I Regret The Kindness I Gave You (20 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 4
Could the medicine that cured his addiction also have healed his distant, failing eyes?
Lud resolved to confront the change he could no longer deny.
Strange, wasn’t it? That wheezing old man had clearly said the medicine was meant only to purge the drug that had tamed his body.
Then what exactly was this—his vision growing steadily clearer, just as the red blotches on his skin faded away?
It had long surpassed the point where he could dismiss it as mere illusion.
Oddly enough, the clearing of his foggy, mist-laden sight stirred not joy but the opposite emotion entirely.
That woman—the elegant noblewoman who’d bought him for an absurd sum and locked him away here.
She’d known all along that he was going blind.
The thought was infuriatingly, unbearably irritating—more than that, in fact. He felt so foul he wanted to smash someone’s face in.
“Well now, it’s time for your medicine. Don’t just lie there—sit up for a moment, would you?”
Just then, as his mood soured further, the wheezing quack showed up.
Lud, who’d been covering his eyes with one arm as if pressing them shut, shook his head to dispel the lingering drowsiness.
Ah, damn that sleeping draught.
“What am I supposed to do? I’d love to leap right up, but someone keeps drugging me like a beast. My body grows heavier by the day.”
“Er—ahem! A strong young man like yourself won’t suffer any harm from that dosage! Trust me!”
Perhaps feeling a pang of conscience, the elderly physician hastily defended himself.
Of course, his half-hearted excuse only worsened Lud’s mood further.
Who the hell decides whether my body is harmed or not? I’m the one who owns this body!
“If you’re going to treat me like this, just put a leash on me and handle me like a real dog. Why pretend to treat me like a person when you clearly think I’m just a raving mad beast underneath?”
He muttered darkly with a smile that dripped menace, instantly causing the doctor to wilt, his shoulders trembling pitifully.
In truth, from the very first day, the old physician and his few servants had been terrified of Lud—especially since that day, when cheap medicine triggered severe withdrawal symptoms, prompting Lud to throw a violent, troublesome tantrum.
“Come now, calm down! You have to stop that medicine anyway—this won’t solve anything!”
“…Ah, right. How very kind of you.”
First, he hurled every object within sight.
So great was his unnatural strength that he even managed to half-demolish his bed and throw it, forcing him to receive treatment for a while in a different, hastily arranged room.
Still, he’d retained enough sense to choose the most fragile items to throw.
The real problem came a few hours later, when even that last thread of reason snapped.
Deprived of all rationality, Lud began harming himself, unable to endure the unbearable itching and pain that felt as if insects were devouring his flesh. His strength was so immense that, in trying to restrain him, the servants were left with dark bruises like badges of honor.
The medicine had to be stopped, yet treatment was essential.
Cornered at the edge of a cliff, the physician and his servants quickly made a decision:
They’d put this unmanageable patient to sleep and treat him while he was unconscious.
Fortunately, the sleeping draught worked as hoped, and the slumbering Lud was as docile as a fawn.
“A dog… no, that wouldn’t be quite right. More like a bear—that fits better. Anyway, given his beastly strength, it was truly the only choice I had. I hope you understand.”
The physician, Gerald, couldn’t even bring himself to meet Lud’s eyes, glancing aside as he confessed his thoughts.
I must be mad. No matter how good the money was, I shouldn’t have taken on such a cursed patient.
It was a mistake from the start to accept a commission from that obviously highborn noblewoman.
I should’ve realized something was off—the exorbitant payment itself should’ve tipped me off that she was hiding some dangerous, unstable patient.
Blinded by greed, I’d walked straight into hell myself.
“The sleeping draught I give you is made from the finest herbs—it won’t harm your body even if taken in excess. I swear it’s true! …And honestly, it’s better for you to stay asleep. Otherwise, you’ll suffer so much pain you’ll hurt yourself again, just like last time.”
“……”
After delivering his strained explanation with all his might, Gerald cautiously glanced at the man lying on the bed.
Lud’s fox-like, horizontally elongated eyes, with pupils sharp as embroidery thread, scrutinized Gerald’s face as if calculating and weighing something.
After a long silence, the man—who radiated an unsettling mix of lewdness and danger—slowly sat up.
“Assuming what you just said is true, I have one more question.”
“W-what would you like to know?”
“My eyes.”
Gulp—Gerald swallowed hard. Lud instantly read the flicker of agitation in the physician’s pale, trembling face.
Seeing the obvious truth laid bare, Lud let out a mocking laugh.
So it’s just me. Only me who didn’t know.
“Explain to me—why did you go ahead and treat my eyes without even asking the owner of those eyes? It’s not some surprise gift. I’m dying to know your real motive for this so-called ‘surprise treatment.’”
Now the elderly doctor seemed to have forgotten how to breathe altogether.
