A Different Husband Every Night (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
I stared blankly at Levanfel with a dumbfounded expression.
‘What on earth is going on right now?’
Could it be that my holy power healed Levanfel?
I knew it could heal wounds, but this was the first time I realized it could also cure the side effects caused by the Ferdic Experiment.
All symptoms had vanished, yet I still couldn’t pull my hand away from Levanfel’s chest. Levanfel, who kept locking eyes with me, reached out his hand. His rough palm brushed against my cheek.
“I wouldn’t mind if you did a bit more here.”
My mind, entranced by the unfamiliar man’s scent, snapped back to reality. Startled, I quickly snatched my hand away.
Levanfel wet his lips with his tongue, as if disappointed.
“Now that you’re all done, please get dressed. We can’t keep talking while you’re stripped like this.”
“I’m fine as I am.”
“But I’m not okay with it.”
“You seem perfectly alright, Princess. Your lips keep smiling.”
“This is…!”
It’s instinctive! …But I couldn’t possibly blurt that out, so I sharply turned my head away.
Levanfel tilted the corner of his mouth and picked up his fallen shirt, carefully buttoning each one.
‘But did he really need to fasten every single button so meticulously?’
At any rate, the situation seemed settled for now.
Though I couldn’t see his chest clearly, his hair had turned entirely black—no trace of white remained. The sealing spell must have vanished completely as well.
“…I heard no one ever survived the experiment.”
“They didn’t even know I existed. That’s ancient history now.”
If it’s ancient history, was it something that happened before he became emperor? That would mean it occurred during his time as a prince.
‘Why would a prince undergo such a heinous experiment…?’
I was curious, but the atmosphere made it clear he wouldn’t answer if I asked. Swallowing my questions, I kept watching Levanfel.
“As you can see, my body’s perfectly fine. You don’t need to look at me with such worry.”
Levanfel, now fully buttoned up, turned his body away. Since this was my first time using holy power on someone else, I’d been anxious it might backfire—but thankfully, he seemed perfectly healthy.
“For now, I’m fine thanks to you, Princess, but by nightfall, it’ll return. The sealing spell will reappear, and my hair color will change again.”
“Again? You mean you’ll stay like that every single night…?”
“Yes. Haven’t you heard the rumors that I lock my bedroom door each night and drink myself into oblivion?”
Recalling Levanfel’s rumors, my eyes widened in surprise, and I nodded vigorously.
“I can’t possibly meet other people looking like this.”
“So those rumors were spread by Your Majesty yourself?”
“When I was a prince, no one paid me any attention, so it was fine. But the imperial throne is different. I used that trick once or twice, but it doesn’t work anymore.”
Levanfel sat on the windowsill. Despite his rumpled clothes, his expression remained perfectly composed.
“That’s why I need you, Princess.”
If Levanfel’s secret were ever revealed, he’d inevitably turn the entire continent against him for breaking the peace treaty’s sacred oath.
Everyone even remotely connected to the Ferdic Experiment had been brutally executed—regardless of gender, age, or status.
Moreover, if his secret got out, rebellion might even erupt within the empire itself, branding him a heretic who challenged the divine.
No matter how mighty the Great Empire’s emperor might be, he’d face serious danger if the whole continent united against him. With civil war added to that, his reign would surely collapse.
‘But even so… do we really have to undress together in the same bedroom every day…?’
Remembering what had just happened before my eyes, my face flushed hot, my head spinning from the sudden rush of heat.
Shaking my head to forget, I quickly changed the subject.
“If holy power can heal you, there are high-ranking priests and archbishops in the empire too.”
“I told you because we both have secrets we need to keep hidden. I have no intention of revealing this to anyone else.”
“…What would you do if I told someone else?”
“Well… I suppose I’d just die.”
He gave a casual, offhand shrug, tracing a finger lightly across his throat with a smirk. His tone was flippant, as if he held little attachment to life.
“Can you really trust me? We only met for the first time half a day ago.”
A flicker of light sparked in Levanfel’s eyes, which had been carefree until then. His golden irises shimmered like stars with hopeful anticipation.
“…How exactly did you know I possessed holy power?”
“A momentary suspicion.”
“No. Your Majesty wasn’t just suspicious—you were certain.”
It was a secret only my mother and I knew.
“What proof made you so sure I was the Holy Maiden?”
Levanfel’s lips twitched. An inexplicable glimmer of hope spread across his face like light.
“…Perhaps.”
That expression brimming with expectation, those eyes full of hope—something was definitely there.
I sharpened my instincts and pressed further.
“Do you know my mother?”
“…Ah.”
Huh?
Levanfel’s once-bright eyes slowly turned cold. That faint, disappointed sigh slipping past his lips made me feel as though I’d done something terribly wrong.
