The deposed king, indulging in luxury and pleasure, neglected state affairs while killing his own brothers to secure his throne.
Sikar Blake executed the deposed king for plunging the people into misery and causing the kingdom’s downfall.
After executing the deposed king, Sikar Blake placed Gillian on the throne.
Having witnessed the deposed king’s fate, Gillian feared his own throne might be usurped; thus, immediately upon becoming king, he imprisoned Veronia—his younger sister and mother of Kian Blake, the novel’s protagonist—in order to eliminate Kian.
Veronia had been a princess of this kingdom, but long before the deposed king committed his atrocities, she had fallen in love with a fire elemental mage and was banished from the palace.
Gillian, secretly holding Veronia captive, tried to force her to reveal Kian’s whereabouts—but she never, ever divulged her son’s location.
To later use Veronia as leverage against Kian, Gillian chose not to kill her but imprisoned her somewhere undisclosed—the novel never revealed where.
The protagonist Kian, unaware of this, grew up believing his mother had abandoned him.
After becoming king, Gillian ordered Sikar Blake to find and eliminate Kian. Sikar did eliminate someone—but it was not the real Kian.
Eventually, the grown Kian Blake eliminated the cursed Sikar Blake.
Thus, Sikar was the villain in this novel, destined to be killed later by the protagonist.
But now, having read my memories, he knew everything—that in this novel, he was fated to die.
“Answer me. Is this place truly inside a novel?”
If I said no, he’d kill me for lying. If I said yes, he’d kill me for confirming it.
I felt my mind go completely blank, not knowing what to say.
“Are you refusing to answer?”
His expression remained impassive—I couldn’t tell if he was angry or not.
“Whatever I say, you won’t believe my words—you’ll believe my memories instead!”
“As you said, it’s hard to believe this situation—but the world inside your memories is unlike anything I’ve ever seen, so I can’t entirely dismiss it. Moreover, you know everything about me, and you know very well that I trust memories more than people’s words.”
He still hadn’t released my arm while reading my memories. With one arm held firmly in his grip, I stretched out my free hand and begged.
“Save me.”
I felt certain he’d kill me once he finished reading my memories—so I had no choice but to plead for my life.
“Please, save me! I didn’t want to tell you this place is a novel—that’s why I tried to run away. Seriously!”
Sikar didn’t even listen to me. He just shot me a quick, cold glare.
“You’re too noisy—I can’t concentrate. Stay quiet while I read your memories!”
He could selectively browse human memories like opening files in a computer folder.
By now, he should’ve finished reading the novel inside my memories—yet he kept holding on.
What memory was he still looking at? How far was he going?
“Your occupation is a daycare teacher. Very kind and gentle with children. You grew up discriminated against by your parents in favor of your younger sibling, so you compensated by being extra caring toward kids. Before coming here, you were even scammed by your sibling.”
How dare he dig into my painful family history! Experiencing memory-reading firsthand felt like being stripped naked.
‘Can’t he just stop already?’
Sikar smirked faintly, released my arm, and said,
“I’ve roughly assessed you. According to your memories, this place is a novel—and I’m the villain.”
The kind of villain who dominates the world, then suddenly drops dead.
“The kind of villain who meets a gruesome end at the hands of some greenhorn kid.”
His chilling gaze sent shivers down my spine.
Sure enough, he drew the longsword always sheathed at his waist and immediately threatened me.
No—this wasn’t a threat. He genuinely intended to kill me.
“Then I’ll just kill that protagonist who intends to kill me. And you too.”
“P-please! I won’t tell anyone, I swear! Actually, I originally planned to live quietly here! I intended to live like a mouse, completely uninvolved with you!”
“Guess. Will I spare you or kill you? You know me well—you should be able to figure that out.”
‘He’ll kill me. I’m useless to him, and now he knows this is a novel—he won’t let me live… Oh, what should I do?’
‘What can I do? How do I stop this lunatic from killing me? I can’t die like this!’
Suddenly, I remembered—Sikar was under an unavoidable curse.
“The curse! You have to remove the curse! If you kill the protagonist Kian, you’ll never be able to remove that curse forever!”
Long ago, during a battle with an elemental mage, Sikar was cursed by Agathion—a spirit summoned with the mage’s dying breath—which periodically turned parts of his body to ice.
