Mother-in-Law Refuses to Regress! (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 29
It was customary for nobles’ first meetings to begin with a light tea party. Of course, this was etiquette Guinevere didn’t know—Siod had told her.
So she did host a tea party, but Guinevere was unfamiliar with high society’s manners. After all, she had already risen to a position where even the Emperor had no choice but to overlook her transgressions, making such formalities unnecessary.
Naturally, she had only ever attended such events—not hosted one—and this was her first time being the sole focus of everyone’s attention while they sat motionless. Just as she was inwardly flustered—
Siod whispered in her ear.
“Offer tea.”
Mechanically, Guinevere lifted her teacup and awkwardly said,
“Please take some.”
Everyone immediately sighed in relief and raised their own teacups. Guinevere felt unbearably awkward.
‘Why on earth am I going through this nonsense?’
Just as her resolve—to do anything for the children—was crumbling into dust along with her composure,
“Thank you for inviting us, Duke Rodante. I am Elise Dymore, Juliana’s mother.”
A gentle-faced woman spoke with a soft smile. Hearing the name, Guinevere immediately recalled the sharp-eyed girl who had dared to outshine Larisa… no, not yet outshone her.
“Madame Dymore. Thank you for coming.”
Guinevere forced a smile. Her distorted expression startled Madame Dymore, who began sweating coldly—but Guinevere had truly done her best.
“Yes, yes.”
Though her family had fallen from grace, Madame Dymore had always tried to uphold noble pride; yet in an instant, all her resolve vanished. Just as Guinevere kept staring at her, wondering if the conversation would continue,
“Ahem, um… I’m Katrina, Cecil’s mother. I run a dressmaking shop in the capital.”
As Katrina drew Guinevere’s gaze away, Madame Dymore whispered quietly,
“Thank you, Katrina.”
After that, the other ladies, who had been watching carefully, began introducing themselves one by one. Siod, observing the bizarre turn of events, decided to stay quiet for now.
Normally, in noble tea parties, the host memorized every guest’s background and assigned seating accordingly. Seeing that Guinevere clearly didn’t know this, Siod had planned to take on that role himself.
His original intention was for Guinevere to lead the conversation casually, with him quietly assisting whenever she didn’t know someone or the discussion stalled…
‘But they’re volunteering their full names and titles on their own.’
Each time a lady introduced herself, Guinevere simply nodded. Before long, Guinevere appeared relaxed, seemingly enjoying the tea’s fragrance, while the ladies remained tense, waiting for their turn.
‘Could it be because they aren’t proper nobles? But everyone here is clearly gentry.’
Most of them clearly knew tea party etiquette—after all, commoners struggling to survive had no time to teach their children such things. Yet they all seemed excessively cowed.
‘I worried for nothing.’
In fact, it was Siod himself who had underestimated the Rodante name. Then again, Guinevere was a transcendent being, appearing perhaps once in a millennium—even someone like Siod, who had lived among humans for so long, couldn’t predict how people would react to her.
‘They’re like mice before a dragon.’
This might even backfire. If the parents became overly strict with their children out of fear, and the kids ended up being afraid of Larisa, that would be problematic. Siod began worrying quietly about the children’s parlor.
‘I wonder what these mothers told their kids before coming here.’
They’d probably already warned them not to make any mistakes around Larisa. While Siod was lost in thought, everyone had finished their introductions—and silence fell again.
All eyes, tense and expectant, were fixed on Guinevere. Siod also watched, curious what she’d say next—until he suddenly noticed her tea hadn’t decreased at all.
‘Could she be nervous?’
Her expressionless face had hidden it. Siod quickly stepped in.
“Oh, I nearly forgot to introduce myself. I’m Siod. I’m humbly serving as Miss Larisa’s private tutor.”
As Siod spoke with a bright smile, the guests began awkwardly mimicking his expression.
“I’m also quite nervous—this is my first time at such a gathering. Ha ha ha. Madame Dymore must be quite familiar with tea parties, though?”
“Oh, yes. But I never expected to receive an invitation from someone like Duke Rodante.”
“When I was first asked to become a tutor, I was utterly astonished. Ha ha ha.”
With conversation now flowing, the guests openly exhaled in relief. Guinevere quietly sipped her tea as she watched them.
She’d never been to a tea party before. At balls, she only drank; at banquets, she only ate. Thus, she had no idea what else to do at a tea party besides drink tea.
“Lady Guinevere worries so much about Larisa. Did the children happen to mention Miss Larisa?”
“My Juliana told me a lovely new friend had joined. And indeed, she seemed truly charming just now.”
“It would be wonderful if they became close.”
“Yes, it would.”
Ha ha ha.
