Became the Step-Mother of the Rabbit Female Lead (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
“What… what is this…?”
“Butterflies…?”
Hundreds of iridescent butterflies filled the sky.
The butterflies fluttered their wings gently, shimmering with jewel-like, vibrant colors.
It was truly a breathtaking spectacle. Everyone watching stood utterly entranced, gazing up at the butterflies.
“L-look over there…”
“The butterflies…”
Even more astonishing was the fact that Princess Gloria stood at the very heart of these mysterious butterflies.
It was crystal clear that Princess Gloria was the one who had summoned them.
At that moment, Gloria—who had kept her eyes quietly closed until then—slowly lifted her eyelids.
Beneath her long golden lashes lay vivid, deep blue irises.
“My lady, what in the world…?”
Grayan asked, visibly startled, as he turned toward Gloria.
Gloria’s blue eyes flickered briefly toward Grayan. Her gaze seemed rather timid, clearly betraying that she was inwardly concerned about him.
Perhaps because of that, Grayan felt an odd sensation he couldn’t quite place. He hadn’t yet figured out exactly what this feeling was. Not yet.
“These… they’re my friends….”
Gloria stammered slightly as she replied. Blinking rapidly and avoiding his gaze, she looked unmistakably as though she were hiding something.
“…Friends?”
“Yes.”
When Grayan repeated the word questioningly, Gloria gave a short reply, as if she didn’t wish to explain further.
Though still puzzled, Grayan didn’t press her any more. He already knew her well enough to understand that pushing too hard would only make her retreat even farther.
There was no need to rush. He could afford to be patient until she chose to open her heart herself someday.
“These butterflies will restore prosperity to the village.”
At Gloria’s words, everyone—including Grayan—wore expressions of doubt.
How could these unknown butterflies possibly bring prosperity back to the village?
Particularly, the villagers watched Gloria with uneasy, distrustful glances.
Hadn’t it been Princess Gloria who once brought drought upon the village over the absurd excuse that a cartwheel had gotten stuck in mud?
And now she claimed she would restore the village’s prosperity…? It was simply unbelievable.
Some couldn’t help but suspect she intended to make the land even more barren.
Yet, the butterflies summoned by Princess Gloria didn’t seem ominous at all—they appeared somehow sacred instead.
How to describe it… as if a divine blessing had descended upon the world itself….
Thus, a few people even entertained a hesitant hope: “Could this really be true?”
Amidst everyone’s swirling emotions, Gloria clasped her hands tightly together.
It looked almost like prayer, though it was hard to tell exactly what she was doing.
Soon, the butterflies began to spread widely throughout the village.
The butterflies, appearing as if made of light, resembled spirits more than living beings.
Countless butterflies fluttered gently through the air, sprinkling shimmering dust of light onto the earth and the river.
People stood dazed, as if enchanted, watching the scene that seemed like something straight out of a myth.
And then, shortly afterward…
An astonishing change came over the village.
The parched, cracked earth regained its glossy sheen.
Withered flowers bloomed anew, fresh leaves sprouted instantly on trees, and the faded grass took on a vibrant green hue.
Moreover, the river—previously reduced to a dry bed—began flowing once again.
It was nothing short of a miracle.
Some stood slack-jawed in stunned silence; others cried out in cheers or exclamations.
“Look! The river’s flowing again!”
“Look at this soil! It’s just like before—no, even better than before!”
“Mama! Look over there—the flowers have bloomed! So many of them!”
As the villagers rejoiced, Gloria, having recalled the butterflies, smiled faintly.
On her face as she watched the villagers, there was a clear look of relief.
Standing right beside her, Grayan once again felt that strange, unsettling sense of dissonance.
The rumors about Gloria, the cruel deeds she had supposedly committed in the past…
‘That’ Gloria and ‘this’ Gloria were far too different—almost like two entirely separate people….
“Can someone really change so completely just by losing their memories?”
“Kyaang!”
Just then, April cried out and leapt into Gloria’s arms.
Gloria instinctively caught April and offered a weak smile. April nuzzled her face into Gloria’s clothes, and Gloria gently stroked her, speaking in a tender voice.
“Thank you, April. My good little rabbit.”
“Knying…”
Grayan watched the scene with an indescribable feeling. He was just about to figure out what this strange tingling in his chest truly meant.
“…!”
Suddenly, Gloria’s body swayed sideways. Grayan quickly caught her in his arms. April, clinging tightly to Gloria’s clothes, fidgeted anxiously.
Gloria appeared to have fainted. Grayan stared down at her, dumbfounded, as she lay quietly asleep with her eyes closed.
Though he wasn’t certain, perhaps she’d simply overexerted herself while restoring prosperity to the village.
…What exactly were those butterflies she summoned? The power that had enriched the soil and revived the river… it felt like a miracle straight out of ancient legends.
“Kyaang…”
“…Don’t worry. She’s only fainted.”
Grayan gently stroked April’s head and adjusted his hold on Gloria to make her more comfortable.
Her body in his arms felt far too light and delicate—as if she might shatter at the slightest pressure.
A voice drifted into my dreamlike awareness.
“…Lia.”
For some reason, the voice felt deeply nostalgic.
“My… ee.”
Though I couldn’t understand the words, listening quietly made me feel as if tears might fall—strangely enough.
“…I’m sorry.”