Agathion was a spirit that cursed humans; only by sacrificing their own life could an elemental mage summon it, and the curse’s strength matched the mage’s power.
The curse the mage carved into Sikar’s body was like a seed—perhaps akin to shingles hiding deep within the flesh?
Only an elemental mage with superior power to Agathion could uproot and remove the deeply embedded curse-seed from his body.
In other words, it wasn’t merely “lifting” the curse—it required complete eradication.
In the original story, no one could be found to lift the curse—but now, he surely knew Kian was the only one capable of removing it.
“Just coax Kian nicely, have him lift the curse, then kill him. You’re irrelevant to this.”
“But to do that, you’d need to persuade Kian. Can you? Kian’s not an idiot—he’s the protagonist! Do you really think he’ll fall for your schemes?!”
“Then I’ll just kill him—it doesn’t matter.”
“You—you suffer from that curse sometimes, don’t you? You lost to the protagonist later entirely because of that curse! Let me help you—let me help Kian lift your curse!”
“How?”
“I’m a daycare teacher! I studied child psychology! You saw my memories—you know how well I handle kids!”
“Even if you’re good with children, as you claim, do you really think that’ll work on the protagonist?”
“Of course it will! I know Kian well! Worst case, you break even—better than living your whole life cursed, right? The curse will only worsen over time!”
Though he looked uncertain, Sikar finally lowered the blade from my throat.
“Hearing your plan won’t hurt. Persuade me well—or this sword will come for your neck again.”
Calmly, I began explaining the hastily assembled thoughts from moments ago.
“Kian needs five more years to fully develop his curse-lifting ability. In the original, grown Kian infiltrated your ranks, discovered your weakness, and killed you. But this time, you’ll spend that time together.”
“Together? How?”
“Kian deeply craves parental love because his mother abandoned him. In the original, he risked his life to protect the marquis family who took him in and raised him. So—adopt Kian! If you raise him well, he’ll see you as his father. He won’t kill you!”
I never knew I was this good at improvising. I thought my plan sounded quite plausible—but Sikar just stared at me distrustfully, clearly unconvinced.
“Adopt?”
“Yes, adopt! Raise him as your son—he won’t kill you, I promise!”
“But I hate children.”
“T-that’s exactly why you need my help! I understand kids well. In this world, there’s no childcare education or parenting information yet—but I have vast knowledge on it. Sure, you could read my memories and take it, but memories are different from real-world practice!”
I kept emphasizing how useful I was, how essential I’d be for lifting his curse—but Sikar just wore a disinterested expression.
Was he really going to kill me because he disliked the plan? Surely not—
But it wasn’t “surely not.”
“Why do you keep speaking informally to me?”
“I—I’m five years older, so I slipped into informal speech without realizing. If it bothered you, I’ll… I’ll use honorifics. Duke.”
“You need to correct your manners.”
Shhrrrk. Sikar drew his sword again, and I collapsed right where I stood.
“Mommy!!!”
I expected the blade to slice into my neck any second—but thankfully, silence fell.
“Sister!!”
I looked up—Hillis, Sikar’s grandmother, had entered.
“Hey! You rascal! You bad boy! What are you doing to our sister?!”
The moment she entered, Grandma grabbed and yanked Sikar’s hair.
“Don’t bully our sister! You bad boy!”
“Ahh—Grandma! Grandma, it’s me! Sikar! Calm down, Grandma…!”
“I said don’t bully our sister!!!”
“Fine, I won’t bully her—just calm down, Grandma!”
This was it. My salvation was Grandma! Thank you, Grandma! Unlike Sikar, you understand gratitude.
I scurried behind Grandma and stood there.
“Grandma, Grandma, please save me!”
“I won’t let anyone who bullies our sister get away with it! I won’t let any of them off easy!”
Grandma Hillis had lost her only sister in a carriage accident when she was young.
Her sister had been frail, so Grandma always had to protect her from mischievous children.
But on the day of the accident, it was her sister who protected Grandma—and died in her place.
Grandma must’ve felt sisterly affection for me, since I’d briefly cared for her like a sister.
Anyway, thanks to her, I survived. Sikar sheathed the sword he’d aimed at me.