Seeing him look as if he were about to collapse into his coffin for an eternal sleep, Lud snapped his fingers with a sharp “Click!”, jolting the physician’s nearly departed soul back into his body.
Gerald, now resembling a prisoner under interrogation rather than a doctor, stammered in a voice as shaky as a goat’s:
“S-she… she ordered me to keep it a secret.”
“……She. Right. That damned noblewoman. Just who the hell is she?”
“Eh? Uh…”
Lud ignored Gerald’s reflexive honorific and pressed on.
“You keep saying ‘she, she’—who is she? Is she royal? So damn exalted that she can shove the patient’s consent into the trash and treat me however she pleases?”
“Well… um. Not royal, exactly, but she does seem rather highborn…”
The physician’s thoughtless rambling only deflated Lud further.
Letting out a low curse, Lud took a deep, chest-heaving breath and accepted the trembling cup of medicine and water from Gerald’s shaking hands.
“Fine. Just keep drugging me with sleeping draught from now on. As the wise doctor himself said, sleeping is better than staying awake.”
The moment the medicine was swallowed, the ashen-faced physician vanished like a ghost.
As if to comfort him in his solitude, waves of melancholy and nervous exhaustion soon washed over him.
Lud let his body go limp, lying corpse-like as he stared up at the white ceiling.
Amusingly enough, a vague, shapeless hallucination surfaced—of that woman.
“Of course, I know it’ll be difficult. But please try. It’s your own body you’re harming, after all.”
What a ridiculous woman.
Who ever asked for that kind of pitying charity? What did it matter to her if he destroyed or ruined his own body?
Why did she have to scatter him apart like this, against his will?
“……So you knew from the start I was a blind bastard, didn’t you.”
Thinking back, it made sense.
If treatment hadn’t begun the very day she’d thrown him into this unknown manor, there was no way his condition would’ve improved this quickly.
She’d known all along—he was a blind bastard.
Now one nagging mystery finally made sense.
One reason she’d gone to such lengths to buy him at great expense:
It was pity. Pity, compassion, or some foolish, condescending sympathy for a blind bastard.
The realization made him feel filthier than before—so filthy he felt submerged in sewage, and wished only to gulp down more sleeping draught and fall asleep.
A mere gladiator slave, worthy of pity. Nothing more—just a pitiful, lowly slave.
That was who he was. Lud shut his eyes irritably.
[This is the timeline separator]“Shakar. Just a little slower.”
Her hair whipped so violently in the wind it threatened to fly right off her head.
When Merche stroked the wolf’s soft ash-gray fur and whispered gently, the beast carrying her gradually slowed her pace.
This wolf, Shakar, was the fourth daughter of Nikke—the female alpha of the Lupinus Wolf Legion.
Like her mother Nikke, Shakar boasted a massive frame and sharp fangs, and was among the few wolves who genuinely trusted Merche.
Without Shakar, surviving in this desolate Wolfhold would have been nearly impossible.
Especially on days like today, when she often rode Shakar galloping across the vast plains, did she feel her constricted breath finally ease, if only slightly.
Merche smiled faintly, her cheeks flushed red from the wind.
“Krrrgh.”
She realized something was wrong the moment she heard Shakar’s short, distressed whine.
Shakar immediately turned and raced back toward the training grounds within the fortress.
There, the maid Karin stood with veins bulging in her neck, frantically calling for Merche.
“…Ah! Where have you been, my lady!”
“Karin?”
“You must hurry to the main keep! Master Komeo has collapsed!”
Komeo—a title for the consort of the family head.
The Komeo of the Lupinus household was Elizabeth Lupinus, wife of Genovefa and mistress of this estate.
A sudden thought struck Merche, and she urgently asked:
“What’s today’s date?”
“Huh? Um… October 15th, my lady.”
October 15th.
Every year on this day, Elizabeth suffered either severe neurosis or, like today, fainted outright.
It was a date Merche always made sure to remember and prepare for—yet her recent absentmindedness offered no excuse for this oversight.
Straightening her disheveled clothes and hair, Merche walked resolutely toward the main keep.
Fortunately, by the time she arrived at Komeo’s chamber, Elizabeth had already regained consciousness.
After dismissing the maid who’d been tenderly wiping her cold sweat, Elizabeth beckoned Merche closer with a glance.
“Judging by your lateness, you’ve been off cavorting with that wolf again.”
“I’m sorry. I fell short.”
“Don’t you ever tire of saying that? Eight out of ten words I hear from you are just that apology.”
Leaning weakly against the antique wooden headboard, Elizabeth’s round, doll-like features bore an expression colder than her soft features suggested.
“If only my son hadn’t died in my womb twenty-two years ago today… then that grown boy would be standing where you are now.”
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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