I Regret The Kindness I Gave You (20 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 3
“Hmm… O scattered waves, surge forth…”
Merche opened her eyes at the gentle humming sound.
She saw her mother’s fluttering cheek and delicate jawline as she nodded along, singing.
Unaware that her daughter resting on her lap had awakened, she remained utterly absorbed in her song.
“Wrapped in blue and white cloth with rippling waves, hmmm…”
“Mother?”
Her mother, who had been humming softly, abruptly fell silent.
Meeting Merche’s wide eyes, she quickly spoke in a voice brimming with surprise and apology.
“Oh my! Oh dear, Mel—did my noise wake you?”
Merche rubbed her face against her mother’s lap like a fussy child.
Sleepiness, not yet fully dispelled, weighed heavily on her eyelids.
“Mmm… No… I always love hearing you sing, Mother.”
“Really? That’s a relief. Still, I’m sorry for waking you, Mel.”
Her mother reached out and gently stroked from Merche’s forehead all the way to the crown of her head.
Even on a windless day, Merche’s golden-brown hair fluttered softly as if stirred by a breeze.
“But Mother… what song is that?”
“Oh, this one? Well… it’s my favorite song of the sea.”
“The sea’s song?”
“Yes. It’s a song about the primordial sea—the place where gods Nilam and Nisha slumber.”
Her mother’s whisper-like words continued for a long while.
True to her nature—someone who loved the sea more than anyone—her tale overflowed with praise for the sea alone.
Merche strained her drowsy eyes wide open, determinedly enduring the heavy explanation.
After listening for quite some time, her mother suddenly stopped speaking and looked straight at Merche. Puzzled, Merche met her gaze.
After a brief silence, her mother’s soft voice resumed.
“Mel… I met you as a gift from the sea.”
Though none of the words were difficult for a child to understand, their meaning was far from clear.
Merche tilted her head in confusion.
“What does that mean?”
Before answering, her mother wrapped her small body in a warm embrace.
A whisper spilled gently into the child’s tiny ear.
“You are a child from the sea. Never forget that.”
My beloved daughter, born with a fate both special and grand.
“…Ah.”
It was only a dream. Merche slowly sat up.
Something caught against her chin, and she glanced down curiously.
It was a man’s arm.
Incredibly warm and solid—seemingly twice as thick as her own.
Lud, still frowning even in sleep, had somehow ended up beside her and now held her as tightly as one would a pillow.
Seeing his arm confidently wrapped around her waist as if claiming ownership, she found herself at a loss for words.
“Oh! You’re awake?”
The physician, who had been preparing medicine in the corner of the room, broke her reverie.
Only then did Merche carefully push Lud’s arm away without hurting him and placed her feet on the floor.
A quick glance out the window confirmed it was already deep into the night—long past the time she should have left.
With a faint sigh, Merche crossed the room, muffling her footsteps. She paused briefly beside the physician.
“If you need anything—medicinal ingredients or supplies—feel free to ask for anything at all.”
“Yes, yes! I was planning to anyway, even without your kind offer.”
“And one more thing.”
Leaving the puzzled physician behind, Merche turned to look at the sleeping Lud.
“Please treat his eyes as well.”
His eyes? Treat his eyes? The physician shrugged, baffled.
To him, the large, fearsome man’s eyes showed no sign of any problem whatsoever.
“What’s wrong with his eyes?”
“He can’t see properly. It’s not that he’s blind yet—but if left as is, he soon might be.”
“I see… Ah, but even if he truly can’t see, treating that would require extremely rare medicine, wouldn’t it?”
“I have the medicine. The quantity and variety won’t be an issue—just focus on progressing the treatment. Use it all if necessary.”
Her words implied she possessed an enormous stockpile of medicine.
Reassured, the physician nodded vigorously, then hesitantly asked once more to confirm.
“Are you truly certain I can use all of it? I… I know it’s incredibly expensive.”
Medicine to cure blindness was priceless—in other words, outrageously costly.
If he used it recklessly like water, only to be asked for repayment later, he’d be in serious trouble.
He needed her clear assurance to set his mind at ease.
“…It’s fine. Those things are of no use to me anyway.”
Reading his concerns perfectly, Merche gave him a simple, definitive answer—
though she couldn’t entirely conceal the bitterness that lingered in her tone.
“Just keep the eye treatment a secret. It’s better if he doesn’t know about it himself.”
Merche quietly gazed at the sleeping Lud.
That face that always tried so desperately, every time he spoke to her, to avoid letting his gaze stray.
Sometimes, pretending not to notice a wound was the kindest thing one could do.
In any case, it was time to leave—forcibly pushing aside the thoughts threatening to overflow.
Toward Lupinus Castle, a place that still seemed like hers for now—though perhaps not for much longer.