Ho ho ho.
Guinevere silently drank her tea. Doing nothing kept bringing distracting thoughts to mind.
William’s time regression magic hadn’t felt orthodox at all. It was far too intricately entangled to be an instinctive, unconscious manifestation—it seemed every magical rune served as a trigger for a chain reaction invoking other spells.
Ordinary mages wouldn’t construct formulas that way, as it wasted magical energy. Yet William had done exactly that—likely because he couldn’t control his own power. Perhaps, then, a completely different interpretive approach was needed.
Yes. A method unlike any ordinary mage’s…
“Lady Guinevere?”
“What?”
“Shall we move to the parlor where the children are?”
“Oh.”
Guinevere absentmindedly took Siod’s hand. As he escorted her toward the parlor, the other ladies trailed behind like maidservants. Guinevere whispered softly,
“Is a tea party always like this?”
“No.”
“Then did I ruin it?”
“It doesn’t seem ruined… but I’m not sure.”
Guinevere bit her lip. Had staying silent—afraid any words would spoil the mood—been a mistake? Why was this so difficult?
Upon reaching the parlor where the children gathered, piano music drifted out. Juliana was playing. Sensing their presence, the children turned toward the door one by one.
“Mama!”
Spotting their mothers, the children called out and ran to bury themselves in their skirts. The mothers affectionately checked on their little ones.
“Were you playing nicely?”
“Yes.”
Watching this scene, Guinevere turned her gaze to Larisa. She awkwardly opened her arms, but Larisa didn’t seem to notice. Guinevere subtly straightened her posture.
“Mother, Juliana played the piano for us.”
“I see.”
“Yes.”
“What else did you play?”
“Juliana kept playing the piano. It was wonderful.”
“I see.”
It seemed Juliana had given a solo recital throughout the entire tea time. Guinevere paused, watching Larisa force a bright smile, then made a decision.
“Come here.”
“Yes?”
Guinevere lifted Larisa effortlessly into her arms.
She didn’t know noble etiquette or how high society mingled—but her wish for Larisa’s happiness was utterly sincere.
If Larisa was happy even without friends, that would be fine—but Guinevere had already witnessed William’s lonely ending three times over.
Hadn’t she sworn to do her absolute best?
‘I don’t know how to show affection properly, but…’
Holding Larisa, Guinevere approached Madame Dymore—and knelt on one knee. Madame Dymore startled and stepped back, but Guinevere’s action was simply to meet Juliana’s eyes.
“Thank you for playing the piano.”
“Yes?”
“Auntie doesn’t know how to play.”
“Yes?”
At the word “auntie,” Madame Dymore gasped sharply.
“So would you come visit sometimes and teach our Larisa too?”
As Juliana hesitated, Madame Dymore gently urged,
“Yes, you must.”
“Yes.”
Juliana gave a small reply and quickly hid behind her mother’s skirt.
“Thank you.”
Guinevere then turned to another child.
“You must be Cecil?”
“Yes? Y-yes…”
“Come play again next time.”
“Yes…”
Guinevere greeted each child individually. Then, still holding Larisa, she escorted everyone all the way to the mansion’s front door. Siod watched her with a strange expression.
The children and mothers leaving the estate now looked far more relaxed than when they’d arrived.
As Madame Dymore rode home in her carriage, she suddenly smiled and said to Katrina, who sat beside her,
“It was a rather ordinary mansion, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, a beautiful one.”
“And she doesn’t seem as frightening as the rumors claimed.”
“Indeed. I was so nervous… She didn’t say a word the whole tea time, yet spoke to every child—that surprised me.”
“Perhaps she’s warm-hearted beneath that intimidating exterior.”
Madame Dymore suddenly burst into laughter.
“She even called herself ‘auntie’! Goodness, with that youthful face!”
“Really? That just proves a mother is a mother.”
“All mothers share the same heart, don’t they?”
“Of course.”
Siod, who had eavesdropped via magic, chuckled.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
“Nothing. You did well today.”
“What did I do?”
“Just… everything, from start to finish.”
Guinevere frowned.
“Are you mocking me now?”
“No? I’m serious.”
“Alright, Lara. You go inside first.”
Guinevere set Larisa down.
“Yes, Mother!”
Larisa scampered into the mansion, and Guinevere glared at Siod.
“I know I was a mess. You probably thought I looked pathetic…”
“No, Vera. Really. I just used magic to eavesdrop—and their reactions were good.”
“Eavesdropped?”
Guinevere stared at him as if he were something bizarre.
“You do that?”
“Well, it’s a bit advanced, but not hard for me. Why tell you?”
“Never mind. You’re such a creep.”
Siod was wounded.
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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