautiously looked at the Duke.
The left corner of the Duke’s mouth rose softly. Warmth flickered in his eyes, which had seemed cold.
“Do you want to change the direction of the half-mask?”
“Yes, I know it’s presumptuous, but I ask this favor of you.”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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