Mother-in-Law Refuses to Regress! (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 4
Guinevere had left Larisa in the care of the maids and, for several days now, had been investigating traces of magic at the very spot where her son had died—or rather, where time had been turned back.
Magic flowed like water, yet it also possessed the property of being stored within substances, much like water held in a cup—thus, examining magical traces was as time-consuming as excavating fossils.
Moreover, it demanded an immense outpouring of magical power. Guinevere, having poured all her own magic over the remnants of William’s magical energy, staggered out of the room, opening the door unsteadily.
Her disciple Hedel, who had been waiting outside, leapt to his feet.
“Bring me a mana recovery potion. Right now.”
“We’ve run out. There’s nothing left in stock. Honestly, you’d recover faster by resting than waiting for more to be brewed… What in the world is that?”
Hedel gaped, eyes wide at the enormous sphere of magical energy visible behind Guinevere.
What Guinevere had materialized by pouring out her own power appeared at first glance like a gigantic, tangled ball of thread—but upon closer inspection, each filament revealed itself to be an unimaginably vast torrent of magic surging at incredible speed.
So intense was its flow that the word “flow” hardly seemed adequate.
“…Are you planning to blow up the continent?”
Hedel finally managed to collect himself enough to ask. Guinevere, leaning against the doorframe, collapsed onto the floor as if her strength had given out entirely.
“Shut up and bring me a mana recovery potion—now. You’ve got to have hoarded some for yourself.”
“What are you even trying to do with that? Please tell me you’re not actually planning to destroy the continent.”
“If I don’t recover my mana immediately, I won’t be able to control that thing—and the continent really will be blown to pieces.”
Hedel, now deathly pale, instantly teleported to his own room and returned with every last drop of mana recovery potion he possessed.
Guinevere downed all five bottles Hedel brought in one go. Hedel winced.
“Now please explain. What is that thing? What are you doing?”
“I’m reconstructing a spell.”
Hedel was baffled. Normally, spell reconstruction required ten times the original spell’s mana—but for someone like Guinevere, whose control was peerless, only about three times was necessary.
Even so, seeing the enormous sphere filling her vast laboratory made him wonder just what kind of magic had been cast originally to require so much power.
“Did you already blow up the continent by any chance?”
“…”
“It’s still intact here, so… did you blow up the opposite continent instead?”
“I didn’t blow up the continent—I blew up time.”
‘Not me. William did.’
Guinevere lay sprawled on the floor, waiting for her mana to replenish.
Seeing her completely uninterested in offering any explanation, Hedel began poking around on his own, interpreting her words as mere frustration over wasted time.
“Don’t go in.”
Hedel froze mid-step.
“Do you really want to take responsibility if even a single hair on your head gets in there and explodes?”
“Then why are you doing something so dangerous? Seriously! Did you even get imperial permission for this?”
“…That’s for later.”
“If you pull off something like this without authorization, who’s going to clean up the mess? Just kill me instead!”
Feeling profoundly sorry for himself—the one inevitably left to manage the aftermath—Hedel sank down beside Guinevere.
All the while, his eyes remained locked on the sphere of magic. Within it, currents of magic intertwined so densely and moved so swiftly that their core was invisible; if even two strands collided, a massive explosion would surely erupt.
Yet, despite knowing this, Hedel’s eyes remained transfixed, chasing the flow of magic—until a faint, low hum startled him.
“…I can hear a sound.”
Ordinarily, uncast magic produced no sound—only light, if made visible. If raw mana made noise, the world would be unbearably loud.
Mana existed naturally in a dimension imperceptible to humans and only entered the three-dimensional world when a mage manifested it through spellcasting, vibrating the air to produce sound.
For mana in its raw state to emit sound was simply impossible.
“You can hear it? Master!”
“Of course it makes sound.”
“Oh, I see. So… wait, what? What did you say?”
If Hedel reported this discovery to the academic community, they’d surely dismiss it as nonsense like “I hear the sound of sound.”
Seeing Hedel’s bewildered expression, Guinevere let out a quiet chuckle.
“It’s just too faint to hear unless you really listen closely. It always makes sound.”
“You’re joking, right?”
But Guinevere didn’t even deign to respond—instead, she calmly closed her eyes. The fact that the epicenter of the time-reversal spell had been her own laboratory was unprecedented, and thus an extraordinary opportunity.
