In This Life, I'll Assist You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
The white-cloaked assassin who vanished like a butterfly after each murder.
I was the killer known as the White Butterfly.
I killed whomever Lahert commanded.
What I had done was merely take a few lives, yet those vanished souls became a great storm that toppled the North.
The Grand Duke of the North, stripped of his power, was branded a traitor by Grand Duke Lahert’s silver tongue and met a wretched end.
That was how it all began—six years ago today, the very day I would turn twenty in a month.
I had succeeded in the trial, and the Black Worm judged that I had grown strong enough to kill Arcadia Nugent.
Because I had performed well in that trial,
Even if this were merely the lingering regret within my soul, I never wished to be forced again into the fate of killing someone else.
“The day after tomorrow, Grand Duke Zion Belfast of the North arrives in Lahert. You, who will soon become Lahert’s dog—and moreover, the young lady’s trusted confidant—surely aren’t ignorant of this?”
The Black Worm’s voice was colder than the midwinter north wind.
Blood trickled down my cheek. That searing sensation froze instantly against my skin in the biting wind.
Yes, such vivid memories.
Truthfully, I never wanted to kill anyone.
Shhhk—
Without warning, the Black Worm’s sword slashed toward me once more, as if he cared not whether it cleaved me in two.
I dodged his blade just enough to avoid death, feigning clumsy stumbles and panicked flailing.
He tilted his head in confusion.
“What’s this? Were your earlier movements mere coincidence?”
Even within this memory alone, I wished to act differently than I had then. I did not want to be chosen to kill the Grand Duke of the North’s confidant.
After threatening me several more times with his killing intent, the Worm finally sheathed his sword, seemingly weary of my evasions.
“With such a mindset, you couldn’t kill even a single soldier of the Northern Knights, let alone the Grand Duke himself.”
“My skills are still insufficient.”
I glared at him. He scoffed.
“Merely evading my blade has already proven your worth, Worm.”
“!”
“But if you so dread being deployed into battle, then any deployment will surely end in failure. Return to your quarters and await your judgment.”
His words meant I would not be sent.
I found myself absurdly relieved by that statement.
After all, I was already dead—and this past unfolding before me now was surely nothing more than a dying man’s final dream.
[This is the timeline separator]Beneath the main fortress of the Grand Ducal House.
Before the door of that old, cramped chamber—the very place I had left after transforming from caterpillar to butterfly—lay a single piece of dried, twisted bread.
My usual ration.
Swallowing bitterness, I opened the door, entered, and lay upon the bed. I closed my eyes.
If only I could fall asleep again—perhaps this returned hell would finally end.
Just then, dignified footsteps echoed beyond the door. Sharp, high heels tapped rhythmically, unwavering in their pace as they approached my room. I knew instantly from the sound alone.
Medea Lahert.
Every hair on my body stood on end the moment I recognized her. My lungs, pierced by her hand just hours earlier, remembered their agony and gasped anew for breath. Instinctively, I suppressed my quickening respiration.
[In truth, you are the Emperor’s true granddaughter.]That revelation, which had weighed upon me since I opened my eyes, pierced my heart once more. Before me flickered the image of Lucella’s blade, turned golden.
Her steps halted before my door.
“Who dared serve such food to my Bella?”
Her rebuke, sharp as an icicle, was the voice she used only when genuinely enraged.
“How many times must I say it before you properly care for this girl? The person in this room is my friend before she is my subordinate.”
Her voice, filled with earnest authority, brimmed with hurt.
Ah.
Once, that voice had been my sole comfort in life. Her words were the lifeline that kept me from drowning in loneliness and despair.
Yet the woman beyond this door had killed me—even knowing I was the Emperor’s only blood kin.
She had even claimed my blood as her own, deceiving the Emperor into believing she was his true granddaughter rather than an adopted one.
Medea’s anger did not abate.
“Is Bella back? Has Bella returned?”
“Yes. She arrived just a moment ago—no, she has graced us with her presence.”
The door creaked open. Again came the click of heels.
Simultaneously with her entrance, the scent of violet jasmine—a fragrance found only in springtime forests—filled the chamber. It was her favorite perfume, crafted exclusively for her by the Empire’s finest perfumer.
Though her familiar scent sent chills down my spine, I clenched my teeth and feigned sleep. Controlling my breath and heartbeat was effortless for a former Sword Master like me.
I stilled my breathing, as if lost in deep slumber.
“She sleeps peacefully.”
Medea murmured softly. Her long, graceful fingers gently brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen over my distorted cheek.
I wanted nothing more than to open my eyes right then and ask her why she had done it. But I did not. I feared that opening my eyes would end this dream.
Then I would drift into endless slumber without uncovering a single truth.
“She sleeps deeply.”
“I’m sorry, my lady. I shall bring better food at once.”
It was the new maid I had seen earlier before heading to the training grounds. Yet Medea’s voice grew colder.
“Is this your first time here?”
“Huh? Oh—yes. My apologies.”
“You may intend to bring better food, but doing so might lead me to kill you.”
“What?”
To the flustered girl, Medea gave a faint smile.
“Apparently, your handover briefing was inadequate. You must never feed this child good food. Ask your predecessor if you don’t understand—but wait. Didn’t your predecessor die? Ah, yes. I saw that pitiful, sympathetic look on her face toward this monster.”
“…”
“Now then—shall you discard this twisted bread and fetch new food? What will you do?”
“…”
The maid dropped to her knees.
“Please spare me, my lady.”
“What nonsense. I asked what you will do.”
“I won’t bring it.”
“Then what will you tell this child when she wakes?”
