How to Turn a Kind Savior into an Emperor (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
The Empress set down the knife she had been holding with an audible clink and lifted her half-empty wineglass. While a servant refilled her glass, she whispered something to the Emperor.
A fleeting look of displeasure crossed the Emperor’s face, but he soon smiled benevolently.
“According to the Empress, the current lord of Landhill has no son worthy of inheriting his domain.”
At the Emperor’s words, an indistinct sigh and a hollow chuckle escaped someone in the room.
It was far too small and insignificant a fief to grant to a prince who had loyally served the imperial house for so long. Granting him this domain meant Carson would become a count.
“Glory to the Kaines Empire.”
Carson bowed his head in affirmation, then straightened and met the Empress’s eyes. The Empress gave a faint smile and spoke again to the Emperor.
“Now that I think of it, Landhill lies right next to Lesonnia.”
“That is correct, Your Majesty.”
“Then you may stop by Lesonnia on your way and bring your younger sibling with you to Landhill.”
The Emperor spoke as if it were nothing of consequence, yet Carson knew reclaiming his sibling would require grueling effort and endless patience. He found it rather absurd.
After all, Louigiann von Raymond was his father’s daughter before she was his sister.
“This is truly humbling.”
His younger sibling was both the reason he had been forced to live as the palace’s loyal dog well into his adulthood within those trembling halls—and the sole reason he willingly endured it all.
Carson glanced toward his mother’s seat, which had stood empty since last month. While she was alive, his mother had been a woman far removed from greed or ambition.
She had simply been a foolish woman who lived and died for love.
Even the occasional flicker of resentment toward the Emperor that once crossed her face had vanished entirely by the end of her life. Though she had once been beautiful enough to bewitch the ruler of this mighty empire for quite some time, the mother Carson remembered was merely a sorrowful woman, visibly frail and steeped in melancholy.
His father had been serious and prudent in matters of state, but not so with women. His fiery passion never lasted longer than four seasons at most.
Thus, Carson could never trust a man’s love. He believed nothing in this world was more hollow and futile than the word “love”—especially the Emperor’s love.
“Landhill isn’t far from the capital, so you’ll still be able to attend to imperial affairs as before. What do you think?”
Carson struggled mightily to suppress the bitter laugh threatening to escape at the Emperor’s question about his opinion.
“What else could I possibly think, Your Majesty? If I can be of even slight service to this empire as a count, I shall consider myself satisfied.”
The Emperor did not know that after Carson had successfully arranged trade with the small nation of Yamanta, all authority and material profits had been handed over to the Empress’s private trading company. In exchange for his sibling’s safe return, Carson felt he had lost nothing at all.
“Very well, then. Let it be decided so.”
Carson immediately knelt on one knee to receive the decree.
As he returned to his seat, he stole another glance at his mother’s empty place.
His mother’s death had been by poisoning. Everyone in the palace knew the slow-acting toxin had gradually consumed her life over many years—but it was a truth no one was permitted to acknowledge.
And that truth served as a daily reminder of Carson’s own powerlessness.
Carson held no lingering attachment to this imperial court. He was a practical man.
All that remained for him now was to find his younger sibling, who at the tender age of five had been sent away as a hostage to a stranger’s household.
Though the official reason for entrusting the child to Count Graham’s house—the lord of Lesonnia—was their distant kinship to the Empress, Carson was not foolish enough to believe his sibling hadn’t been sent there specifically to keep him in check.
It had already been four years; the child would now be nine.
The last memory Carson had was of his sibling clutching his little finger tightly, shaking their head in refusal to leave.
From around the age of ten, Carson had been forced to protect his mother from suffocating pressures and assassination threats. When his sibling was born, his vigilance reached its peak.
Though he ultimately failed to save his mother, he vowed to protect his sibling at all costs and keep them close.
To achieve that, he had to clean up the messes left behind by his far less capable brothers and handle countless duties—as if he were the only proper imperial scion in the entire palace.
“I shall take my leave now.”
Carson rose from his seat before the meal had even concluded.