Her lab was perfectly controlled, making it easy to detect residual magical traces—though several days had passed since the spell’s casting, and much of the evidence had already faded.
Having given her absolute best over three days, Guinevere’s consciousness began to drift away in relief. Soon, a soft snoring filled the air.
“Master?”
Worried, Hedel called out—but received no answer.
“You’re not sleeping right now, are you? Master? Master?!”
No matter how loudly he called, Guinevere remained silent. She fell into a deathlike slumber, plunging Hedel into sheer panic.
When she finally awoke, she found Hedel sitting nearby, looking utterly shell-shocked.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Guinevere instantly realized the answer as soon as she’d asked—the result of her falling asleep without explanation.
“Y-you’re… alive….”
Tears began streaming down Hedel’s face. Feeling a twinge of guilt, Guinevere spoke to ease his worry.
“That thing was already in a stabilized state. My warning about it exploding was a lie.”
“Then… then why are you telling me now? I had no idea! I kept trying to wake you, terrified that thing might blow up if I disturbed it! You never used to tell lies like that!”
Though she felt guilty, Guinevere couldn’t tell him the truth—if word got out that she’d reconstructed and materialized a time-reversal spell, every mage in the world would go mad trying to get their hands on it.
“I was just worried you might steal my research secrets. I had no strength left to defend myself back then.”
“Ugh, seriously? What kind of— Argh! Really? Me…?”
Hedel, who had been sobbing into his hands, suddenly stood up with grim resolve.
“I quit!”
He shot Guinevere a fierce glare, then spun around with a sharp swish of his robes and stomped off.
As always, Guinevere assumed he’d come crawling back on his own soon enough and paid it no mind. What she’d materialized was only a tiny fragment—completing the formula through deduction might take years.
Her violet eyes shimmered with rapture as she gazed upon the sphere of mana.
*
Hedel didn’t even have the energy to teleport. Guinevere had slept straight through an entire day and a half.
Before that, she’d worked through three consecutive nights—and Hedel, having stood guard outside her lab the whole time without proper rest, was now barely coherent.
And for all that, this was the thanks he got:
‘I was just worried you might steal my research secrets.’
“What a jerk! Seriously.”
Office life was dirty and unfair, but serving as Guinevere Rodante’s disciple, secretary, and errand boy had to be the absolute worst.
Overwhelmed, Hedel trudged across the garden—then suddenly sank down onto the ground. He simply couldn’t face walking out of the manor and encountering people in his current state.
‘Might as well stay here and get some fresh air.’
It was a poor decision.
“Mister, are you crying?”
Startled, Hedel looked up to see a little girl crouching in front of him.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Larisa.”
“And who’s that supposed to be?”
Hedel pretended not to know, though he actually did—he’d investigated her when Guinevere first brought her in, wondering if she might be another potential disciple, just as William had done.
But Larisa was just an ordinary orphan from the slums, with absolutely no magical talent whatsoever.
“Well, I’m seven years old, Marina’s daughter. I used to live in the back alleys and came here a week ago.”
Larisa did her best to introduce herself. Hedel nodded and held out his hand.
“Right. Nice to meet you, kid.”
The moment Larisa grasped his hand, Hedel’s palm suddenly warmed—and a gentle breeze fluttered past.
Larisa’s eyes widened at the unexpected gust. At that very instant, William appeared.
“What are you doing?”
William was the second-last person Hedel wanted to see right now.
William yanked Larisa’s hand away and quickly hid her behind his back.
‘Anyone seeing this would think I’m some kind of villain.’
“I was just checking if she had any mana.”
At Hedel’s dry reply, William frowned.
“Since when did anyone ask you to check?”
Hedel sighed inwardly.
‘Arrogant brat.’
‘Unlucky glasses-wearer.’
Both thought the exact same thing at once.
Larisa, sensing instinctively that the two didn’t get along, clung to William’s leg and whispered cautiously,
“William, we promised we’d go outside. Let’s hurry.”
William glanced down at her, then back at Hedel.
“I told you to watch out for mages around here.”
“But I don’t know who’s a mage…”
“He obviously looks like one.”
They thought they were speaking quietly—but Hedel heard every word. He scowled.
‘What’s that even supposed to mean—“obviously looks like a mage”?’
Larisa softly objected,
“But he was crying…”
William stared at Hedel with an expression that clearly said, “What kind of weird thing is that to say?”
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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