Fearlessly (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
As she looked up at the tower through the narrow window slit, her veil fluttered and swayed.
“Since she’s a clever child, it’ll happen soon enough. We mustn’t miss that moment. You know as well as I do that opportunity comes only once.”
“Yes, of course. Naturally I know. Then… will you give this to me?”
The woman seated on the floor grasped the Butterfly of Parallels, and the woman in the chair seized her wrist, digging her nails in tightly.
“Haaah!”
“Your eyes are brimming with greed, child.”
“I—I’m sorry.”
“Let’s do it this way.”
The woman on the floor lifted her blank face.
“Yes?”
With a sharp snap, the fan unfolded in a semicircle.
“Now then, whom will the Butterfly of Parallels choose?”
“……Yes?”
The woman on the floor raised her blank face—then turned deathly pale and began trembling violently.
For beneath the veil, her face was changing into one identical to her own.
“P—please, spare my life at least…… Kreeeaaah!”
A short while later.
Where the carriage had departed from the forest, only the corpse of a woman with wide-open eyes remained, utterly alone.
“Oh? Sister’s waking up!”
Lakrahan, who had been gazing out the window, turned his head.
“Your Grace! Sister is waking!”
As his long legs moved, the long cape behind him rippled, stirring the air.
“Right? This sister is finally going to stop sleeping, isn’t she?”
Lakrahan bent his head to examine the woman’s face.
Her eyelids, which hadn’t so much as twitched for days, now stirred as if stretching after a long rest.
“Yes.”
A short breath escaped between Lakrahan’s crimson lips.
“She seems to be waking at last.”
“Hey, everyone! Hurry! She’s awake! Sister’s woken up!”
Tatiana’s ringing voice echoed through the previously quiet corridor.
“Wooaah!”
Children burst out from every corner, their hair flying as they charged forward in a noisy rush.
“Oops!”
“Oh dear, kids! Be careful!”
Servants passing by with cleaning tools raised their arms high to keep the rushing children from getting hurt.
Just when they thought everyone had passed, little Melissa—the youngest, who had only just begun to walk—appeared wobbling at the very back.
Her chubby cheeks and sharply arched eyebrows gave her a surprisingly serious expression.
The servants, watching Melissa earnestly shuffle her short legs to catch up with the others, burst into laughter.
After Tatiana left the room, only Lakrahan and the woman remained.
The moment the woman awoke and saw Lakrahan, she shrank back warily, pressing herself repeatedly into the corner of the bed.
“You don’t need to be afraid. I am from the North…”
Thud.
She pulled the blanket up to her neck and flattened herself against the headboard so hard it shook.
Whenever Lakrahan moved even slightly, the hunched woman’s shoulders twitched as if seized by a spasm.
‘Is something wrong with her?’
It was hard to believe this reaction stemmed merely from being alone with a stranger.
Her trembling like an aspen leaf, her anxious gaze—
‘This isn’t a normal reaction.’
The woman glared at Lakrahan, her brow deeply furrowed.
“We met in the warehouse, remember? There was a fire.”
The woman remained rigid as a statue, blinking only her eyes.
Each time her eyelids fluttered, golden irises sparkled within.
‘So it’s true. It wasn’t my imagination.’
Blonde hair and golden eyes.
Of course, blonde hair wasn’t unheard of in the world—but it was exceedingly rare.
And golden irises on top of that? Lakrahan had never seen such a case before.
He’d heard such a tale only once—
long ago, in a history book.
“Might you tell me your name?”
The mysterious aura she exuded came not only from her eyes.
Her slender limbs, skin so pale one could see every vein beneath, and doll-like delicate features—
her beauty was captivating enough to steal one’s gaze.
Even with her hair disheveled and fear on her face, her beauty remained undimmed.
She was so striking that even Lakrahan, who normally held little interest in women, found it hard to look away.
“Don’t you remember? What happened there?”
Lakrahan pointed toward the window, but the woman kept her eyes fixed firmly on him.
“You saved the children.”
“……?”
At the word “children,” the woman’s eyebrows lifted.
Chewing her lips nervously, she glanced anxiously at the door behind him.
“Tatiana will be back soon. She went to call the others.”
He’d merely explained the situation, yet the woman glared at him fiercely.
“Ha.”
‘Even an enemy wouldn’t glare like that.’
“Fine. If you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to.”
He casually crossed his arms and leaned his back against the wall farthest from her.
Since she feared his closeness, he chose to keep some distance.
When their eyes met, he swept back his hair and smiled gently, trying to appear as kind as possible.
Usually, when he smiled like this, those who met his gaze reacted similarly—
blushing or lowering their eyes respectfully.
Surely, after trying this hard, she wouldn’t keep glaring at him as if to kill him…
“Hem hem.”
…She was still glaring.
“Are you perhaps from the North?”
Lakrahan cleared his throat unnecessarily and smoothly changed the subject.
“Truthfully, no one living in the North has ever looked at me that way. Could it be… you’re from another world?”
“……?”
The woman, who hadn’t even smiled at his joke, kept shifting her anxious eyes toward the door, then scowling at Lakrahan, over and over.
She seemed both terrified and eager to flee.
In truth, if she’d been found here, she must logically be someone from the North.
