Fearlessly (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
“Oh, I’m just saying we should kick her out already. That woman gives me a bad vibe for some reason.”
Of course, before doing that, silencing the loudly chattering Wyatt was probably the priority right now.
“Fine. I’ll send her away myself when the time comes, so stop talking about it.”
Lakrahan turned around immediately to prevent any further conversation.
“…….”
Right before him stood a golden-haired woman with several children.
Lakrahan frowned slightly and fixed his gaze on her.
The woman flinched a little but didn’t run away or show a fearful expression like before.
“This is actually perfect. May I have a brief word with you?”
Lakrahan spoke politely and turned away.
As he walked toward the southern castle, he wondered whether the woman would follow him.
When he glanced back slightly after rounding a corner, he saw Tatiana leading the woman along.
“Hah.”
Lakrahan shook his head.
“Well, she’s coming after all.”
With his hands clasped behind his back, he entered the elaborately decorated southern gate.
The place Lakrahan took the woman was the library located beneath the southern castle.
Tatiana was eventually caught by Wyatt, who had followed behind, and couldn’t enter inside.
When Lakrahan, walking ahead, glanced back slightly, he saw the woman heading in the wrong direction.
He slowed his pace, stepped in front of her, and gently redirected her.
Though called a private library, it was an enormous place in both size and scale.
“These are books our family has collected since before the war began. Because many rare volumes are kept here, no one else is permitted entry.”
Her golden eyes slowly shifted to Lakrahan’s broad back.
He continued speaking as he walked ahead.
“I brought you here because I need to say something that would be troublesome if overheard.”
Though his entire body was covered in firm muscle, the hand that swept aside his fine hair appeared long and delicate.
Having reached the center of the library, Lakrahan quietly looked down at her with deep black eyes.
“Let’s assume you can’t speak.”
He reached out sideways and tapped the book lying open on the stand.
“But I doubt you’re unable to move even your fingers.”
The woman stared intently at the book Lakrahan pointed to and the words written within it.
“There’s something I wish to ask.”
Now, if she wanted, she could simply point to the words on the page to give Lakrahan her answer.
“The rain that fell in the warehouse.”
The woman lifted her head and met his gaze.
“Was that truly your doing?”
Instead of answering, she tightly clenched both hands at her sides.
“Let me ask again.”
Lakrahan raised his eyes, cold and sharp.
“Are you a witch?”
Once more, she gave no reply, and once again Lakrahan couldn’t decipher what her golden eyes were trying to convey.
Emperor Gerard, who ruled this continent, called this land—where Bercheria had vanished—“the land ruled by humans.”
Though the gods had disappeared, they had won the war and, without divine aid, had firmly endured for half a century.
The emperor, who proclaimed himself a god, made a great fuss about eradicating all magic from this land.
He captured every witch and imprisoned them in underground dungeons, even declaring he would kill the gods himself should they ever return.
Lakrahan let out a short breath.
“Even if you are a witch, I have no intention of reporting you to the Empire.”
In fact, he intended to protect her.
He suspected the rain she had summoned was powered by a divine artifact.
After all, causing rain without being a god was impossible.
But if she possessed a divine artifact, that changed everything entirely.
She could summon rain anytime, anywhere.
“If you truly can make it rain…”
Lakrahan had asked himself many questions about this matter.
How far could he compromise his conscience for the sake of the North and its people?
He had to keep thinking until he was certain of his own conviction.
“Assuming you truly possess the ability to make it rain, I will grant you anything you desire.”
Lakrahan’s gaze turned coldly toward the woman.
“No matter what it is, no matter how terrible.”
For the first time, a change flickered across the woman’s face, which had shown no reaction until now.
Lakrahan remained still, allowing her to read him.
Through his eyes and expression, he wanted her to understand that he spoke no falsehood.
“You must have hidden in the warehouse because you had nowhere else to go, and since you’re not a bad person, you must have protected those children even at the risk of exposing your powers.”
He expected her to say something in response, but the woman remained motionless, her hands still tightly clenched at her sides.
“So I’m giving it a try. If you can make it rain—or stop it—when needed…”
He let out words that sounded like a quiet sigh.
“Then perhaps no one else will have to die.”
Lakrahan’s gaze lowered, and the woman’s breath caught.
As his thick eyelashes cast downward, shadows fell upon his hollow cheeks.
He pressed his fingertips firmly against his eyelids, as if weary.
Beneath his rugged, muscular frame lay deep, tranquil eyes.
Your Grace! Something terrible has happened!
A voice shouting from outside the library reached his ears.
“What’s wrong?”
When he stepped out, he found Wyatt frantically searching for him.
Upon hearing Wyatt’s words, Lakrahan seemed to forget entirely that he’d just been speaking with the woman and rushed outside without even glancing back.
“I’m fine! R-really, I’m fine, so when His Grace arrives…”
When Lakrahan arrived, Mrs. Morgan was dangling from a tree.
The branch bent toward the river looked dangerously close to snapping at any moment.
“Hah.”
A fairly deep and wide river flowed along the western outskirts of Lakrahan’s castle, though due to the ongoing drought, it had been treated like a mere stream.
