Lakrahan, fixing his gaze on the warehouse, called the girl.
“Tatiana.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
“Can you repeat what happened in the warehouse?”
“Again?”
Lakrahan gave an urging nod.
That night the warehouse caught fire, he had heard the entire story from Tatiana.
But he had continued to ask her once a day about the circumstances at the time.
He had asked the other children as well.
Considering that even a clever child’s memory can be distorted by emotions, it made sense.
Initially, the story was too unbelievable.
“I was sleeping at the time. But Melissa woke up and kept crying. She needed to go to the bathroom.”
These children had been wandering around the village as vagrants.
Lakrahan had discovered them begging in the village, and brought them to the castle that same day.
Until a place for them to stay was prepared, the warehouse had been a temporary shelter.
“So Melissa and I went outside. I didn’t know where the bathroom was, so we went into the woods to do our business, and that’s when this sister was hiding behind a tree.”
Tatiana was clever, and though some words and sentences changed, the situation matched precisely.
There was no fabricated story.
“What kind of adult hides behind a tree and spies on us? It’s so funny, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Lakrahan briefly gazed at the palefaced woman lying down.
“When I got close, she was so cold and shivering. No shoes on either… It seemed like she lost her mother just like us.”
Tatiana brought the woman to the warehouse.
“And then the fire started.”
The children who were asleep all woke up and gathered at the spot where Lakrahan had first found them.
“The fire was raging so much we thought we were all going to die. But then the sister hugged us tightly, and…”
Lakrahan’s hand tensed up.
“She made it rain.”
It was an unbelievable story.
Had the children not all described the situation in the same way, he would not have believed it.
“The sister kept looking up at the sky and then at us, looking worried, and then Your Grace arrived.”
Soon after, the ceiling collapsed.
Fresh air rushed in, and the flames roared even more, but then a tremendous rain began to fall.
Had it not rained, the children would not have survived.
Furthermore, the extent of the damage if the fire had spread to the castle was unimaginable.
“But why is it still raining outside even though the sister is sleeping like this?”
“I don’t know. Shall we ask her together when she wakes up?”
“Yes! But do you know her name, Your Grace?”
Lakrahan let out a light breath and smiled.
“Let’s ask that together when she wakes up too, shall we?”
“Yes!”
Tatiana swayed her short legs placed beneath the bed, singing a song.
Lakrahan leaned against the window frame, lost in thought.
“A woman who makes it rain…….”
There had never been word of someone in the empire with such ability.
‘It must be a witch, after all.’
After the war, Emperor Gerard had all those who could use magic captured and imprisoned.
Thus began the infamous witch hunt.
Having struggled to win the war, the Emperor cut off all the shoots that might threaten his position.
Witches and some nobles were among those who fell victim.
‘If they know about a rainmaking spell, they’ll come to arrest her right away.’
Most of the witches imprisoned in the imperial dungeon became ghosts and vanished.
That’s just the way the dungeon was.
It was a place where no human could endure to live.
“Tatiana. You haven’t told this story to anyone, have you?”
“Of course not. I absolutely won’t.”
As Tatiana shrugged her shoulders, Lakrahan tousled the child’s thin hair.
“You did well, Tatiana.”
[Star Icon]At the northernmost border, where drizzle fell.
Beneath a tall tower shrouded in fog, a splendid carriage was parked.
Inside the lonely carriage, there was a woman sitting in a chair, and another woman politely kneeling on the floor.
The woman in the chair swung the fan in her hand, flapping it back and forth as she spoke.
“The prey has finally left its nest.”
Her scarlet lips drew a smooth line within the black veil.
“Now, what shall we do?”
The woman on the floor, wiping her cold sweat, replied.
“We must go and catch it.”
“Oh dear.”
As the fancarrying hand approached, the body of the woman on the floor quivered in shock.
A small laugh erupted from behind the veil.
“You remain as foolish as ever, even with time.”
“What, what should we do then….”
The fan went thwack, touching the woman’s forehead before falling away.
“If we chase after the prey and it escapes, what then?”
“Gasp! Ththen….”
The woman on the floor clung to the hem of the dress beneath the chair and begged.
“I never want to go back to the dungeon again. Please spare me. I don’t want to live on bugs and rotten water. Sob, sob, sob.”
“Don’t cry. Am I not cherishing you?”
The woman lifted her fan and slapped away the hand clinging to her hem.
“Take this.”
The woman on the floor respectfully held out both her palms.
A pair of small earrings landed on them.
“What are these?”
“Parallel Butterflies.”
“……Yes?”
Long ago, the gods who lived on this land scattered their belongings before moving to space.
Over time, these objects acquired unique abilities, and people would sanctify them with names as they discovered them.
Parallel Butterflies.
While wearing these earrings, one could change into the appearance of any person they had faced.
It was one of the most precious artifacts among the divine objects.
“You’re giving these to me?”
“Hmm. Perhaps.”
The woman fanned herself and smiled.
“The prey that has left its nest will soon begin to awaken.”
“Then what, what should we do?”
“Don’t worry, my child.”
A butterfly, realizing its beauty, will soon begin to fly.
Flying and flying, it will find a vast field filled with blossoming flowers.
“Our prey will likely find the prettiest flower and gently land on it.”
The woman’s hand cupped the shaking cheek.
“Now, imagine. If we crush and trample that pretty flower, how will the butterfly watching it feel?”
“Ah….”
Selfdestruction.
The butterfly will tear off its own wings and abandon the will to live.
“Yes. That’s how you catch the prey, my child.”
The eyes of the fancarrying woman were ablaze with madness.
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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