“Don’t forget—our grandmother is the one who saved your life. If you attempt to escape like this again, I’ll truly kill you.”
As Sikar, still glaring at me, led Grandma away, my legs went weak.
‘Somehow, I have to stick close to Grandma to survive.’
Soon after, maids rushed in, carried me to my room, and gently laid me on the bed. My memories were already fully exposed—I had zero will left to attempt escape.
Exhausted, I quickly fell asleep.
“Miss. Miss. Wake up.”
Who… who is “Miss”…? Miss, please wake up…
Realizing that “Miss” probably meant me, I jolted awake. In front of me stood Meiri, smiling brightly, holding a washbasin.
“Miss. You need to wash your face.”
‘How kind.’
Since Sikar selects people by reading their memories and judging character, everyone working in this mansion or serving under him was kind and loyal.
‘If only he himself were a bit kinder.’
“Miss, you probably didn’t sleep well because your sleeping arrangements changed. Your skin looks dry.”
“Really? I guess I didn’t sleep properly because of the change.”
“Oh dear. What should I do? Starting today, I’ll serve you tea before bed to help you sleep.”
“Alright. Thank you for thinking of me, Meiri.”
“You’re very welcome, Miss. Now please come downstairs for breakfast. His Grace asked to eat with you.”
Sikar agreeing to eat together was surely all because of Grandma.
Just seeing the knife Sikar held to cut meat made my insides freeze—so I stuck tightly to Grandma’s side.
“Sister. Come here quickly.”
“Did you sleep well, Your Grace…?”
When I sat beside her, Grandma Hillis pouted and looked at me with hurt eyes.
“Your Grace? Sister, why are you calling me that?”
I glanced at Sikar—he glared sharply at me and wrinkled his nose.
“Make Grandma happy. You know her name, right? Call her by it.”
I pouted slightly toward him, then turned to Grandma with a smile.
“Sorry, Hillis. That was a mistake. Shall we eat now?”
“Yes. Sister!”
Grandma laughed brightly like a child, picked up her fork, and speared some meat.
Considering Grandma Hillis had her accident at fifteen, she now seemed almost regressed to an even younger, cheerfully innocent child.
After that terrifying, tension-filled meal—where I wasn’t sure if food went into my mouth or nose—Sikar summoned me to his study.
Feeling my life threatened, I begged Grandma for help—but Sikar had momentarily diverted her attention with her favorite chocolate cake.
So while Grandma ate dessert, I had no choice but to be dragged into Sikar’s study.
Summoned to his study, I sat on the sofa with slumped shoulders like a criminal.
“I’ve thought about what you said.”
Sikar spoke indifferently, but to me, even the air I breathed felt stuck in my throat.
“It seems adopting Kian, as you suggested, might be a good idea.”
Adopt or not—either way, he wouldn’t release me as a condition for adopting Kian. What did it matter to me?
“Are you not listening to me?”
“Isn’t the only reason you’re keeping me alive because of Grandma? So this matter no longer concerns me—how will hearing about it change anything?”
‘I’m getting angry too, you know.’
“I’m planning to send Grandma to the Leper Grand Temple for treatment soon. Once she receives treatment there and recovers from dementia, you’ll no longer be necessary. Then, I’ll have no reason to keep you alive.”
The Leper Grand Temple was where renowned high priests gathered in this world. In the original, Grandma died, so no attempt was made to treat her dementia—but now, treatment was possible.
So if Grandma’s dementia was cured… aside from Kian, I’d become useless to Sikar.
I felt goosebumps rise on my back, stopped grumbling immediately, and adopted a very respectful attitude.
‘Adapting your stance well is key to survival!’
“Ah, I see. Then I’ll help you raise Kian well after you adopt him. Should I become Kian’s tutor?”
“No tutor is needed.”
“Then… what should I do?”
Sikar glared at me with a murderous expression.
Why must he look at people so frighteningly again?
“Marry me.”
‘What? Did I hear that wrong?’
I stared at him with the most incredulous expression possible.
“Suddenly?”
Shhrrrk. Sikar pressed the blade drawn from its sheath under my chin and said,
“Choose. Marry me—or die.”
I never expected to receive a proposal like this.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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