But recently, the rain had raised the river’s water level to its peak.
“Your Grace!”
Mrs. Morgan, hanging from the tree, recognized Lakrahan and waved.
Lakrahan let out a long sigh and approached the base of the tree.
“Must you keep getting into trouble like this?”
Though drenched in nervous sweat and clinging tightly to the branch, Mrs. Morgan beamed with a wide smile.
She seemed relieved now that Lakrahan had arrived.
“There’s a kitten stuck here! I couldn’t just let it drown in the river.”
Lakrahan removed his cloak, handed it to Wyatt, and began taking off his shoes as he spoke.
“Have you not considered that you yourself might fall into the river because of that cat?”
“I’m sorry for calling you when you’re busy. Why is it that in this blasted North, there isn’t a single person who can swim?”
Seeing Lakrahan toss aside even his shoes, Mrs. Morgan inwardly sighed in relief.
She’d been pretending otherwise, but her body was nearly at its limit—she’d been on the verge of falling any second.
“Thank you.”
Mrs. Morgan relaxed her grip and reached out toward Lakrahan as he drew near.
And at that very moment—
Kwoogwang.
A boulder surged downriver, drastically accelerating the current.
“Huh?”
While everyone’s attention was diverted, the branch Mrs. Morgan clung to snapped.
Missing Lakrahan’s outstretched fingers by the slightest margin, Mrs. Morgan plunged into the river with a splash.
“Mrs. Morgan!”
Wyatt, standing right behind Lakrahan, grabbed his arm and yanked him backward just as he lunged forward.
“No!”
“……!”
By the time Lakrahan lifted his head to look at the river, Mrs. Morgan had already been swept away by the raging current.
“…….”
Again.
That familiar helplessness—the feeling of losing someone under his care—engulfed him.
It felt as if his blood were draining away.
The scenery before Lakrahan’s eyes warped, and the sky and air around him shifted.
Shouts and cannon fire echoed from all directions.
The three-year war between the three continents had left everyone with trauma worse than hell itself.
Every day, they had to shudder through the pain of losing family and comrades multiple times.
“No.”
Lakrahan gritted his teeth.
Every death occurring in this land was his responsibility.
It was a pain he alone had to bear.
“Hey! Look over there!”
People who had been anxiously stomping their feet pointed downstream.
Someone was swimming toward the shore, carrying the unconscious Mrs. Morgan.
“She’s saving Mrs. Morgan!”
“She’s alive! She’s alive!”
Lakrahan ran downstream along the riverbank.
The roaring sound of rushing water beside him was terrifyingly loud.
From the moment the warehouse caught fire until the woman awoke two days later, rain had poured so heavily it seemed as if the sky had been torn open.
The current was so fierce that an ordinary person wouldn’t dare enter it.
“Who is it? Who on earth jumped into the river to save Mrs. Morgan!”
Someone shouted as they ran after Lakrahan.
“Who in the North even knows how to swim? There’s hardly anyone in the whole Empire who can!”
Since the land was entirely surrounded by continents, encountering someone who could swim was extremely rare.
Occasionally, rumors spoke of such people near places with large rivers like this, but even then, their skill was considered precious due to the treacherous currents.
Lakrahan had learned to swim during the war.
It was necessary to infiltrate deeper into enemy lines.
He was the only one in the North who could swim because he was the sole survivor who had endured the long war to the very end.
“Mrs. Morgan!”
Not long after, he saw Mrs. Morgan lying on the ground.
“Damn it.”
Wyatt, standing behind him, cursed under his breath as he rushed forward and began pressing on Mrs. Morgan’s chest.
After repeatedly blowing air into her mouth and compressing her chest,
“Cough! Cough!”
Water spurted from Mrs. Morgan’s mouth, and soon her breathing returned.
The crowd cheered in joy.
Confirming that Mrs. Morgan had survived, Lakrahan let out a short breath and scanned the area.
The person who had fallen into the water was here—but the one who had saved her was nowhere to be seen.
“Your Grace! Where are you going?”
Ignoring Wyatt’s call, Lakrahan turned and walked back toward the castle.
Because of the recent commotion, the castle grounds were completely empty, yet small footprints were visible on the ground.
Following the fading trail of footsteps, he soon arrived at the library where he’d parted with the woman moments earlier.
“Hah.”
Lakrahan lengthened his stride.
With each step of his long legs, the scene within came into view.
“…….”
The woman stood exactly where she’d first faced him.
Drenched from head to toe, she stared down at the book resting on the stand.
Lakrahan deliberately made his footsteps audible as he approached her.
Thud. Thud.
Her golden eyes slowly turned and met his.
As if she’d known he would come, the woman turned her head toward the reading stand.
Her finger rose and settled onto the thickly opened book.
Lakrahan’s gaze followed the movement of her pale fingertip.
Be. R. Che. Ri. ……a.
“……Bercheria?”
She had pointed to the name of the goddess who abandoned the North.
Lakrahan frowned and lifted his head to look at her.
She stared back at him with an expressionless face.
“Bercheria. That’s my name.”
A clear, pure voice rang out.
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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I have a inkling that Lione is probably Berche’s ‘Mother’?