“We can’t go back until we confirm that the woman is not a witch!”

Thud, Carlos, who had stopped, only turned his head to look back at Trope. If a look could stab someone, Trope would have been stabbed dozens of times. He couldn’t bear the sharp gaze and bowed his head.

“Since Sir Silas reported the woman as a witch, we have a duty to check whether she is a witch or not!”

Despite everything, Trope faithfully performed his duty without forgetting it.

Carlos’s lips turned into a pout.

“Are you saying you don’t believe me now?”

Trope shivered and shook his head.

“No, no, it’s not that, but since I have to judge fairly, without definite evidence that she’s not…….”

“There’s no evidence that she is, either.”

“…….”

He was right. Trope, who had lost his words, closed his mouth.

“If you want to investigate her, bring the evidence first. Evidence that I can accept.”

Carlos unilaterally announced and left the reality room.

Dewey, who followed closely, spoke in disbelief.

“I thought there was some great plan when he appeared all high and mighty, but that shallow trick. How much do they underestimate us at the temple to come out like that?”

“It’s not underestimating, there must be some other trick.”

Carlos responded nonchalantly, but his mind was complicated.

The priests’ reaction was too different from what he had expected.

As always, he had expected them to trap him in a web of tightlywoven plans, but this was too flimsy.

“Of course that must be the case……but it’s too flimsy.”

Dewey also seemed to think the same, tilting his head and speaking.

“I feel foolish for being so tense and on guard against them. I don’t know what they were thinking.”

“Don’t let your guard down yet. You don’t know what they’ll do, where they’ll do it.”

“Of course. I won’t lose focus until they leave this land.”

Carlos, satisfied with Dewey’s reliable answer, nodded and suddenly stopped.

Following suit, Dewey, who had stopped, discovered Irene walking from the opposite side and let out a small exclamation.

“She looks like a fairy.”

True to Dewey’s words, Irene, wearing a dress with a faint blue tint, was mysterious and beautiful like a water fairy circling the lake.

In contrast, her face was slightly pale. It seemed like she was frightened.

Irene quickly approached as soon as she saw Carlos, her blue dress hem gently waving with her movement.

Eventually standing in front of Carlos, Irene, who was more than a head shorter than him, looked up at him, panting heavily.

“Haah, am I late?”
Carlos looked down at Irene without saying a word. Up close, she looked much prettier. Especially her lively red lips, more vibrant than usual, caught his eye.

“Duke?”

“…….”

What am I doing right now?

Realizing late, Carlos furrowed his brow and brushed his hair back.

Irene, who took that as anger, fidgeted and then let out a short sigh before speaking.

“You’re not late.”

Because he had played the fool more than the priests expected, he didn’t need to show Irene to them.

Carlos was about to say that he could leave now, but he swallowed his words. It was a shame to send her back after she had dressed so prettily.

What should I do now?

After a moment of contemplation, Carlos recalled that Irene liked to walk and asked,

“Have you ever been to the greenhouse garden in the north?”

Irene shook her head. During her exploration of the Duke Esper’s castle while walking, she had seen the greenhouse garden in the north, but had never entered it.

“Shall we go together?”

As Carlos reached out his hand, Irene alternated between looking at it and his face. She didn’t understand why he was reaching out his hand, or why he suddenly wanted to go to the greenhouse garden.

“I think it’d be good to show them a scene of us properly dating, as the priests may be watching us from somewhere.”

“Ah.”

So that was it. With the added explanation, Irene, finally understanding, nodded and gently placed her hand on Carlos’s outstretched one.

At that moment, Carlos felt a sensation as if a tickling spot had been satisfyingly scratched and held Irene’s hand with a contented smile.

Irene, on the other hand, found holding his hand uncomfortable and awkward but followed him quietly without showing any emotion.

At first glance, they seemed like lovers, holding hands tightly, and some people looked at them with strange eyes as they left.

“…….”

“…….”

Those were Jessie and Dewey.

The two, watching Carlos and Irene with halflost faces and not speaking, finally heard Jessie speak.

“….Is it possible for those pigeons to peek into master’s private life?”

Only then did Dewey sneer.

“It can’t be.”

In a monastery or other territory, perhaps, but in Duke Esper’s castle, such a thing was impossible.

Carlos, who would certainly know this, had taken Irene, saying something strange about priests possibly watching, and they were both baffled and confused.

Once again, silence flowed, and this time Dewey spoke first.

“Well, technically speaking, the young lady is part of the master. It’s not unreasonable for the master to want to be with her.”

Jessie said in a small voice,

“But the master has never done this before.”

“Just because it’s never happened doesn’t mean it won’t.”

“That’s true, but…….”

“Think positively, Jessie.”

Dewey patted Jessie’s shoulder.

“Thanks to the master’s more proactive approach, things have gotten easier. If things continue like this, the flowers will bloom smoothly, and everything will return to normal.”

Unlike the brightly smiling Dewey, Jessie’s face sunk slightly.

She glanced down the hallway where Carlos and Irene had disappeared, then nodded her head.

“Yes. I hope the flowers bloom soon.”

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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