“Mmm… Scattered waves, come crashing…”
Merche opened her eyes at the soft humming sound.
She saw her mother’s gently swaying cheeks and slender chin as she nodded and sang.
She was completely absorbed in the song, unaware that her daughter lying on her lap had awoken.
“Wrapping the waves in blue and white cloth, hmm…”
“Mom?”
Her mother, who had been humming, abruptly closed her mouth.
She met Merche’s round eyes and quickly conveyed a voice filled with surprise and apology.
“Oh my. Mel, did I wake you with my noise?”
Merche nuzzled her face against her mother’s lap, whining slightly.
The sleepiness she had not yet fully shaken off made her eyelids heavy.
“Mmm, no… I always like hearing Mom’s singing.”
“Really? I’m glad to hear that. Still, I’m sorry for waking you, Mel.”
Her mother reached out and gently stroked from her forehead to the crown of her head.
Thanks to this, Merche’s golden sand-colored hair swayed and fluttered even on a day without a breath of wind.
“But Mom, what song is that?”
“Ah, this song. Well, this is… Mom’s favorite song of the sea.”
“Song of the sea?”
“Yes. The place where Nilam and Nisha are said to sleep. It’s a song about that primordial sea.”
Her mother’s voice, which started as a whisper, continued for a long time.
True to her nature as someone who loved the sea more than anyone, it was a story full of nothing but praise for the sea.
Merche barely managed to keep her sleepy eyes open and endure the overwhelming explanation.
After listening for quite some time, her mother suddenly stopped talking and looked at Merche. Puzzled, Merche also met her gaze.
After a moment of silence, her mother’s soft voice continued.
“Mel. I met you as a gift from the sea.”
Though there were no words difficult for a child to understand, it wasn’t easy to interpret the meaning.
Merche tilted her head quizzically.
“What does that mean?”
Before an answer came, a warm touch enveloped her small body.
A whisper dispersed into the child’s tiny ear.
“You’re a child who came from the sea. Don’t forget that.”
My beloved daughter, born with a special and great destiny.
“…Ah.”
It was a dream. Merche slowly raised her body.
Then, feeling something catch, she glanced down gently.
It was a man’s arm.
An arm surprisingly warm and firm, and seemingly twice as thick as her own.
Rude, frowning even in his sleep, had somehow fallen asleep beside Merche and was embracing her as if hugging a pillow.
Seeing the hand boldly wrapped around her waist as if it belonged there, she was at a loss for words.
“Oh my. Are you awake?”
The doctor, who had been preparing medicine in a corner of the room, broke her reverie.
Only then did Merche gently push away Rude’s arm and place her feet on the floor.
Glancing at the window, she saw it was already late night outside, well past the time she should have left.
With a soft sigh, Merche crossed the room, muffling her footsteps. Her steps paused once beside the doctor.
“If you need any medicinal herbs or supplies in the future, feel free to ask for anything.”
“Yes, yes, I was planning to do so even without you saying.”
“And one more thing.”
Leaving the puzzled doctor behind, Merche turned to look at the sleeping Rude.
“I would like you to treat the patient’s eyes as well.”
Eyes? Treat his eyes? The doctor shrugged, unable to understand.
As far as he could see, there was nothing wrong with the eyes of that large and fierce man.
“Is there a problem with his eyes?”
“He cannot see. It doesn’t seem like he’s completely blind, but if left as is, he might become so before long.”
“That… Ah, no. But even if he really can’t see, wouldn’t rare medicines be needed to treat that?”
“I have the medicine. There should be no shortage in variety or quantity, so focus only on the progress of treatment. If the situation is not good, you may use it all up.”
To speak like that meant the number of medicines she possessed was enormous.
The doctor, feeling reassured, nodded vigorously and then casually asked again to confirm.
“Can I really use all the medicine you have? I know it’s extremely expensive.”
Medicine to treat blindness is worth whatever price is asked. In other words, it’s jaw-droppingly expensive.
It would be troublesome if he used such medicine lavishly and was later told to pay for it.
Getting confirmation in advance would put his mind at ease.
“…It’s fine. They’re of no use to me if I keep them.”
Merche, who had read the doctor’s mind perfectly, also simply affirmed.
Although she couldn’t erase the bitterness that seeped into the end of her words.
“However, keep the eye treatment a secret. It’s better if the person concerned doesn’t know about it.”
Merche quietly looked at the sleeping Rude.
The face that desperately tried not to let his gaze waver whenever he spoke to her.
Sometimes, it’s better to pretend not to know about certain wounds.
In any case, it was now time to forcibly erase the overflowing thoughts and leave.
To Lupinus Castle, a place that still seemed to be her place. A place that might soon no longer be hers.
“You’re still terrible.”
A harsh evaluation fell from Genovefa Lupinus, who wore a kind smile.
