Love You, Love You Not (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 079

The journey from Conwell to Lindkoem was too arduous for a heavily pregnant woman.

Though not far in distance, there was no direct railway, requiring a route that first went through Corbe before reaching the train station. Casar had wanted to accompany her, but ultimately gave up due to his physician’s objections.

Moreover, she was now departing almost as if driven out by the Duchess, and there was certainly no gentleman available to escort Scathach. Traveling by carriage instead of a vehicle, it took a full half-day just to reach Corbe.

Fortunately, thanks to Mahā being remarkably well-behaved, the rest of the trip to Lindkoem by train was swift.

Lugaid had insisted on explaining the situation to His Imperial Majesty and suggested giving birth within the Imperial Palace, but giving birth alone somewhere he wasn’t felt strangely frightening—especially now, after being expelled by the Duchess.

No matter how advanced medicine had become, countless women still lost their lives during childbirth. Even if he couldn’t enter the delivery room himself… she needed the motivation of knowing her husband—and Mahā’s father—was waiting right outside the door.

Because only then would she feel a stronger desire to live—alongside the firm belief that the man who had saved her life so many times before would surely hold onto her once more.

Even if it seemed overly greedy to insist on coming to Lindkoem, where Casar was, to give birth, she couldn’t help it. He, too, surely never imagined Scathach would be driven out before he could return to Conwell.

Lindkoem, which she hadn’t visited in a long while, was now at the peak of its beauty, brimming with the deep charm of late autumn.

Through the carriage window alongside the Lineva River, rows of trees dyed crimson and gold swept past at regular intervals. The sight of fallen leaves gathering along the streets into little thickets felt both familiar and strangely new.

Vividly, she recalled the memory of leaving Lindkoem in late summer, when the heat had just begun to wane.

Back then, resentful toward Casar, she had boarded the train, vowing again and again never to give her heart to any man again….

Now, thinking about how she’d fallen in love with that same man once more and was returning to Lindkoem carrying his child filled her with wonder—and happiness.

Scathach had already pushed away all gloomy thoughts about the Duchess or Plidas, and a gentle smile now graced her lips. It was truly something to be grateful for—how recalling the man named Casar had transformed from sorrow into joy.

—Whoa— whoa—!

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