How To Ruin The Original Work (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 3
“Please go carefully, guest.”
Nigel stepped out of the caravan, having received Sally’s warm farewell.
She had left around lunchtime, yet the sun was already beginning to dip low in the sky.
The sharp wind brushed past Nigel’s face—not unpleasantly, but refreshingly instead.
It felt as if a heavy burden long lodged in her heart had finally been lifted.
“You’re really leaving….”
Only now, after resolving the most urgent matter, did it truly sink in.
To others it might have been just a fleeting stop, but to Nigel, the orphanage was as good as home.
A slight thrill at the thought of leaving familiar surroundings for a new place, and a strange, uneasy feeling—not quite nostalgia, not sorrow, not longing, but something hard to define—swirled inside Nigel’s chest.
At moments like this, she missed the cold, fresh air scented with woodsmoke, the warm, noisy space where there was never time to linger in sentimentality, and the merchants who always sold their wares at prices slightly below market value…
Every corner of the small countryside village was steeped in memories.
This feeling was clearly…
‘…Not the time to indulge in sentimental longing.’
Remembering the mountain of tasks still ahead, Nigel quickened her pace.
[This is the timeline separator]And so, the moment of parting arrived swiftly.
“Naaajeeel, Naaajeeel…!!”
“…Sniff.”
“Don’t gooo… Waaah!”
“Really….”
She barely swallowed back the words—“Anyone hearing this would think someone died.”
She knew better than to crack a joke; it would only make everyone’s faces even more of a mess.
“…We can just write letters. ‘Nigel As, Siennia Academy.’ Didn’t you all just learn how to write letters at school recently?”
Nigel carefully chose her words as she wiped Jack’s tears with a handkerchief.
…Whether he heard her or not, his cries only grew louder.
‘There’s a perfect trick for times like this.’
“I really have to get on the carriage now. Are you seriously going to say goodbye while crying?”
At Nigel’s words, everyone abruptly stopped sobbing.
It was a local custom: seeing someone off with tears stole their luck, while bidding them farewell with smiles bestowed good fortune.
After wailing for a long while, their forced attempts to smile made quite a sight.
Just then, red-eyed Jack tugged at Nigel’s sleeve.
“What is it, Jack? Still something left to say?”
Jack shuffled closer, fidgeting nervously, then pulled something out from behind his back and held it out.
It was none other than… a scarf.
‘No wonder I couldn’t find it anywhere.’
Upon closer inspection, Nigel saw her name embroidered crookedly at one end of the scarf—clearly stitched by the children themselves, with uneven, wobbly letters.
Overwhelmed by a deep warmth welling in her chest, Nigel struggled for words for a moment before finally speaking.
“…Thank you. You’ve all worked so hard.”
“I picked the thread color!”
“I—I drew the embroidery design!”
The children eagerly boasted about their contributions one after another.
Nigel met each of their eyes and thanked them in turn.
“Najeeel.”
Then Beni, who had been quiet all along, approached.
Nigel blinked and knelt down, and Beni clumsily wrapped the scarf around her neck.
“I tied the scarf for Nigel, hehe.”
Beni beamed with a wide, toothy grin.
Though the knot was lopsided, it was the warmest scarf Nigel had ever worn.
And then…
“…Nigel.”
“Come here, let me give you a hug.”
It was a voice she’d heard every single day for the past seventeen years.
Ron and Hendel embraced Nigel in turn.
“Our daughter….”
At Ron’s quiet whisper during the hug, Nigel’s eyes stung with warmth.
“I’ll write often. And I’ll come back during holidays.”
“Yes, do as you please. This will always be your home.”
Just as tears threatened to fall, the children rushed over and clung tightly to Nigel, making her tears vanish instantly.
Nigel gave each child a light hug, whispered something softly, then quickly boarded the carriage and departed.
Just as her arrival at the orphanage had been sudden, so too was her departure.
Before Ron and Hendel could even sink into sentimentality, the carriage carrying Nigel disappeared from sight, and they immediately began consoling the tearful children before heading back into the orphanage.
After tucking all the children into bed, Ron and Hendel sat down for tea—only to be met with two letters from different senders and a familiarly penned check labeled “childcare expenses.”
[This is the timeline separator]The carriage arrived at the train station after a full day’s journey.
Nigel stretched her stiff limbs a few times before stepping into the station.
Unlike Tilyn, where everything moved slowly, here everything was fast—the pace of people walking, the tone of their speech, and the ever-changing information on the electronic boards.
When Nigel asked station attendants how to reach Platform 9, they all just waved their hands vaguely with blank expressions.
‘Where the heck is Platform 9?’
She felt as if she’d circled the entire station at least five times already.
“Um… You seem troubled, Lady. Can I help you?”