Having recognized reality early on, he had abandoned any ambition for the throne before even turning ten. Unless the princes tore each other apart in their struggles, there was absolutely no chance Carson could surpass those backed by powerful maternal clans and become Emperor.
It was probably from that moment onward that he became obsessed with amassing wealth.
Carson had observed firsthand how the Empress expanded her influence. Though he never openly investigated her affairs, involvement in palace matters inevitably revealed certain truths.
And so, he succeeded in accumulating vast wealth unknown to the Empress. Once he earned enough to purchase a small domain, his fortune began to grow on its own.
To him, money was always clear and honest. Nothing else could so firmly anchor his precarious position.
With wealth, he could protect what mattered—whatever it might be.
After that, the time he spent preparing to depart for Landhill amounted to merely three days.
“I… didn’t kill him. I would never, ever kill my husband. Please, believe me. Please.”
On the morning of her twentieth birthday, Ines awoke from bed once again haunted by the same nightmare.
Romfield—the infamous prison known as hell among hells—had left an indelible wound on her after ten years of imprisonment.
Though the weather was warm, it wasn’t hot enough to cause sweating. Yet Ines broke out in a cold sweat and hurried, as if entranced, to open the window.
Thankfully, the view before her was not the hellish Romfield but her home garden. Her heart, clenched by terror, rose involuntarily into her throat.
Everything she saw was exactly as she remembered from long ago—so much so that, had it not been for the vivid courtroom dream, she would have found it hard to believe she had truly returned to the past.
Landhill, famed for its many high mountains, saw more rain than neighboring domains. Watching the falling rain, Ines quietly reflected on the day she had been dragged away by the guard.
Until now, she had deliberately avoided recalling that time. But having returned to the past, she could no longer afford to fear events that had not yet occurred.
It had rained that day too—the day Joseph died. Early that morning, Ines had followed her husband’s path to work and headed toward the library.
Though her father had vehemently opposed her marriage, he ultimately gave his commoner son-in-law overwhelming support.
Still, she could no longer afford to own expensive books as before, and it felt somewhat embarrassing to order the two maids her father had sent to fetch books for her.
Their house wasn’t large, but the two maids were always busy managing the household. So whenever she had free time, she visited the domain’s public library to pass the hours.
Her husband was always too busy, so she always had to go out alone. Though she never grew accustomed to stepping outside without servants or a carriage, she wasn’t unhappy about it.
Aside from the difficulty of rarely seeing Joseph, she considered herself happy.
Though it was early morning, the library wasn’t empty. She exchanged a nod with a familiar woman who had just finished cleaning, then took her usual seat.
It was a corner spot, but sunlight streamed in nicely, which she liked. After reading until lunchtime, she felt unusually sluggish that day, dozed off briefly at her desk, then decided to head home and selected the books she intended to borrow.
“The Song of Lenin That Awakens Dawn,” “Our Shining Day Together”—Ines remembered every title of the books she’d meant to borrow with perfect clarity.
But no matter how long she waited, the librarian never returned to check out her books.
Ines eventually gave up waiting and stepped outside. Just as she was leaving through the main entrance, she spotted the librarian hurrying back inside.
She considered following her back in, but the steadily falling rain prompted her to quicken her steps homeward instead.
And every day since, Ines deeply regretted—over and over—that decision.
If only she had followed the librarian back into the library that day and obtained proof of borrowing those books, she would never have ended up in Romfield.
When she returned home, the guards already surrounded the entire area. Approaching her with unreadable expressions, they arrested her as if they’d been waiting.
“Miss, it’s time for your meal.”
Lost in deep thought, Ines snapped out of her reverie at the sound of Susan knocking on the door.
“Yes.”
Normally, Ines ate breakfast alone in her room. But today was her birthday, and on her birthday, the family always gathered for a shared morning meal.
When she descended to the dining room after finishing her preparations, her parents were already seated at the table, quietly chatting.
Not long ago, they had converted a sunlit parlor into their family dining space. The sight of her father seated facing the large window, with her mother beside him, was etched into her eyes.
Seeing the back of her father, Andrew Swenden, always brought a lump to Ines’s throat.
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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