Marriage with the Younger Brother of the Man Who Betrayed Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
The Captain, who had grabbed me, then examined my head by turning it this way and that with rather rough hands.
“No sign of any impact. You don’t seem feverish either. I was worried you’d hit your head or caught a fever and started rambling nonsense.”
“…….”
“Are you really alright, lad? Why aren’t you acting arrogantly like usual and instead thanking me?”
“……Was I really that arrogant before? I’m sorry for that as well.”
Apparently, my 25-year-old self had been even more of a nuisance than I remembered.
Suddenly, I felt guilty toward the Captain and his subordinates.
In the meantime, the Captain let out a sigh.
“Anyway, get some rest. We have to close the fourth rift in the Count’s domain in five days. If you interfere again then, I won’t let you off.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Upon hearing my reply, the Captain opened his mouth as if to say something more but ultimately just sighed again.
He then left the tent right away, and Karl also followed him out, clearing the space.
Only after they left could I finally take out a mirror and inspect my face.
“…….”
The woman with silver hair and violet eyes reflected in the mirror was unmistakably me.
It was my face.
Yet she looked far younger than I had at age thirty, when I’d died after drinking poison.
This confirmed it—I had indeed returned to the past.
But why?
At the moment of my death, I hadn’t done anything special.
I’d never even prayed to the gods to send me back.
So it couldn’t have been the gods granting my wish……
Just then, something suddenly came to mind.
My mother’s keepsake.
Now that I thought about it, I’d felt a strange power emanating from that keepsake.
Could it have been because of that?
I hastily felt around my neck to find the necklace.
Thankfully, it was still hanging neatly around my neck.
Right now, it felt like nothing at all, but I distinctly remembered sensing a peculiar energy radiating from it just before I died.
Had this truly been the reason I’d been returned to the past?
If so—if that really was the case—then I had a responsibility.
I owed it to my mother to make this new life she’d given me far more successful than before.
“…….”
Silently, I clenched the necklace tightly in my hand.
Then I offered a prayer toward the heavens, where my mother surely resided.
My kindhearted mother.
The mother who, even after passing away, granted her foolish daughter another chance.
I vowed in prayer to live a second life more honorable and brilliant than the first, as repayment for her love.
[This is the timeline separator]Perhaps because of the sudden ordeal, I couldn’t fall into a deep sleep.
I tossed and turned on the uncomfortable bed, and just when I finally drifted off, I had a strange dream.
In the dream, absurdly enough, I was the Empress.
Ernant said to me, his wife and Empress, “You’re delightfully dim-witted—just the right amount, not bothersome at all.”
Naturally offended, I immediately opened my mouth to rebuke him.
But just then, the palace wall shattered, and inexplicably, the Captain burst through.
The Captain then shouted at me, “Yulia! What are you doing? Hurry up and slay the monster!”
“The monster?”
“The one right beside you!”
Startled, I looked at Ernant sitting next to me.
For some reason, he had turned into a humanoid monster.
After all, wasn’t that how dreams usually unfolded—without logic or coherence?
As the dreamer, I didn’t even question why Ernant had suddenly become a monster; I simply drew my weapon.
A familiar sword in my hand.
With it, I pierced the heart of the monster that had once been Ernant.
Thud—
The sound was vivid for a dream, and sensing clearly that I’d pierced its heart, I withdrew the blade.
Crimson blood splattered everywhere.
Still dazed, drenched in blood and unable to dodge, I was suddenly praised by the Captain, who had silently approached my side.
“You’ve done it. Now that my brother is dead, I am Emperor.”
“Huh?”
That absurd dream ended right there.
The moment I stupidly responded with “Huh?” I jolted awake.
“…….”
Even after waking, I remained immersed in the dream’s lingering traces for a while.
What could that dream have meant?
Was it just nonsense?
Anyway, the idea that the ruler of the Empire turns into a monster—and that I become Empress…
I could only pray desperately that it wasn’t a prophetic vision.
“…….”
At that thought, I decided to stop my pointless pondering and get back to sleep.
Though I’d woken early because of the dream, it was still dark outside.
I forced my eyes shut and pulled the blanket over myself, trying to fall asleep again—but soon had to get up once more.
“It’s cold…….”
Something was wrong with my body.
A bone-deep chill and shivering muscles.
I was showing clear signs of feverish chills.
Then I finally remembered.
After nearly dying in the third rift, I’d come down with a severe case of chills.
