Estelle, sitting opposite him, looked like she might cry at any touch, intently staring out of the window.
Then, Arcadia spoke.
“Duke, may I speak out of turn?”
“……You may.”
“Medea, what a shrew! She’s always been manipulative and low.”
Shrew.
A Southern slang, disdainfully referring to someone who deceives and mocks others with vulgar behavior.
Arcadia comforted Estelle with a face full of indignation.
“It’s okay! You’re lucky to have escaped from such a shrew! You’re in the North now, not the South!”
At that, Estelle burst into a small laugh.
Her small lips burst into laughter, like flowers blooming.
‘It’s good…’
Velpast thought unwittingly.
“I appreciate it, Arcadia. I’m fine, I’ll be strong.”
“Good, good.”
“Suddenly, I feel so much better. Heh heh.”
Velpast thought to himself.
I should have said that.
But he doubted he could have spoken as sharply as Arcadia.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, the Duke spoke to his closest friend and adjutant, Arcadia.
“Sir Nougente, meet discreetly with Count Jardine, the Minister of Finance. I want to see him at my residence soon.”
“Understood, Your Highness.”
Arcadia, known as Nougente, responded seriously.
That night, unable to sleep, Sion Velpast stepped out into the corridor.
Perhaps a walk, as always, would make this sleepless night pass a bit quicker.
He descended the long stairs and headed towards the garden bathed in moonlight.
As he walked, Duke Velpast spotted Estelle sitting by his favorite fountain.
He hesitated.
Estelle, draped in a light shawl over her sky-blue blouse, seemed oblivious to his presence, gazing up at the moon hanging high in the sky.
The garden’s bellflowers, bathed in moonlight, reflected the light emanating from her, creating a mesmerizing scene.
Sion slowly approached her. Realizing his presence, Estelle quickly stood up, a hint of panic on her face.
“Your Highness.”
“Can’t sleep?”
He asked calmly.
“Yes. Are you out for a walk, Your Highness?”
“Yes.”
‘Does she feel awkward around me?’
She looked down at her feet, then elsewhere, as if contemplating whether to stay or go.
Duke Sion Velpast unexpectedly found himself asking a question.
“Would you walk with me?”
He was surprised at his own words, but she looked at him.
“……May I?”
“……Of course. If you can’t sleep either.”
“……Thank you.”
Duke Velpast started walking first, and she began to follow him.
‘We are walking together in the garden.’
An unexpected turn of events this night.
Sion slowed his pace so subtly Estelle wouldn’t notice, gradually narrowing the distance between them.
Her steps were quiet and serene, unlike when she wielded a sword.
Soon, she was walking beside him, then slightly ahead. He had slowed down his pace on purpose.
He found it more comfortable to watch her from behind.
A gentle breeze stirred up by her walking carried a faint scent of wildflowers.
‘Is that her scent?’
Sion, surprised at his own desire to focus on the fragrance, cleared his throat and asked a question he had always intended to ask.
“Estelle, do you have no memories of your childhood?”
“Yes. I have no memories before the age of five. I have knowledge, but my memories seem to have vanished. I didn’t even remember my name or who I was.”
“……I see. So, you don’t remember who your parents are either?”
That was the question he really wanted to ask.
Suddenly, she paused, then looked off into the distance, as if she was somewhere else.
After a moment, she spoke slowly.
“……Yes.”
“……I see.”
Duke Sion Velpast gazed into her sky-blue eyes.
Silver hair resembling the Emperor. Sky-blue eyes reminiscent of the late Crown Princess he had seen only once as a child. And the resemblance she bore to…
His thoughts drifted back into his memories.
“Your Highness?”
Estelle looked at him, her gaze seemingly asking for a response. Caught by that gaze, Sion turned away.
“It’s nothing. The moon is just bright tonight.”
Hearing that, Estelle looked up at the distant sky. However, it seemed like she was gazing far beyond the moon.
Looking at her profile, Sion thought to himself.
Estelle, your eyes always seem to be looking into the distance.
You reappeared before me, a shadow of your former self.
Somehow, without realizing, I keep following you with my eyes, a fluttering white butterfly.
I find myself admiring you, yet again.
It’s amusing, to a degree I can’t understand myself.
You don’t have memories of a past life…
A white butterfly. Isn’t it laughable, coming from me?
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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