Especially since I wasn’t even registered in the family’s records.
“Should I be thankful for surviving because of this?”
Slowly, I sat up and cautiously felt around the dark room.
My memories after Ricardo left this mansion were incomplete, existing only in fragments, like paintings in an exhibition.
One thing was certain: as an adult, I somehow ended up in the Empire and met Ricardo again.
There, I committed an unforgivable act.
The manifestation of the Rochester family’s power.
Only the current Saintess could activate the power of the Rochester family.
Since Ricardo would undoubtedly possess the family’s ability more exceptionally than anyone, it meant that a Saintess already existed.
The problem was, it definitely wasn’t me.
“Ah…”
A deep sigh escaped my throat involuntarily.
‘How did I even manage to bring about Ricardo’s manifestation?’
I couldn’t remember exactly how I aided in his manifestation, but one thing was clear: the result was too dismal to recall.
The most dreadful punishment reserved only for witches, burning at the stake.
The memory of people accusing me of being a witch and watching my body engulfed in flames sent shivers down my spine.
Boom, crash, as if the gods were warning me, thunder and lightning struck simultaneously.
Perhaps the thin, whisper-like voice mentioning an opportunity meant I was given a chance to live my life properly again.
What I had to do seemed simple enough.
Ensure that Ricardo doesn’t have a miserable childhood.
Never go to the Empire to find him.
And no matter how handsome he is, never fall in love with him.
“I’m confident about that last part at least.”
With my task determined, the troubling thoughts that plagued me slowly subsided.
A night without lightning was dark as pitch.
I stared out the window into the darkness. In the still world, the sound of heavy rain began in the distance, approaching rapidly.
Then, as a small commotion arose outside my door, I quickly climbed back into bed. The poorly maintained door creaked eerily as it opened.
As the door opened, a sinister yellow light stretched into the room, dark as death, reaching all the way to the bed.
“Brr, it’s cold.”
Squinting my eyes open, I saw three young women, apparently maids, shivering and only poking their heads in. They hesitantly entered the room, pushing each other forward. The lamp they carried flickered uneasily, casting light over the bed.
I quickly closed my eyes again.
“She must be really dead.”
“I told you so.”
The breath of one of the women, speaking in fear, was visible as white mist.
“Could it be?”
“Look, look. There’s no color in her face. Check if she’s breathing.”
“Why should I?”
One maid brought the lamp flame close to my eyelids, leaving an afterimage of light on my closed eyes.
“Hey, Betty, didn’t you add firewood here yesterday?”
“What? That was your job.”
No wonder it was so cold. As soon as I heard that, I felt a piercing chill.
“So, what do we do now?”
“What can we do, there’s nothing to worry about. We’ll just leave traces of having lit a fire now and report her death to the lady of the house in the morning. Who’s going to care?”
As the corrupted voice of one of the women agreed, I heard them busily moving around. Meanwhile, I slowly sat up. The lamp they brought made the surroundings a bit brighter. The room was small, with only a bed and a wardrobe, making it feel empty.
In front of me, the three women were frantically trying to light the fireplace.
“Hey, you girls.”
My voice, unused for a long time, was not entirely clear. Clearing my throat, I called out a bit louder.
“Betty.”
“Why are you calling, I’m busy here, why isn’t this fire catching? Do it properly.”
Once again, I called out firmly and distinctly.
“Betty.”
This time they seemed to hear me, and their movements abruptly stopped.
The maids slowly turned their heads, and upon making eye contact with me, they screamed in shock and fell to the ground. The fire in the fireplace flared up dramatically with their sudden movement.
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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