Back then, I’d suffered nonstop for nearly a week, and as a result, when attacking the fourth rift, I’d staggered around so badly that I’d damaged my lungs.
Recalling this, I grimaced and immediately sat up from the cot.
Ordinary fever medicine wouldn’t help; I needed to either drink a potion or get Karl to heal me.
Potions were special elixirs that could easily cure illnesses when applied to wounds or swallowed.
With one, I’d recover from these chills in no time.
However, potions were quite expensive given their effectiveness, and before my regression, I’d foolishly stuck only to cheap fever medicine, unwilling to waste precious potions.
Karl possessed healing abilities—if I’d just asked for his help back then, I might have fared better. But I hadn’t, out of sheer embarrassment.
I’d gone into the rift alone and made a pathetic spectacle of myself; I couldn’t bear to reveal I’d also gotten injured.
Back then, I’d wanted to seem strong in front of both Karl and the Captain. It was pointless pride.
But now, I had none of those thoughts.
This chill stemmed from a monster’s frost attack—ordinary fever medicine wouldn’t cure it.
First, I needed to find a potion.
With that thought, I painfully dragged my weak body up and rummaged through my bag inside the tent.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have a single potion.
Should I borrow one from someone else?
Since I needed to nip this illness in the bud before it worsened, I ought to hurry and borrow one quickly.
I staggered out of the tent, intending to borrow a potion from Karl.
But in the end, I never reached Karl.
I ran into an unexpected person outside the tent.
“Where are you going, staggering around like that?”
It was Captain Martin.
For some reason, the Captain had been loitering outside and now approached me with those words.
Before I could even take a few shaky steps toward him, he was already standing right in front of me.
He swiftly grabbed my arm and steadied me.
“Didn’t I clearly tell you to rest, since you’re sick?”
“I have a fever. I think I need to drink a potion.”
“A fever…? Hmm… You seemed fine earlier, but now you’re drenched in cold sweat.”
The Captain reached his hand toward my forehead.
While I kept my eyes closed, he checked my temperature and muttered in a slightly serious tone.
“……You’re burning up.”
“A potion should cure it. Karl probably has three or four bottles—he always carries plenty. If he’s out, I’ll ask him to use his healing ability instead.”
“So you were on your way to see Karl at this hour?”
“Yes. With your permission, I’d like to continue on my way.”
I had no intention of picking a fight with the Captain.
I just wanted to borrow the potion quickly, so I tried to cut the conversation short.
But perhaps because of my characteristically stiff tone?
The Captain, hearing my words, furrowed his usually straight brows slightly.
“Going into a tent full of men at dawn looking like that doesn’t seem like a good idea.”
“What’s wrong with how I look?”
“…….”
The Captain paused for a long while, as if searching for the right words, then finally blurted out,
“It’s inappropriate. Your clothes are too thin—and soaked with sweat.”
“Oh… Right, it’s not exactly the weather for thin clothing.”
“That’s not what I meant… Never mind. Anyway, if you need a potion, come with me. I’ll give you one.”
Surprised by his unexpected offer, I hesitated briefly.
Five years from now, maybe—but wasn’t the Captain currently supposed to dislike me?
Yet here he was, readily offering me an expensive potion.
Though puzzled, I saw no reason to refuse a gift.
Besides, if I didn’t drink the potion soon, I’d collapse right where I stood.
I immediately followed the Captain and soon arrived at his large tent.
Seeing the inside of his tent after so long, my impression was this:
It’s cozier than I expected.
Given how stern and cold he usually seemed, I’d assumed his tent would be bare—no furniture, just cold wind howling through.
Contrary to my expectation, his tent was quite cozy and warm.
I sat quietly in a chair and waited as he fetched a potion and handed it to me.
I accepted it and bowed my head politely.
“Thank you for lending me the potion. I’ll repay you later.”
“You worry too much about repaying things. Just drink it already.”
Following his gentle urging, I opened the potion bottle.
Inside the small vial—about half the size of my palm—was red liquid… the potion.
I poured about half of the healing elixir into my mouth.
He had been sitting nearby, silently watching me, and now his eyes narrowed slightly as he asked,
“You’d be better off drinking it all.”
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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Yulia is exceptionally intelligent and always finds creative solutions to difficult problems.
Took you so long!! I suspected him when he sneek up on you at the river and finally confirmed my suspicion of him since the Ball!!