[This is the timeline separator]“You’re still utterly hopeless.”
A harsh judgment fell from Genovefa Lupinus, whose usual expression was one of gentle kindness.
An immeasurably dense pack of wolves surrounded them.
True to his role as master of all these wolves, he fixed Merche with a piercing, steel-cold stare.
“At this rate, how can you possibly become the next master of Lupinus? A Head of the Lupinus Family whom the wolves refuse to follow—what a disgrace that would be.”
He gave Merche’s pale shoulders a couple of light pats, then turned away with a graceful spin.
He uttered no words, made no grand gesture—
yet when Genovefa casually raised a finger, the entire pack of wolves instantly rose from their prostrate positions.
Not even a faint “grr” could be heard.
“Try again. Not a single wolf must remain standing.”
When Genovefa gave an order, it had to be obeyed. Refusal was simply not an option.
Merche, struggling desperately to steady her trembling feet, stepped once more before the wolf pack.
“…Lie down.”
Please. Just this once—just once, please.
She fervently commanded, repeating the plea endlessly in her mind. But no miracle came.
Only a scant twenty or so wolves, uncertainly watching her, reluctantly lowered themselves.
Even that meager obedience wasn’t due to any power of domination—merely goodwill toward Merche—a pitiful outcome indeed.
After an eerie silence, Genovefa turned to look at her.
“It seems you need more effort. Don’t you agree?”
Failure to command the wolves had been expected from the start.
The goblet before her, filled with dark crimson liquid and shadowy, indistinct clumps—
Yet the instinctive revulsion surging within her was impossible to suppress by will alone.
Merche clutched the goblet, doing everything she could to keep her breathing steady.
“What is the Lupinus Family?”
“One of only six noble houses in the Iphero Kingdom, blessed with the power to command wolves.”
“And who are you?”
“Merche Ashtad. Candidate heir to the Head of the Lupinus Family.”
Genovefa ambled casually through the suffocating blackness and halted right before her feet.
His next question came without pause.
“How is this power passed down and inherited?”
“It is inherited only through blood relatives.”
“Correct. And your mother was my sister. Thus, you are my niece—my blood—and the sole remaining young scion of Lupinus in this world.”
Genovefa’s hand gripped her pale chin and lifted it.
The gaze he cast upon his only niece and blood relative was far too chilling to be called familial.
“My son was stillborn, and my consort could bear no children. Thus, unfortunately, you alone remain as Lupinus’s last heir.”
His grip on her chin tightened gradually.
The pain grew unbearable, yet Merche endured it silently without a single whimper.
“You must become the master of Lupinus. You are the only one. …Yet here stands a fool who cannot command even a single wolf. What shall we do about that?”
“…I’m sorry.”
“No. That won’t suffice. Some things cannot be resolved with mere apologies, Merche.”
Shaking his head gently, as if instructing a child, he stared quietly at the goblet in Merche’s hand.
No—his eyes were fixed on the grotesque liquid within.
He had drawn blood from his own father’s corpse and stored it like fine wine—yet Genovefa showed not a trace of guilt.
Power flows through blood—thus, by drinking the blood of a great house’s master, one inherits his power as well.
His father had been a magnificent Head of the Lupinus Family—a proud Lupinus who wielded even greater dominion than he.
Preserving his father’s corpse from decay was likely the finest deed Genovefa had ever done in his life.
“Merche.”
Savoring her name, Genovefa let out a sigh.
How utterly lamentable. That such a collateral branch—a failed creation who couldn’t even command wolves—must inherit the house.
“Swallow it.”
That was precisely why such extreme measures were necessary. Genovefa commanded sternly.
He watched every single movement as Merche took her father’s blood into her mouth and swallowed it.
“…Ugh.”
Merche forcibly suppressed the overwhelming urge to vomit.
She had to endure. She had to swallow it—driven solely by that conviction, she finally forced it all down her throat.
Though it hadn’t rotted, it was still blood drawn from a dead man’s body.
After swallowing, cold sweat drenched her whole body, and a creeping pain slowly enveloped all her senses.
Merche, now deathly pale, knelt slowly—as if it were the natural next step.
And, as expected, Genovefa opened his mouth once more.
“Will you become a master worthy of Lupinus?”
“…Yes. I shall.”
“Swear it.”
It was the oath Genovefa himself had taught her on her first day in Lupinus Castle.
Now etched into her mind, the vow flowed effortlessly from Merche’s lips.
“I solemnly swear, Merche Ashtad shall pledge her life in obedience before the name of Lupinus.”
She had survived another day unscathed. Thank goodness.
That was the only thought hidden within her soulless, hollow vow.
Those beautiful blue eyes—once as if an entire sea had been transplanted into them—were now shrouded beneath deep, 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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