“…Never mind. Forget it. I didn’t expect anything to begin with.”
“…What?”
“No. Nothing.”
Levanfel casually wiped his face, tucking away the emotions that had slipped out.
“I don’t know your mother, Princess.”
“Then how on earth…?”
“Ever since my body became like this… I suppose… I just naturally sensed it.”
Sensed it? Or just guessed it?
“It’s as if my body reacted to the Holy Maiden who could heal me. …Yes. That’s it. Sounds reasonable enough.”
What’s this half-hearted reply?
He was brushing it off as if he couldn’t care less, tossing out careless excuses.
‘Is he serious? Or lying?’
His tone sounded fake, yet the way his body responded to my holy power didn’t seem entirely wrong.
There was no way to confirm it, but somehow, it left me deeply uneasy.
“That’s not the important part. It’s a simple matter, really.”
Levanfel shook his head and returned to the main point.
“I’ll keep your identity secret, and in return, you’ll help ensure no one discovers I was a test subject.”
Yes. It really was a simple matter.
But I knew full well it wasn’t as light an issue as he made it seem.
“Your Majesty, it’s also very simple to say ‘I’ll catch a dragon and make dragon stew.’ But do you even know how hard it actually is to catch a dragon?”
Because if, someday, by any chance…
It became known that the emperor was a subject of the Ferdic Experiment, I’d be branded an accomplice for helping conceal it.
In other words…
Even though I wasn’t a researcher or experimenter, I’d still fall under the category of ‘execution without trial.’
This was on a completely different scale from merely hiding the fact I’m the Holy Maiden.
How could such a life-or-death matter—like living on borrowed time—be decided so lightly…?
“Then go to the temple, reveal you’re the Holy Maiden, and return to the side of the gods.”
…Such a problem couldn’t possibly be resolved that easily…
“If you’re thinking of running away—once your identity is known, hiding won’t be easy. The entire continent will be obsessed with finding the Holy Maiden.”
It couldn’t be decided that easily…
“What a shame. If you become Empress of the Great Empire, you could do almost anything you wanted within reason. Since we’re in a partnership, I promise I won’t force you to do anything you dislike.”
It couldn’t be decided so easily…
“The power held by the Empress of the Great Empire is immense. For example, you could make the Lupeon royal family kneel at your feet and dance like court jesters.”
“Let’s walk this path together!”
Of course it can be decided easily! Easily and absolutely! Fine! I’ll decide right now! Just looking at him—clearly if it’s not me, he’ll be exposed and executed any moment! How can anyone be so heartless?!
And do people die twice?!
If we’re caught, I’ll just die once—so what! I’ll enjoy every luxury I’ve never had before death! Without regrets! In style! Then die! And achieve enlightenment!
In my current state, I’d surely end up as a vengeful spirit roaming aimlessly—not even close to enlightenment.
“Those eyes filled with ambition—I like them very much, Princess.”
The emperor needs me, so he’ll never kill me. I hold a weakness that could shake his very life, and besides, I can’t be killed by just any ordinary accident.
Of course, if I die faster than I heal, I’d obviously die—but how often would that really happen?
Though I’m still suspicious about how Levanfel discovered my holy power, if anything seems even slightly off while living together, I can always flee to another country and expose him: ‘The Great Empire’s emperor is actually a test subject of the Ferdic Experiment!’
‘But let me be clear—I’m definitely NOT joining hands just so I can make the Lupeon royals kneel at my feet or force them to dance like jesters!’
…Though I will definitely make them perform as jesters.
And didn’t Mom say I should marry a good man? Someone who can make the Lupeon royal family kneel must surely qualify as a good man!
“Let’s say we marry and I become Empress. Then how long will this last? That body of yours…?”
Ahem. Meaning that magnificent body of yours.
“That body won’t heal just with time passing, right? That means I’m signing a lifelong contract.”
“One year. One year is enough.”
“What will you do after one year?”
“After one year, I’ll say I could never forget those passionate nights spent with you, Princess.”
Levanfel gave a sly, charming smile—as if trying to enchant me.
I lightly patted my burning cheeks to cool them and changed the subject.
“You said your body changes at night. Does it happen when the moon rises?”
“Midnight—precisely at midnight.”
“So it’s not the moon’s influence, but time’s? …Alright. Then from now on, I’ll come to Your Majesty’s bedroom one hour before midnight every day.”
“No. I’ll come to meet you myself. The palace has too many watchful eyes. It’s better if I come to you.”
“But what if you suddenly transform? Do we really need to take such a risky gamble? My life now depends on Your Majesty’s safety…”
I gently cradled my neck, shoulders slumping as if genuinely worried.
“Is it really for my safety—or for yours, Princess?”
“A bit of both.”
“Don’t worry. I plan to place your bedroom right next to mine.”
“…What?”