“J-just tell me your orders.”
“How foolish.”
Medea let out a low sigh.
“You’re utterly incompetent. You must have become maids solely to torment me.”
“Shall I simply say you came, worried for her, and then departed?”
“…Now you finally understand. Never grow close to this child. I alone must be the one near her, the one who treats her kindly. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes!”
“If you’re ever unsure, always ask me next time. I’ll explain kindly—just don’t make mistakes. I despise them.”
“Of course. I’ll hold your words close to my heart.”
Only then did Medea leave. The door clicked shut.
I quietly opened my eyes.
This is your true face.
For a long while, I couldn’t rise from the bed.
My first memory in life was Medea’s face. I was five years old then.
I awoke upon a bed in a room dazzlingly ornate. A pale, doll-like girl gazed down at me.
By the time consciousness returned, half my face was already twisted beyond recognition. And I held no memories from before the age of five.
To a newborn beast, the first being to show kindness becomes its entire world. Unaware of that being’s malice, I lived my life as its loyal dog.
I pressed my palms firmly against my eyes. Yet no tears came—only a hollow, wordless groan escaped my throat.
Why must I learn the truth only now—
After carrying out countless atrocities on Lahert’s behalf?
[This is the timeline separator]That night, once I confirmed darkness had fallen, I rose from my bed.
I infiltrated Medea’s bedroom.
Her quarters occupied the entire floor directly beneath the highest level of the main fortress. Her bedroom lay at the very center of that floor, within an inner chamber overlooking the vast Lea Forest.
I sought something.
This unbreakable dream now felt like the gods’ final mercy—and so I had to move.
My mother’s dagger.
The sole keepsake of the mother slain by Grand Duke Lahert.
They must have killed her shortly before bringing me to this estate. That dagger had been in their possession ever since.
I was certain my mother’s belonging would not be hidden in the capital residence’s secret chamber, but here—within the main fortress of the Lahert domain.
Because Medea always kept anything important or secret close to herself—never far from me.
The forest at night, devoid of people, brimmed with towering trees that nearly touched the sky. I climbed one, stepping onto the windowsill of the floor where Medea stayed.
A locked window was nothing to an assassin. I slipped inside, then glided like the wind through the corridor, avoiding even the shadows of others, until I entered the inner chamber.
As I’d sensed, beside Medea’s bed sat a jewel box within a crimson-jade drawer, triple-locked.
The dagger lay inside.
In that pitch-black room, only I and the moonlight streaming through the window remained.
I stared blankly at the blade. In the moonlight, it was identical to the one I had seen just before death.
A short dagger, about three spans long, faintly tinged with green. The blue mineral forming its hilt shimmered mystically like the Milky Way under moonlight.
Something hot stirred within my chest.
My mother’s keepsake.
The Saintess who bewitched the Crown Prince and brought ruin to the Empire. The Crown Prince who abandoned the Empire for a naive love and fled northward. Both ultimately perished together in a great fire. And their vanished daughter.
That was the whole tale I knew—the story of how the Delphast Imperial bloodline came to an end. That Saintess was my mother.
‘Medea—you coated my mother’s dagger with poison and killed me.’
Before stabbing me with Lucella, she had used this very dagger to cut my cheek. The poison must have entered my body then.
Blinding white rage clouded my vision.
At that moment, someone entered the inner chamber—the sound of the door opening unmistakable. I quickly returned the jewel box with the dagger to its place and slipped out the window, standing atop the sill to watch inside.
It was Medea and Grand Duke Lahert.
“That arrogant brat—being the son of a traitor, he ought to enter humbly, yet dares ask for a victory ceremony.”
A husky, deep voice—Grand Duke Lahert.
“Still, he’s not entirely foolish, is he? Perhaps he now understands he deserves reward for the deeds I’ve accomplished.”
It was Medea.
“Hah! Reward? That victory was mine alone—he merely benefited from the army I summoned for him.”
They were speaking of Zion Belfast, the Grand Duke of the North.
I immediately grasped their conversation. In life, the barbarians dwelling just below the Empire’s southern border had long tormented the realm.
They’d sneak across the frontier, plundering the South’s produce, torching its vast granaries, and slaughtering its people.
At that time, the Empire suffered a terrible famine. The barbarians crossed the border once more, killing starving citizens and looting enormous stockpiles of grain.
Yet Grand Duke Lahert of the South, who should have protected his people, shifted the blame onto the North.
He claimed the Northern Grand Duke took vast military funds under the pretense of defending the Empire, leaving the South defenseless—and yet the North merely watched the South’s suffering.
Superficially plausible, this was in truth nothing but cowardly evasion. The majority of the enormous taxes collected went not to the North, but to the central government and the South.
Moreover, Grand Duke Lahert secretly used embezzled taxes to build a private army—an act unknown even to the Emperor.
Yet the Southern Grand Duke blamed the North for the South’s own lawlessness—and the foolish Emperor believed him.
Halta le Chak.
An ancient term meaning “serpent’s tongue”—the alias for Grand Duke Lahert.
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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They are deeply concerned and confused and hurt from the past….they just can’t overcome their fear from the past…it is deeply rooted…it will take time…in the mean time they are hurting each other…and Arcadia is also feeling twisted inside…what are all they can do…
This chapters sentences were really weird to read so maybe someone should proofread to verify. It was a lot of broken up words to complete a sentence. like they were talking on a radio.
why did we switch into caller her a he again. Does anyone Proofread. I love the novel but I really wish that you guys would pay better attention. I paid for this novel, I expect it to atleast be done correctly