My Fiancé Keeps Trying to Raise Me (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 2
Meanwhile, Franz, the eldest son of the King of Heyworth and Anet’s older brother, rushed over upon hearing the news belatedly and burst into tears.
“I’m sorry, Anet. Your useless elder brother couldn’t even speak up once for your marriage. How can Father be so indifferent? After all you’ve done for the kingdom…”
Franz finally wiped his tears and forced a smile as he looked at Anet, who remained silent with an awkward expression.
“I heard from the servants that Grand Duke Harzent is a kind and deeply respected man. You’re such a gentle and affectionate girl—he’ll surely cherish you.”
Hmm. She had heard that Grand Duke Harzent originally possessed such extraordinary beauty that a single glance could enchant anyone.
Now that he had lost his beautiful appearance due to the blood of a demon beast, would he even show kindness toward someone like her, who bore demon-beast-like red eyes?
Anet firmly believed it was impossible, but she chose not to show it in front of Franz.
Her elder brother, who had suffered from a weak heart since birth, had grown extremely frail after the death of the Former Queen, due to lack of proper care.
He never engaged in social events and had never left the royal palace; only palace servants brought him news.
They seemed to have deliberately omitted the terrifying rumors surrounding the Grand Duke, likely fearing Franz might collapse from shock.
“No matter what, ‘kind and deeply respected’…? After being afflicted by demon blood, he supposedly turned into a cruel killer who revels in bloodshed and slaughter.”
Before that, he had already been known as a warmonger.
Thinking it was fortunate that the sensitive Franz remained unaware, Anet said gently,
“Don’t worry about me. Focus on taking care of your health so you can attend the wedding ceremony.”
[This is the timeline separator]The alliance between the Alkan Empire and the Heyworth Kingdom was conducted in secret, primarily to keep the Bayendor Empire at bay.
However, while the engagement had been hastily arranged, the official wedding would be celebrated grandly by the Empire.
Anet hoped that Franz, whom she regarded as her only family, would attend her wedding and offer his blessings.
Yet, she also worried that on that day, he would inevitably discover the rumors he’d heard were not lies at all.
“Perhaps it’s better if he remains completely ignorant…”
“…?!”
At that moment, Anet abruptly raised her head.
With a sharp whistling sound slicing through the air, something pierced straight through the carriage door—thud!
Anet swiftly caught the arrow flying toward her.
With her bare hand—and not even her dominant left hand, but her right.
Queen Esther and the nobles beneath her, who had immediately stripped Anet of her position as captain of the Royal Knights and pressured her into retirement upon learning she could no longer wield a sword, would have been utterly shocked had they witnessed this scene.
In truth, aside from the Royal Knights, no one in the Heyworth Kingdom had ever seen Anet fight a demon beast in person.
No matter how prodigious her talent, she was still merely the offspring of a demon beast that had killed its own mother at birth. People, uneasy about her unnatural strength and regenerative abilities, had always suspected them to be demonic sorcery and never examined her closely.
Though the Alkan imperial family likewise possessed powers surpassing human limits, they were regarded as blessed by the gods—exactly the opposite treatment Anet received.
Yet, no matter how tightly they covered their ears or shut their eyes, Anet remained unquestionably the continent’s greatest swordsman.
Ignoring the slight numbness in her palm, she closely examined the arrow.
Its shaft bore a faint crimson hue, and its two large fletchings unmistakably marked it as belonging to the Bayendor Empire.
When she finally confirmed the arrowhead had turned black, Anet’s eyes narrowed.
“A surprise attack from Bayendor at this very moment…”
Just last evening, the imperial envoy had returned from the Alkan Empire with the marriage contract.
Anet had signed the documents immediately upon their arrival, and without delay, the King of Heyworth had ordered her to depart for the Empire personally carrying the signed agreement.
Though it wasn’t unusual—the King had always loathed her presence in the palace—this impromptu journey to Alkan meant only one thing about the current ambush.
The Bayendor Empire opposed the alliance between the two nations—meaning someone within was colluding with them.
“Just who could it be?”
Since the Alkan Empire couldn’t possibly know she was coming, the traitor must be from the Heyworth side.
“A noble? Or perhaps someone serving in the palace.”
It was also hard to dismiss the possibility that Bayendor had planted a spy long ago.
“H-huh?! A… a demon beast!”
Just then, a sudden scream erupted from outside, where guards had gone on high alert after the arrow’s arrival.