Though I’m not Empress yet—currently staying in the palace guest quarters—after marriage, I’d officially reside in the Empress’s quarters.
“It’s better to be close by, just in case. For me—and for your neck too, a bit of both.”
Levanfel tapped my neck pointedly with his finger.
He had a point. My neck needed to be carefully preserved.
“For your information, I’ve never let anyone find out I have holy power until now, so you don’t need to worry.”
“But you let me find out.”
Oops. Come to think of it, I was the one who got caught first.
“Ahem! That’s an exception! Your Majesty also let me discover your secret!”
“But I showed it to you myself.”
He was absolutely right—which only made him more infuriating.
“Those little details don’t matter, Your Majesty.”
“Then what does?”
“What matters is whether we die together.”
“Exactly. It’s a question of whether we die together, or you abandon me and I die alone. Either way, I’m doomed.”
Why does he understand my inner thoughts so well?
Flustered, I clamped my mouth shut and aimlessly darted my eyes around the empty air.
“Since the Princess and I are on the same ship, we’ll sink together when the time comes.”
No, Your Majesty!
Even if we’re on the same ship, the moment it starts sinking, I’ll immediately jump into the lifeboat and escape to safety!
After Teriella left.
The evening at Lupeon Palace, now rid of its uninvited guest, was as lavish as if a grand banquet had been held.
“Father, what if that Teriella really becomes Empress?”
At the youngest princess’s question, the entire family burst into raucous laughter mid-feast.
“That foul-mouthed girl as Empress of the Empire? Hahahaha! If she ever becomes Empress, I’ll break my own remaining leg myself!”
“Brother’s right! I’ll come back as a corpse—I swear it on my remaining arm!”
Prince Lucenia, his leg wrapped in bandages, and Princess Leria, her arm similarly bound, both laughed loudly.
“But if we’re just talking about Teriella’s looks… she’s really… well…”
The most beautiful of them all.
Under the sharp, disapproving glares from all around, the young princess bit her lip and couldn’t finish her sentence.
Teriella was the most beautiful woman in the entire Lupeon Kingdom.
Though the royal family tried desperately to hide it, somehow the rumor spread, and suitors from noble families and foreign princes flooded in with marriage proposals, captivated by her beauty.
Of course, the king rejected them all without ever informing Teriella.
It pained him to marry her off to a good match, yet marrying her to an unworthy one felt like an insult to the royal family’s dignity.
“What good is a pretty face when she never knows when to shut her mouth?”
The tyrant of the Leonharta Great Empire seemed tailor-made for Teriella, as if fate had arranged it.
He possessed incomparable power—but his character was utterly despicable.
The king, enjoying his children’s chatter, added his own remark while sipping wine.
“You won’t even be able to return as a corpse. The Great Empire’s emperor shows no mercy—you’ll likely end up buried there. And even if you somehow returned, don’t worry.”
“Yes?”
“I heard King Shalom is seeking a new queen. If you return, I’ll send you to him.”
King Shalom was an old man well past seventy. Known for his perverse tendencies, over thirty of his queens had already died by his hand.
Since he always compensated their families handsomely, Teriella’s death as Shalom’s queen wouldn’t be such a bad outcome after all.
The king gave a sly smile and took another sip of wine. It dripped from his beard, yet his mood only improved—he finally felt relieved after ridding himself of that nagging pest.
Then, the prince seated at the far end spoke up nervously.
“But… what if Brother Karayan returns and starts looking for her—no, for that girl?”
Like a bucket of cold water had been thrown, the boisterous atmosphere instantly fell silent. Even the king fell quiet.
Surprisingly, everyone present seemed genuinely shocked—they’d completely forgotten about that possibility.
Heir to the throne. Crown Prince.
Karayan Pen Lupeon.
He became heir not only because he was the queen’s son, but for an even greater reason.
One of the continent’s top-tier Archdruids.
In these times, as nature itself withered away, Archdruids had all but vanished—making them more precious than ever.
Moreover, in the entire Lupeon Kingdom, no one could match Karayan’s power—not even the king himself.
“W-we’ll just… um… tell Karayan Brother some made-up story! Like… she left willingly!”
“Y-yeah! Dead people can’t talk anyway!”
“If we all say the same thing, Brother Karayan won’t be able to do anything! There’s no one left to verify it!”
Everyone, including the king, nodded seriously.
Karayan—cold and unyielding as steel, unmoved even by sword thrusts—had only one thing in life he cherished more than his own life: his younger sister, Teriella.
“Karayan won’t return to the palace for now—he’s investigating a regional plague. Make sure this news doesn’t reach him.”
“Yes, Father.”
“Karayan must hear about this as late as possible—only after everything is settled. By the time he arrives at the palace, the funeral must already be over.”
No more laughter blossomed that night.
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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