After a while, Lea carefully handed the contract back to the butler and spoke.
“…On second thought, it bothers me to leave the sick count. Though I’m lacking, I’ll do my best.”
She couldn’t possibly have fifty silver coins. She quickly resigned herself and responded.
“So, could I meet the Count’s attending physician? I plan to make medicine based on past medical records and the physician’s opinions.”
Butler Bayern stopped Lea, who was speaking with a serious expression.
“Oh, Miss Lea, it seems you haven’t heard.”
“Excuse me? What haven’t I…”
“The Count does not have an attending physician.”
“What?”
Lea asked back, as if asking what he meant. The Count had no attending physician. At first, she thought she had misheard.
“What do you mean…”
Butler Bayern gave an odd look, closed the file he had been reading, leaned back in his chair, and continued his explanation.
“The reason the salary is five silver coins is because the pharmacist must also act as a doctor. That’s why we chose you, who are capable in medicine, right?”
‘What?’
Lea recalled the interview that had felt strange at the time.
Before the Count Heidern departed, the agent I had met in the capital asked me an unorthodox question.
Asking an apothecary about healing and medical skills.
Usually, they don’t ask such things of an apothecary, so I just thought it strange.
‘Why on earth… asking about medical skills without even inquiring about my experience in potion preparation.’
Lea felt a pounding headache. In the end, she tearfully resigned herself to becoming Count Heidern’s apothecary and primary physician.
“Follow me.”
The butler, who was heading upstairs, seemed not to see the look on her face, close to tears. He promised to introduce her to the Count.
The butler was rapidly speaking about something, but Lea could not concentrate on his words. The name “Heidern” echoed in her ears like a reverberation.
“Do you understand, Miss Lea? When serving the Count from now on, there are some important points to…”
Perhaps they had walked for a long time. The butler stopped in front of a large door at the end of the mansion’s corridor and spoke.
“Ah, and just in case.”
‘What more is there?’
The fact that she had more to learn here darkened Lea’s face.
“The Count is quite sensitive.”
“……What?”
Sensitive?
At the butler’s strange remark, Lea stared blankly.
Clatter.
At the same time as he finished speaking, the butler opened the door to the Count’s room. As the door slowly opened, a peculiar scent brushed past her nose.
‘This scent is….’
She was trying to recall the source of the scent.
Bang!
As something flew at her, a loud crash echoed.
‘Huh?’
While Lea was blinking slowly to comprehend the situation.
From her left cheek, she felt a hot liquid dripping along with a burning sensation.
‘What the heck is…’
With a slow motion, Lea raised her hand and wiped her cheek. Then, the warm liquid soaking into her palm entered her field of view.
“……Blood?”
When she turned her gaze, there were shards of broken glass scattered all over the floor. That’s when Lea snapped out of it.
‘This is not just being sensitive, right?!’
With her slightly trembling hands behind her, the moment she raised her head again, a shadow loomed close, blocking Lea’s sight.
She swallowed her dry spit at the shadow that seemed to exude violence beyond sensitivity.
A dark room with thick curtains drawn as if not to permit a sliver of light.
She couldn’t see well due to the darkness, but she knew. She knew that the person standing in front of her was the infamous Count.
A heavy silence lay thick between the two, each seeming to probe the other.
‘……Really, the Count Heidern I know?’
It couldn’t be. She could hardly breathe due to the overwhelming presence of the shadow blocking her way.
Somehow frightened, she clenched her fist.
The numerous rumors about Count Heidern were often tinged with pity.
Born of noble lineage as the eldest son of the Emperor, yet frail, waiting for death, a pitiful prince.
A pitiful man who was robbed of everything by his cousin brothers and exiled to the hinterlands. And all these rumors had one common presupposition.
‘A terminally ill patient with not much time left.’
Yes, the Count Heidern she knew was frail. So frail that no one would doubt it even if he died immediately.
‘But….’
Scarlet eyes flashed in the darkness, sweeping over Lea.
‘Those eyes can’t belong to a frail person.’
Was she mistaken about something? Lea was rolling her eyes at the thought.
Swoosh.
The curtains were drawn open, and the room suddenly brightened.
“Eh….”
Startled by the unexpected flood of light, Lea squinted.
“You were still closing the curtains.”
As if this wasn’t the first or second time this had happened, the butler naturally drew the curtains and approached.
“This is why the Count’s illness doesn’t get better.”
Her words seemed rather brash for an address to a Count, but she had no room to bother about that.
“……huh?”
A strong light coming through the window soon illuminated the Count’s figure. Perhaps she was dazzled and saw something erroneously.
Lea opened her eyes which had been tightly shut.
‘What on earth is this…….’
As the glare subsided, she closely scrutinized the figure of a man standing in front of her.
Count Heidern. His appearance was not as she had imagined just a few minutes ago.
A skinny figure contrasting his intimidating gaze, deeply sunken eyes. And above all, a boy who seemed much younger than her was staring at Lea.
‘Younger than me?’
She certainly knew the Count was four years older than her.
The man in front of her eyes. No, the boy seemed no older than seventeen at most.
At that moment, while observing the Count with a trembling gaze seemingly unsettled by the unexpected appearance, she met eyes with the man wearing a fierce look.
‘That man is just like…….’
He was like a kitten hissing at a stranger. His defensive look was so petty and pathetic, reminiscent of a pitiful stray cat.
That was Lea’s first impression of the Count.
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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