“Do you know them?”
“It’s the surname of the woman to whom King Hermanon bestowed the title of princess.”
“Really?”
Kichep’s expression instantly turned disgusted.
“What shameless people! I’ll throw it out right now!”
“Leave it. The king is probably watching.”
Reluctantly, Kichep glanced at the gift.
“I’ll leave you to rest. Good night.”
The room soon returned to silence.
Giovanni didn’t lie down. Instead, he slowly closed and then opened his eyes.
‘I can’t sleep.’
He wasn’t particularly prone to sleep much, but the bed was too soft, not supporting his back and waist comfortably.
How do these kingdom people sleep comfortably on such beds?
He eventually gave up on sleeping and got up.
Lighting a candle, Giovanni walked over to where the sofa was.
Glug.
Drinking another glass of wine seemed to relax his taut nerves.
Thump.
He put down the glass and turned around, his indifferent gaze falling on the pile of gifts Kichep had left. The sight slightly furrowed his brow.
He didn’t intend to open them and was about to return to bed when…
Halt.
He stopped in his tracks.
What caught his eye were the numerous gift boxes.
Tsk.
A faint sound. Imperceptible to a common person, but his trained ears caught it.
Giovanni’s eyebrows shot up.
‘An assassin?’
It wasn’t unexpected.
He had anticipated an assassination attempt once out of the empire, where many eyes watched.
‘Has Lord Rakki joined hands with the Lorenst family?’
It was too early to conclude.
‘If it were Lord Rakki, he would have used a blackout.’
But a blackout assassin wouldn’t make such a foolish mistake as making noise while hiding.
The more he thought, the more questions arose.
‘Let’s find out.’
Swoosh.
He drew his sword from the wall and pointed it at the boxes.
“Come out.”
Giovanni waited for the assassin to jump out.
Desert assassins were infamous for their bizarre and deadly tactics, often causing victims to lose their sight with sudden bursts of poison powder. Giovanni was prepared to counter the assassin’s tricks and strike back.
After a moment, he sensed a movement inside the box. It was too clumsy for an assassin.
Though it was a bit unsettling, this was an intruder after all. Merely hiding secretly was proof enough of malevolent intentions.
Just as he was about to strike with his beloved sword,
“How did you know?”
The voice halted him.
It was clear and high-pitched, far from the rough tone typical of assassins.
‘A woman?’
Giovanni frowned, pausing his sword.
Click.
The lid of the box opened, and a head popped out. Giovanni was momentarily speechless at the absurdity of it.
The woman blinked, her eyes rolling. It took him a moment to realize she was looking at the sword in his hand.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“…”
“If that’s the case, could you reconsider?”
The ‘assassin’ was rising out of the box.
Giovanni’s eyes widened.
Her skin was pale and translucent, unlike the bronze hues of the desert. She wore a gossamer, almost see-through dress, revealing her curved figure. Her hair was a light brown, close to golden, a rarity in the desert. Her eyes were the color of water, uncommon in the desert.
The woman who emerged from the box resembled a nymph often spoken of in oasis legends rather than a human being.
However, the vitality she exuded was unmistakably human, snapping Giovanni back to reality.
She was a person.
Frozen for a moment, captivated, he was surprised by his own distraction. He had never lost focus over anything or anyone before.
A surge of wariness overtook his fleeting curiosity.
If she had been an assassin, his momentary trance would have been a perfect opportunity.
Giovanni stepped back, maintaining a stoic expression.
“Who are you?”
‘No, this isn’t what I intended.’
How did it come to this? She felt utterly helpless, with no one to plead to, no time to explain.
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the man standing before her. She was paralyzed.
The ominous presence of the blade, shining faintly in the dark, seemed ready to spill her blood at any moment.
Her heart pounded like a drum.
Cold sweat formed on her forehead, vividly feeling it.
Swoosh!
The sound of the blade, like the guillotine’s descent, followed by darkness.
Her head felt like it would split open, her stomach churned.
That was her death.
‘Since then, I’ve detested blades.’
“Who are you?”
The blade pointed at her demanded an answer.
Everything went black.
She never wanted her first encounter with the prince to be like this.
The Villainous Demon Lord Laid an Egg for Her (Female-Dominated)
Several months after transmigrating into a book, Yu Wu found herself facing the demon lord Li You, who could no longer conceal his dragon horns. With one hand on her aching waist and the other gripping a sharp sword, she stared at him.
The demon lord’s eyes were red with fury:
“This is all your doing! Today, I won’t rest until I kill you!”
Yu Wu rubbed her temples. Putting aside the taboo against bloodshed during pregnancy, wasn’t it this very man who willingly walked into her trap that day?!
Warnings:
- Male pregnancy.
- Height ratios are set to mirror typical male-female height proportions.
- Characters include a foot-loving demon lord and an eldest daughter from an immortal family’s concubine lineage.