Unless she’d entered through an imperial-sanctioned portal, she’d inevitably have been detected by Lakrahan’s knights.
‘Whatever the reason, it’s certainly refreshing.’
Since arriving in the North, Lakrahan had never once received such a wary look.
Everyone here held boundless affection for him.
After all, it was Lakrahan who had saved the North from ruin after the goddess Bercheria’s protection vanished.
Lakrahan was the North’s god, its king, and its benevolent friend.
Waaaah!
Suddenly, commotion erupted outside, and the door burst open with a loud bang!
Startled by the noise, the woman turned toward the door.
“Sister!”
In the wide-open doorway stood Tatiana and the children, panting as they stared at her.
“……!”
The woman’s wary expression vanished instantly the moment she saw the children.
Just moments before, she’d been glaring at him like a pervert—but now she relaxed her features and opened her arms wide toward the children.
“Oh dear.”
Lakrahan’s expression turned bitter.
“Wow!”
“Sister!”
The children swarmed around the bed, forming a circle.
“Sister, did you sleep well?”
“We thought you’d died from sleeping too much!”
“Tonight’s dinner is potato soup!”
“That’s right! We saw it ourselves! It smells amazing!”
A belated, plodding sound of footsteps came from the doorway.
Lakrahan turned to see Melissa wobbling toward them on her short legs.
“Byabangjajja.”
Still unable to properly pronounce “Your Grace,” Melissa called Lakrahan by a strange name.
“Melissa, you’ll fall like that.”
But Melissa, at least, always thought of Lakrahan first—how endearing.
Lakrahan bent slightly and held out both hands to pick her up.
“Byabya.”
Giggling, Melissa ran over and slipped between Lakrahan’s long legs.
“……”
His hands, left hanging in midair, awkwardly returned to his sides.
“Melissa, be careful!”
Tatiana caught Melissa and placed her at the edge of the bed.
Unable to climb up alone, Melissa bounced on her heels—up and down, up and down—and waved at the woman.
Startled at first by the children’s sudden rush, the woman froze briefly—then, spotting Melissa, she smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling.
Her bright smile spread across her face, leaving the children gaping in awe.
“Wow. She’s like an angel.”
“She’s the prettiest person I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Whoa.”
The woman effortlessly lifted Melissa—who’d been struggling to climb onto the bed—and settled her on her lap.
“Onni. Onniya.”
Giggling, Melissa threw herself at the woman, and a laugh like bursting dewdrops escaped the woman’s lips as she swayed under the weight.
The children, overjoyed, all started chattering at once.
Amidst the cheerful clamor of children speaking over one another, a slender ray of light quietly seeped behind the woman as she watched them silently.
“Oh.”
The rain, which had poured steadily for days, had finally stopped—the sunlight breaking through after several days.
Lakrahan stood still, gazing fixedly at the spot where the light touched.
Beneath the sun, the woman and the children, beaming brilliantly, shimmered like a painted scene.
“She can’t speak, you say?”
Lakrahan was patrolling the outer walls of the castle with his steward, Timothy, and the captain of the knights, Wyatt.
“What’s so surprising about that?”
Wyatt raised his caterpillar-like eyebrows at Lakrahan, who had come to a halt.
It had been two days since the woman arrived at the castle.
Lakrahan had been overwhelmed tending to villages relieved from drought, while the woman had been busy all day with the boisterous children.
“Everyone in the castle already knows she can’t speak, doesn’t she?”
One of Wyatt’s eyebrows, perched above his unusually small eyes, was only half its original length—making his otherwise fearsome face oddly endearing.
It was a scar from war.
“Your Grace is truly careless. What exactly made you think all this time that she could speak?”
Lakrahan narrowed his eyes and looked slowly from Wyatt to Timothy.
“Now that I think about it, I don’t recall ever hearing her voice.”
The three resumed walking.
Lakrahan stroked his sharp jawline and muttered,
“Then how am I supposed to talk with her?”
Timothy and Wyatt, walking side by side, suddenly froze in place.
Noticing they’d stopped behind him, Lakrahan turned to look at them.
“What?”
Wyatt exchanged a glance with Timothy, then called out to Lakrahan,
“Why do you need to talk to her at all?”
“What?”
“She seems recovered enough—send her away now, Your Grace!”
Lakrahan raised one eyebrow as he looked at the two men.
Timothy supported Wyatt’s words.
“Your Grace, the captain makes a fair point. The princess will be arriving soon, won’t she?”
“She’s a heroine who saved the children.”
“Just because she held them doesn’t make her a heroine!”
Lakrahan hadn’t yet told anyone his suspicion that she’d summoned the rain.
“If word gets out that you’ve brought some unknown woman into the castle, the princess will surely be displeased. It’s best not to create unnecessary misunderstandings with your soon-to-be fiancée.”
Lakrahan opened his mouth—but swallowed his words.
Since the warehouse fire, he’d replayed that scene in his mind countless times.
The dampness on the children’s cheeks—and the rain that poured down the moment she looked up at the sky, as if it had been waiting.
But whether that was illusion or truth, he’d have to confirm for himself.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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I have a inkling that Lione is probably Berche’s ‘Mother’?