How to Turn a Kind Savior into an Emperor (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
“She’s acting a bit strange, I’m telling you.”
Ines hushed her footsteps as she heard her mother’s words. She knew for certain that the “strange child” her mother referred to was herself.
“She’s come of age now, so she’s probably just calmed down a little.”
“That’s not it at all.”
“She’s simply reached the age to mature. At Ines’s age, you were already a mother yourself. You worry too much.”
“That’s right, Father.”
Ines answered in her mother’s stead, her voice tinged with amusement, and the two fell silent as if by mutual agreement.
“I’m exactly the same as always.”
“Same? Look at her now, dear. The old Ines would’ve rolled her eyes and asked why we were talking about her behind her back.”
“Mother, I’m twenty now.”
Ines stopped the servant who tried to pull out her chair and seated herself.
“Even if it is her twentieth birthday, it’s still odd for her to suddenly change like this…”
But her mother couldn’t continue. Her father cleared his throat, cutting her off.
After returning home, Ines tried her best to act exactly as she always had. But it was useless. Even if the twelve years she’d lived had made her seem like an ordinary woman, she wouldn’t have shown such a noticeable difference that her mother could detect.
The original Ines wasn’t exactly wild, but she was the typical beloved only daughter of a viscount’s household.
She never tormented people recklessly, but she constantly teetered between childishness and charm.
Seeing her mother’s face still clouded with worry over her, Ines deliberately placed her elbows on the dining table and rested her chin on her hands. Her mother gasped in horror and scolded her.
“Oh my, just look at you! Who taught you such table manners?”
“Oh? Sorry, Mother.”
Though scolding her, her mother seemed slightly reassured. Her father, too, glanced casually at Ines and lifted his teacup to hide his lips—clearly suppressing a small smile.
“Ines.”
Her father called her name when the meal was halfway through. Instead of answering, she turned her gaze to meet his eyes, and he smiled kindly.
“A marriage proposal has come in.”
Ah, Ines recalled a memory she’d nearly forgotten.
On the morning of her birthday, her father had informed her that a marriage proposal had arrived from a viscount’s family in Lusonia.
Her father had been extremely cautious in his manner. Back then, the immature Ines had been lost in foolish love and paid no attention to her father’s expression. When she remained silent, her mother stepped in to help him.
“Ines, it’s a truly excellent family. You know the Lord of Lusonia, right? They’re the family that assists the earl alongside your father.”
There were several reasons why Viscount Andrew Swenden served the Lord of Lusonia rather than his own domain, Landhill.
The Swenden estate was currently adjacent to Lusonia, and before the domain boundaries changed, the Swenden family had belonged to Lusonia.
Heavy rains years ago had washed away many roads, and during the reconstruction of the domain, the boundaries were redrawn for convenience into their current form.
However, Lusonia, lacking enough viscount families relative to its size, had continued to request the Swendens’ assistance in serving the lord’s household.
“When should I meet him?”
“Don’t just flatly refuse right away, alright? I mean…”
“A proposal came in, so of course I have to meet him.”
Her father had no idea, but Ines’s mother knew she often met a man named Joseph—and that she always blushed whenever she saw that commoner knight.
Surprised into silence, her mother couldn’t reply, so her father continued.
“Damian Viscount’s son was originally supposed to visit our estate this week, but it seems that’s become difficult.”
“Why?”
“A new lord is coming to Landhill soon.”
“Oh…”
Ines gave a distracted reply to her mother’s response, which had come instead of her father’s words. Then, suddenly, she realized something.
“So the master of Landhill is changing? For what reason?”
Though puzzled that his daughter, who normally paid no attention to her surroundings, was now interested in domain affairs, her father kindly added an explanation.
“The current lord’s health has greatly deteriorated, making it impossible for him to manage the domain any longer. As you know, he has no son capable of inheriting the estate.”
Though the Swenden viscount family served the Lord of Lusonia, they were ultimately people of Landhill. Naturally, viscount families would be busy during a change of lordship.
“Then… might the new lord be…?”
“Carson von Raymond—the Emperor’s eighth prince.”
At that moment, Ines tightly closed her eyes and repeatedly clenched and unclenched her fists, trying to gather her fragmented, scattered memories.
Prisoner number 3790, known more as the madwoman of Romphield than by her name, Lena.
Why were her words surfacing now?