Recognizing Count Randle’s terrified voice, Anet immediately leaped out of the carriage.
She clearly remembered how he had just insulted her as “scrap,” but she didn’t care.
She had faced far more ridicule and contempt than kindness in her life—and she had always wielded her sword even for those who scorned her.
“Ugh!”
But the moment she stepped onto the ground outside the carriage, Anet nearly fell flat on her face.
Only then did she realize she wasn’t wearing her usual knight’s uniform, but a long, flowing dress and high-heeled shoes.
As the bride in a political marriage heading to the Alkan Empire, the King had ordered her to dress like an ordinary princess.
Naturally, finding her appearance in an elegant gown repulsive, the King had additionally commanded her to wear a full-length black hood covering her from head to toe as she left the palace.
“And he told me to remove it inside the carriage once I reached the Alkan Empire…”
Of all times, she had to encounter demon beasts dressed like this.
Frowning, Anet surveyed the demon beasts tightly surrounding the carriage.
She had expected assassins from Bayendor, given the poisoned arrow—but these unexpected demon beasts made no sense.
Though their sharp fangs and overall shape resembled wolves, these adult wolf-type demon beasts were as large as bears, and now they all growled in unison.
“Grrrr!”
The one in the very center flashed its bright red eyes and roared, ready to pounce at any moment.
“Q-quick! Deal with it, quickly!”
Panicked, the Count shouted at the knights—but they, too, were trembling in fear and retreating backward.
After all, they were palace guards, not the Royal Knights specially trained for demon-beast hunts.
Anet let out a small sigh, instinctively reaching for her sword belt before muttering a quiet curse.
Of course, there was no sword with her in this dress—and even the blade Franz had given her at age fourteen, when he finally relented to her insistence on joining demon-beast hunts, had been taken from her upon retirement.
Suppressing her regret, she tightened her grip on the arrow in her right hand.
Then, for the people who never ordered nor intended to protect her while she remained inside the carriage until this moment, she decisively ripped off the hem of her dress and kicked away her heels.
“Huh?”
“Th-the Princess…”
“Kyek!”
With agile movement, Anet dashed forward and thrust the arrowhead into the demon beast’s vital point. The arrow pierced through its thick hide—a feat even swords struggled to achieve.
Only her strength could have made it possible.
From that moment on, demon-beast corpses lined the path Anet had taken, and everyone watching couldn’t suppress a chill running down their spines.
“Just who exactly was I foolishly insulting moments ago?”
Count Randle, who had led the mockery against her, turned deathly pale.
Unconsciously stepping backward, his legs gave out and he collapsed helplessly onto the ground.
And the instant Anet finished eliminating the surrounding demon beasts and sharply turned her head, the Count met her blood-red eyes—filling him with greater terror than even the demon beasts had.
“H-hiieek!”
Anet frowned and began stepping toward the Count.
He was going to die. She would surely kill him.
“Count…”
“D-don’t come closer!”
Terrified, the Count scrambled to stand but fell again, desperately trying to flee. Just as he finally rose and turned his back to Anet—
Splurt!
With a ghastly sound, dark red blood sprayed into the air.
[This is the timeline separator]Count Randle’s boast—that he wouldn’t say anything foolish once they reached the Empire—had proven true.
Anet sighed, recalling how just hours ago the Count’s head had been ripped from his body.
Although she had slain every visible demon beast, the air around her still felt strangely oppressive.
She had wanted to warn everyone not to let their guard down and to stay hidden safely behind her.
Perhaps instead, she herself had looked like a demon beast to them.
The moment Anet took a step toward him, the Count fled in sheer terror—and was instantly killed by a flying-type demon beast that charged at him with terrifying speed.
His head tore off, his body spouting blood like a fountain, collapsing and scattering blood everywhere.
Having witnessed the Count’s horrific death up close, the servants and knights fell into complete panic.
And as if confirming her ominous premonition, a new wave of demon beasts appeared, encircling them once more.
Anet urgently told the survivors to hide behind her—but her voice no longer reached their ears.
And as a result…
“I wonder… did even one of them make it back alive?”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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Did the Empress Dowager get indesgestion because Anet is too cute or what?
Wow this novel has it all, huh? No misunderstanding over the ML’s feelings towards FL, kind and loving imperial family wow
Always a favorite of mine when hurt, abandoned, abused MCs gets a chance of having a true family 🥹