“Your Highness the Empress. It’s time to get up.”
“……?”
At the sound of a person’s voice, the birds suddenly flew away.
But what surprised Rasilia more than the fact that a bird had spoken was the words that had come from the person’s mouth.
Your Highness the Empress……?
Who on earth is being called the Empress?
“I will open the door now.”
Thud!
An absurdly heavy door sound was heard, and then people came in.
Swish!
The smooth curtain that had only been drawn at the foot of the bed was pulled aside.
“Did you sleep comfortably, Your Highness the Empress?”
“……!”
Rasilia could not say anything but instead opened her mouth.
A soundless astonishment was spat out between her lips.
Six women, who placed their hands on their chests and politely bowed, were greeting not someone else, but herself. They were calling herself the Empress, not someone else.
“Your Highness the Empress. Why are you like this?”
Having no response for a long time, the woman standing at the front asked.
Judging by her age and attitude, she seemed to be the highest in rank among them.
“You called me…… what……”
“Your Highness the Empress? Is there something uncomfortable?”
“……”
She hadn’t heard wrong. She wasn’t seeing wrong either.
No one was around her, and it was clear that these women were calling herself the Empress.
How?
What on earth had happened?
“I……,”
Rasilia forced herself to swallow. It felt like swallowing a needle, not saliva.
“Who am I…… called?”
“What……?”
The six women wore expressions similar to Rasilia’s.
Soon after, rumors that the Empress of the Empire, Cartahena Pielion, had amnesia spread quickly through the imperial palace.
[This is the time separator]The atmosphere was strange.
Even the prophet of that faraway kingdom, who had suddenly become the Empress when she opened her eyes, could not help but know that this atmosphere made no sense.
The Empress remembered nothing, and the courtiers said nothing about it. They just said, “So what?”
It was not only strange but also suspicious.
“Yes, so what…… shall we first say it’s amnesia…… and report it to His Majesty?”
A courtier, who mentioned the Emperor, cautiously asked, watching her reaction.
‘What is this?’
Neither the courtiers nor the maids doubted or worried about the amnesia.
They just flattered and watched her reaction.
‘……Nobody believes it. The word amnesia.’
Then what could be the reason?
Rasilia, who had been thinking for a moment, asked the courtier.
“Have I ever had amnesia before?”
“No? Uh…… no, Your Highness the Empress.”
She said no, but Rasilia did not miss the courtier rolling his eyes once before answering.
“It wasn’t amnesia, but it seems like there was something similar.”
The eyes rolled twice.
“That is……. Your Highness is so sensitive and delicate…… On the day when the Blue Moon rises, you often become ill.”
“Blue Moon?”
“Yes, Your Highness the Empress. The Blue Moon will rise in a few days.”
The Blue Moon…….
She had heard it in passing.
The blue moon that only rises in the Empire is called the moon of the demon world. In some places, it was called the moon of death.
Frighteningly large and bright, yet pale blue moon that did not cast shadows on the night it appeared. It was visible to the eye but did not cast a shadow on the ground, a distant fantastical moon.
‘It seemed like an old story because I hadn’t seen it before.’
Could that be why?
From ancient times, the Blue Moon had been accompanied by all kinds of misfortunes.
There were words that demon tribes resurrect when the Blue Moon rises, and that the Blue Moon had the power to realize curses. It was said to turn good people mad and selectively reap the lives of the innocent.
‘Is the amnesia related to the Blue Moon? ……No, even so, I should be worried.’
The words sensitive and delicate sounded different from being sick.
“I don’t believe it. She must be faking the illness.”
The court physician had said that the Empress’s body was sensitive and delicate, not that she was sickly. It was a different nuance from saying she was ill.
“What if she doesn’t believe anything I say? Let alone saying she’s not the real Empress.”
Her head throbbed.
“What should I do, then?”
First, she needed time to calmly think about the situation.
Rasilia, who had reached a conclusion, spoke to the people watching her like a mouse, standing silently.
“If Her Majesty has occasionally felt unwell, then it’s likely you would have already guessed as much, so there is no need to speak of it.”
If the Emperor found out, it would only complicate matters.
“Really? Is that acceptable?”
The court physician blanched. It was obvious that he found it awkward to feign illness to the Emperor.
She needed to find a way out of this situation quickly.
“I must… yes, I shouldn’t be doing this here. I need to return to Delarata.”
A weight seemed to settle on her chest, making her feel suffocated.
If the gods had revived her, there must have been a reason.
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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