A pack of wolves, lined up so densely that it was difficult to count their numbers.
Befitting the master of Lupinus who ruled all these wolves, he scrutinized Merche sharply with piercing eyes.
“How can you be the next master of Lupinus like this? A head of Lupinus whom the wolves don’t follow. It would be quite an embarrassment.”
After lightly patting Merche’s pale shoulder a couple of times, he turned around.
He didn’t say a word or make any particular gesture.
Yet when Genovefa casually raised a finger, the prostrate pack of wolves stood up at once.
Not even a sound like ‘grr’ was heard.
“Try again. There must not be even one that doesn’t lie down.”
When Genovefa’s order falls, it must be followed. Refusal is something that cannot exist.
Merche, barely managing to keep her trembling steps from shaking, once again stood before the pack of wolves.
“…Lie down.”
Please. Please just this once. Just once.
She commanded desperately, reciting it countless times over and over. But there was no miracle.
Only about twenty, or a number hovering around that, a minority of wolves lay down while watching for cues.
Even that was not because they received the power of domination, but merely because they were favorable to Merche and followed along, such a miserable result was revealed.
After a chilling silence, Genovefa turned to look at her.
“It seems you need more effort. Don’t you think?”
It was something she had foreseen from the moment she failed to dominate the pack of wolves.
The dark red liquid rippling before her eyes, the unidentified lumps that occasionally brushed across it, that goblet containing all those things.
But the strong instinctive revulsion that overcame her couldn’t be suppressed even with willpower.
Merche took the goblet, struggling to keep her breathing steady.
“What kind of family is Lupinus?”
“One of only six meritorious families in the Kingdom of Ipero, and a family with the power to dominate wolves.”
“Who are you?”
“Merche Ashtad. Candidate for the successor of the Lupinus family head.”
Genovefa, who had been strolling nonchalantly through the suffocating black space, stopped right in front of her.
His next question followed immediately, without giving time to breathe.
“How is the power passed on and inherited?”
“It is passed on only to blood relatives with mixed blood.”
“Yes. And your mother is my sister. You are my niece, my blood, and the only young Lupinus bloodline existing in this world.”
Genovefa’s hand grasped her pale chin and lifted it.
Something too eerie to be eyes looking at one’s only niece and blood relative poured over Merche’s face.
“My son was born dead in the womb, and my partner cannot bear children. So unfortunately, you are the only remaining successor of Lupinus.”
The hand holding her chin gradually applied more force.
Although the pain grew to an unbearable level, Merche endured silently without letting out a single groan.
“You must become the master of Lupinus. It’s only you. …And yet here we have a half-wit who can’t even dominate a single wolf. What shall we do about this?”
“…I’m sorry.”
“No. That’s not enough. There are things that can’t be resolved with mere apologies, Merche.”
He, who had shaken his head gently as if teaching a child, stared quietly at the goblet he had placed in Merche’s hand.
No. What he was looking at was the bizarre liquid inside.
Even as he had filled it with blood taken from his father’s corpse as if it were wine, Genovefa showed not an ounce of guilt.
As the power is passed through blood, drinking the blood of the great family head would also pass on his power.
His father was the great head of Lupinus. A proud Lupinus who had even stronger domination than him.
Preserving such a father’s corpse to prevent decay was probably the best thing Genovefa had done in his lifetime.
“Merche.”
Rolling Merche’s name on his tongue, Genovefa swallowed a sigh.
It’s an utterly lamentable thing. That such a collateral line… that such a failure who doesn’t even know how to dominate wolves must inherit the family.
“Swallow it.”
That’s why he must go to such lengths. Genovefa commanded sternly.
And he watched without missing a single moment as Merche took her father’s blood into her mouth and swallowed it.
“…Urp.”
Merche finally suppressed the rising feeling of nausea.
She must endure. She must swallow this… With that one thought, she brainwashed herself and finally gulped it all down.
Although it was said not to have decayed, no matter how it was, it was still blood that had been in the body of someone already dead.
After swallowing it, cold sweat would break out all over her body, and a slowly gnawing pain would envelop all her senses.
Merche, with a pale complexion, slowly knelt down as if it were a natural sequence.
Also as if it were a natural sequence, Genovefa opened his mouth.
“Can you become a master befitting Lupinus?”
“…Yes. I will do so.”
“Swear it.”
It was an oath that Genovefa himself had taught her on the first day she entered Lupinus Castle.
Merche eloquently recited the oath that was now so ingrained in her mind that it might flow out unconsciously.
“I swear only in truth, Merche Ashtad will obey before the name of Lupinus with her life.”
You’ve endured well again today. Thank goodness. That was the only thought nestled in the empty, soulless oath.
The beautiful blue eyes, as if an entire sea had been transplanted, were covered by dark shadows.
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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