The person Lena cursed without fail every single day had clearly been the Lord of Lusonia. Thus, Ines had naturally assumed the target of those curses was Carson von Raymond, whom she’d met. Yet now she heard he was coming not as Lord of Lusonia, but as Lord of Landhill.
〈You’ll die anyway, you’ll die too, you know that? I killed royalty. I killed royalty.〉
Lena’s words, chanted like a spell as she rubbed her red hair ribbon over and over, buzzed loudly in Ines’s ears.
According to rumors she’d picked up, Lena’s charge had been involuntary manslaughter of royalty.
Then, who exactly was the royal she’d supposedly killed?
〈That lord who deserves to be torn apart… he said he’d just do as he was told… He definitely promised to save Jason, yet this bastard… Jason, Jason…〉
Lena’s voice, always muttering while rocking her body, seemed to echo right beside her, and Ines clenched her teeth tightly.
Had the past changed? But since returning to the past, Ines hadn’t done anything that could alter events. Moreover, she didn’t precisely know when Carson von Raymond was supposed to become lord of Lusonia instead of Landhill.
The headlines of magazines and newspapers on Jemern’s desk—seen each time she was dragged into his office—were the sum total of what she knew about world affairs.
“…Nes… Ines?”
Lost in thought, Ines hadn’t even properly heard her father calling her name.
“Yes?”
“What are you pondering so deeply about? Your food’s getting cold.”
“Oh, sorry. My head suddenly started hurting.”
She forced a smile, but her heart remained uneasy, like trying to build a sandcastle that wouldn’t hold together.
“When will the new lord arrive at the domain?”
“In three days.”
“Three days…”
The Ines of that time had been indifferent even to news of a new lord. To her, whose entire world revolved around Joseph, the story of the eighth prince was merely someone else’s affair.
Back then, as soon as the marriage proposal came up in conversation with her father, Ines had stormed off in irritation—so of course she never heard the news about the changing lordship.
That day, Ines received a proposal, and a few days later, upon learning of it, her father practically confined her to the estate.
After barely managing to marry, she became the wife of a commoner and couldn’t enter high society—so it was no wonder she’d heard the lord had changed but couldn’t recall exactly who he was.
“But he won’t go directly to Landhill right away.”
“Then where…?”
Her father carefully continued, watching Ines’s expression.
“There’s a princess in Lusonia—the new lord’s younger sister. He’s going there to escort her.”
So the new master of Landhill would stop by Lusonia before coming here. Naturally, her father—who also assisted the Lusonia domain—would be doubly busy.
“That’s why Damian Viscount’s son can’t come here.”
“Yes.”
In three days, he’ll be in Lusonia.
Ines briefly held her breath. She’d met Carson, so to speak, twelve years from now. Perhaps in this life, she wouldn’t get the chance to meet him at all.
He was the one who’d saved Ines—the woman unforgivable even in death—and the only person who’d cared for her safety.
In a world filled only with contempt and malice toward her, he was the first to extend a hand with genuine kindness—the savior who’d rescued her.
At the thought of seeing him again, Ines’s heart began to race.
Yet she felt as if she’d forgotten something vitally important—something she absolutely couldn’t afford to miss. She simply bit her lower lip anxiously, caught between fear and joy.
Even after returning to her room, Ines couldn’t sit still and paced restlessly.
She recalled the day she was released from prison—the day she’d met Carson. Ines, sentenced to thirty years in Romphield, had been freed thanks to a special amnesty coinciding with the new emperor’s ascension.
The massive prison gates, which had seemed never meant to open, swung wide, and Ines was pushed out into the world.
With a loud clang, the gate slammed shut behind her, and simultaneously, blindingly bright sunlight struck her first.
She raised her hands to cover her face entirely and paused, catching her breath as she waited to adjust to the light.
Unable to open her eyes properly, she began walking aimlessly, yet couldn’t muster the courage to step forward into the world.
When she emerged from the rough forest path onto a properly maintained, wide sidewalk, she had no choice but to stop. In the distance, people strolled leisurely through the marketplace.
But Ines knew what cruelty lay hidden behind those seemingly warm, ordinary faces.
〈Die. Just die!〉
〈Rotten food’s too good for the likes of her—filthy bitch.〉
〈Look at that two-faced face—ate her husband alive and’s now sleeping with some other scoundrel.〉
As guards dragged her to court, people hurled whatever they could grab at her.
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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