The voice grew gradually clearer. It echoed toward me like a starlight whisper, yet dispersed the moment it reached me, leaving behind an overwhelming sense of emptiness.
I’d once heard that the stars twinkling beautifully in the night sky might already be the light of long-dead stars.
This voice felt just like that.
“…I hope the story I showed you helps you, Gloria.”
I wanted to ask what it meant, but my mouth only moved soundlessly, unable to form words.
Then, the dream blurred, and my senses abruptly sharpened back to reality.
And I awoke from the dream.
Blinking dazedly, I saw the ornately patterned ceiling come into view—the ceiling I’d grown somewhat familiar with. I was in the Duchess of Salisbury’s chamber within Salisbury Castle.
“Now that I think about it… I did faint…”
According to the butterflies, it was my first time using this ability, so I’d lost control of my power. Apparently, restoring prosperity to a whole village required only “2” units of strength, but I’d used “10.”
As a result, my body had overloaded, causing me to pass out… or so they said.
“Ah, I’m starving… seriously starving. I’m going crazy.”
A sudden, ravenous hunger struck me. Come to think of it, my throat felt parched too. Where was some water…? So thirsty…!
As I rustled and tried to get up, the door opened just then, and someone walked in.
It was none other than Grayan.
And he was carefully holding a tray piled high with food in both hands.
He gave me a gentle smile and said,
“My lady, you’re awake. That’s a relief.”
“Oh…”
I couldn’t reply right away, my mouth only moving soundlessly. Because… I’d been momentarily entranced by Grayan’s eye-smile!
Wait, is it really allowed to enchant people so effortlessly(?) like that? That eye-smile should be confiscated immediately—before more victims pile up…!
“You must be hungry. I’ve brought your meal. How are you feeling? Any pain or discomfort anywhere?”
After setting the tray on the table, Grayan approached me with genuine concern in his voice.
Still seated on the bed, wrapped in blankets, I instinctively avoided his gaze and stammered my reply.
“I-I’m fine… except for being incredibly hungry…”
“I see. Still, just in case, let me help you to the table.”
“N-no, it’s fine. I can walk by myself.”
I hastily threw off the blankets and stood up. Naturally, I was barefoot. Although there was a carpet, the floor felt chilly, so I probably needed my slippers.
‘Where are my slippers…? Huh?’
Just then, Grayan pressed down gently on my shoulder with one hand, guiding me to sit back on the edge of the bed.
In his other hand, he held a pair of slippers.
“Me…?”
“I’ll put them on for you.”
He knelt on one knee before me, looked up with a playful grin… and his face was astonishingly handsome. With that slightly mischievous smile, he even looked boyish.
“My lady, your feet are truly tiny.”
“…!”
He said it as if I were adorable. His large hand easily cradled my foot. When his warmth—noticeably warmer than my slightly chilled skin—touched me, I couldn’t help but flinch.
It felt… strange. My heart pounded erratically.
“Whenever I look closely, my lady, you seem to have many unexpectedly cute little traits.”
“…?”
Grayan said this with a small laugh, his movements remarkably gentle as he slipped the slippers onto my feet. Internally flustered by his comment about my “cute traits,” I hesitated.
‘Was that just something he said casually? Probably… right?’
He likely says things like that to others all the time… Thinking this, I suddenly felt an inexplicable pang of frustration. Being unintentionally kind is practically a crime!
“…And your ankles are so slender too. My lady, your neck and arms are truly delicate.”
He lightly grasped my right ankle with one hand. I blinked rapidly, my mouth opening and closing soundlessly. …What even was this situation? How was I supposed to respond to that?
“If I applied just a bit of pressure, they might break too easily…”
An enigmatic smile appeared on Grayan’s lips as he continued slowly,
“I doubt I’ll ever dare lay a finger on you from now on.”
…Excuse me, but despite saying that, you’re currently handling me quite thoroughly, aren’t you?
“It’s fascinating. My lady, your skin is incredibly soft—like touching silk.”
“….”
This time, I was left speechless from sheer disbelief. This man… why was he acting like this? Did he really find the texture that intriguing? Or did he think I was some purebred Maltese with luxurious fur?!
Annoyed, I twisted my ankle slightly. Grayan flinched faintly, then looked up at me with wide, blinking eyes—clearly unaware of how inappropriate his own behavior had just been.
“…Oh dear… I apologize. I’ve overstepped.”
“…It’s fine.”
Finally, Grayan released my foot. Avoiding his gaze, I awkwardly rubbed my neck—then suddenly remembered he’d also called my neck slender.
That wolf… Had he been thinking of grabbing my neck too while he was at it? Unbelievable! He really was a wolf! Just as I’d thought!
‘So sly! Pretending to be so well-behaved all this time!’
I immediately reactivated my Ironclad Defense (Lv. 999). Determined not to meet Grayan’s eyes even for a second, I strode purposefully toward the table.
The tray on the table was filled with all kinds of food. There were even five different drinks.
…Knowing that Grayan had personally brought all these delicious things softened my heart just a little.
I should probably at least thank him. Even if he kept shamelessly showing off in front of me, he was still a kind wolf—that much was true.
Just before sitting down, I glanced sideways at Grayan and mumbled faintly,
“…Thank you. I’ll eat well.”
At that, Grayan beamed widely. His smile was like lilac blossoms in early summer.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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It kills me that she is using important spirits to grow strawberrys 🤣🤣🤣