“Well, the preliminary investigation is over, and I’ll go to the driver’s seat.”

Dewey going to the driver’s seat meant that only Carlos and she would be left here.

‘I don’t like that.’

Irene wished Dewey wouldn’t go, but he, who couldn’t know her feelings, left abruptly.

Carlos left with Irene, and shortly after, a priest sent from the temple arrived at the Silas estate.

Baron Silas greeted him apologetically.

“I’m sorry you’ve come all this way, but the woman was not a witch. It was a mistake made by my subjects.”

“……Is that so?”

“Yes. This is unfortunate, considering you’ve traveled so far. This matter is……!”

Before Baron Silas’s words could finish, a sword pierced his chest.

The Baron, whose heart was pierced in one stroke, fell without even a scream.

The priest discarded the sword covered in thick, hot blood on the ground and rifled through the Baron’s possessions.

Soon, the priest’s eyes narrowed when he discovered a check for the large sum of thirty thousand gold.

“Already making a move?”

He’s usually slow, but he’s fast when it comes to this.

Well, it’s a matter of life or death, so it has to be fast.

The priest clicked his tongue, chuckled, and flicked a finger, setting a purple flame to the check.

“You lied, so you must be punished.”

The priest gently laid the burning check on the cold corpse and left the reception room.

Moments later.

“Fire!”

“The lord’s mansion is on fire!”

A fire, far more powerful than when the witch appeared, quickly engulfed Baron Silas’s mansion.

The carriage running through the mosscovered forest eventually entered Montro.

The city closest to Irene’s territory, and the gateway city to the Northern Province.

Arriving in front of the highclass inn they had booked in advance, Dewey got down from the driver’s seat and knocked on the carriage door.

“Excuse me, my lord.”

Upon opening the door, he saw Irene uncomfortably leaning against the carriage wall, asleep, and Carlos looking at her intently.

In his amethyst eyes, mixed with longing, urgency, and anxiety, were all sorts of tangled emotions.

“My lord.”

Dewey called again, and only then did Carlos look back at him.

His now dry eyes showed no emotion.

“We have arrived at the inn.”

“I see.”

“It seems we need to wake the young lady. Shall I wake her?”

Carlos thought for a moment and shook his head.

“No, I’ll do it.”

Dewey thought that Carlos would naturally shake her to wake her, as he reached towards Irene.

But that thought was splendidly wrong.

Carlos wrapped his arms around her shoulders, inserted his hands between her knees, and lifted her up.

It was the socalled ‘princess carry.’
Carlos carefully descended from the carriage, cradling Irene as though handling delicate glass.

Dewey’s eyes widened in surprise at his master’s unexpected action, but he quickly understood and grinned slyly.

“This time, you must protect her.”

Carlos, who was stepping into the inn, stopped dead at the heartfelt advice.

His gaze poured over the face of Irene, who was sound asleep.

“……I must protect her.”

Strength entered the hands that embraced her.

“I will protect her.”

As if he would never let go.

Irene, who had been so deeply asleep that she didn’t notice Carlos carrying her, woke up late in the evening when the moon had waned a bit.

Blearily, she looked up at an unfamiliar ceiling.

‘Where is this?’

And why am I here?

As the remaining sleepiness faded, she began to remember the events that she had momentarily forgotten.

From meeting Carlos at Sir Silas’s mansion to leaving the territory with him, everything.

The last thing she remembered was Dewey getting off the carriage and watching Carlos’s face in an awkward atmosphere.

Then she had fallen asleep.

Although she hadn’t slept properly since being branded a witch and imprisoned, falling asleep in front of a terrifying beast.

“Ha.”

Finding it absurd, Irene chuckled softly and got out of bed.

Then she lit a candle on the dressing table and looked around the room.

A bed, a softlooking oneperson sofa and table, a luxurious carpet that felt good to the touch.

Each one was too nice for ordinary commoners to use. The room was even larger than Sir Silas’s reception room.

Irene felt uneasy being left alone in such a nice room.

That man wouldn’t have done this without reason…….

She cracked open the door and peered outside. The dark corridor was empty. Several checks confirmed the same.

Realizing she was completely alone, Irene’s lips tightened.

I can escape without getting caught now.

“Where…… should I go?”

Having lost both family and home, she had nowhere to go.

It was impossible to return to the territory where she had lived her entire life.

Not only did she not know how to go back, but even if she did, she would be branded a witch again and sent to the stake, so it was absolutely impossible.

So where should she go?

Pondering, Irene set her jaw and left the room.

No matter where she ended up, she thought, escaping from that man’s grasp was the priority.

She tiptoed out, her heels lifted, having left her shoes behind so as not to make a sound. Leaving the candle was a mistake.

Facing the endless staircase in the dark, Irene despaired and slumped on the spot.

“How do I get down?”

If she carelessly fell, it would be a big problem.

As she was contemplating whether to go back for the candle,

“Shall I lend you one?”

Along with a low, muffled voice that blended with the darkness, bright light stretched out from behind her.

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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