A young man with an affable smile suddenly approached, and Nigel instinctively shook her head and quickly refused.
Given her ragged appearance, anyone addressing her as “Lady” with that grin and overly friendly demeanor was almost certainly a scammer—nine out of ten, anyway.
By the time Nigel had walked around the station a full ten times—
“Hmm… Looks like we’re on the same train! Just follow me, and we’ll get there together!”
Someone rested their chin on Nigel’s shoulder.
Startled, Nigel turned to see a young man with gentle features and light brown topknot hair smiling warmly.
“Hi! I’m Allen! And you?”
“…Nigel.”
Caught off guard by Allen’s natural ease, Nigel unconsciously took the hand he offered.
“Nice to meet you, Nigel. That’s a cool name.”
Allen enthusiastically shook her hand up and down.
“Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, we’re friends, right? So let’s head to Platform 9 together! Come on, let’s go!!”
“Wait…!”
Allen casually slung his arm over Nigel’s shoulders and dragged her along before she could protest.
Moments later, Platform 9 finally came into view.
It had hidden itself completely when she was searching alone, yet now it stood plainly in sight—truly baffling.
On the platform, a red-bodied train with black trim let out a loud whistle and billowed steam.
Nigel was about to board when she noticed Allen standing with a serious frown, chin resting thoughtfully in his hand.
Still, thanks to him, she’d arrived safely—she could afford to hear him out for a moment.
“Hmm… I thought about riding second class with you, Nigel… but, honestly, second class seems way too uncomfortable!”
…What the hell?
The silver train ticket in Nigel’s coat pocket crumpled mercilessly.
Unfazed, Allen kept right on talking.
“Well… since we’ve met by fate, how about you take my seat instead? I really want to get closer to you!”
Now that Nigel looked closely, Allen’s fine clothing and smooth, uncalloused hands clearly marked him as a rich noble’s son.
“No.”
“Huh? What?”
“I said no.”
Despite Nigel’s firm refusal, Allen’s expression didn’t falter for a second; he cheerfully latched onto her again.
“Oh, come on, Nigel, don’t be like that!”
Thus began a long tug-of-war as Allen clung stubbornly to Nigel.
She said no, she was fine, she even told him to get lost—but he kept latching back on, like talking to a wall.
An expensive, wallpaper-covered wall.
As the train’s departure time drew near, they still hadn’t reached a conclusion.
Then Allen suddenly held out his hand.
“How about this?”
“What.”
Nigel replied curtly.
“I’ll personally walk you to your seat—and carry your luggage for you too, while I’m at it!”
Allen flexed his arm, though it remained perfectly smooth, without even the hint of a muscle.
‘A pampered rich kid offering to carry things—how reliable could he possibly be?’
Nigel snorted inwardly.
“And to be fair, you should take a look at my seat too before deciding where to sit. How’s that sound?”
Surprisingly, it wasn’t a bad idea.
Visiting his seat once would end this tiresome argument—and it felt like she’d come out ahead in the deal.
“…Fine.”
It was the first time since speaking to Allen that Nigel had uttered an affirmative sentence.
“I’ll do that.”
Allen’s face lit up instantly.
“That’s the spirit!”
He grabbed Nigel’s hand and pumped it up and down energetically.
His grip was light—similar to the orphanage children’s—and for some reason, it didn’t bother her.
“Alright, then I’ll carry your luggage now.”
Nigel handed Allen the handle of her square suitcase.
“Ugh! How did you carry something this heavy? What’s even in here?”
The proud Allen bent over with a groan just one second later.
“If it’s too heavy, just give it back.”
“N-no! I said I’d do it, so I’ll do it.”
“Suit yourself.”
Nigel boarded the train, leaving Allen struggling behind her.
“…Can’t you ask me just one more time?”
Allen pleaded with a pitiful voice.
“You only get one chance.”
“That’s harsh, Nigel.”
“Life’s a battlefield—no one gets special treatment.”
“Haa—mm.”
Just then, Allen yawned widely.
“Oh, sorry. What did you just say?”
“…Never mind.”
“Aww, don’t be like that—tell me, okay?”
“No, it wasn’t important anyway.”
Not to a rich noble’s son like you, at least.
“Hmm… but now I’m curious.”
Allen chewed his lip.
“If you’re really that curious, I’ll tell you—but only if we part ways right here. Sounds fair, doesn’t it?”
“Nigel, where did you say your seat was again?”
Ignoring Nigel completely, Allen mustered every ounce of strength he had, barely hoisting the luggage, and staggered onto the train.
Nigel gave a dry chuckle and followed him aboard.
Just then—
“Excuse me….”
Someone called out to Nigel, stopping her in her tracks.
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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The praise for Nigel is growing at the academy; let’s see how this highly talented girl fares there and develops a good relationship with Noah.
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