My Fiancé Keeps Trying to Raise Me (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 3
While Anet was fighting the monsters, those who had been tasked with escorting her to the imperial palace of the Alkan Empire abandoned their duty and fled.
But whether they managed to safely return to the kingdom, evading the ceaselessly emerging monsters… was uncertain.
Even Anet herself, having finally discarded her broken arrows and now fighting the monsters barehanded, was left utterly battered and torn.
By sheer fortune, after slaying all the monsters and finding a stray horse, she was racing toward the capital of Alkan—but she bore deep wounds on her back, left leg, and right arm, and was drenched head to toe in monster blood.
Because of this, fever raged through her body, and the pain grew steadily worse—so excruciating she couldn’t even scream.
“No matter how close we were to the Monster’s Swamp… for monsters to swarm us this deliberately…”
Suspicion filled her mind, but whether due to her severe injuries or the monster’s blood—or perhaps her heart pounding bizarrely fast—Anet couldn’t sustain her thoughts any further.
In truth, she had not noticed the changes happening within her own body at all.
Thus, even though she’d torn off the hem of her dress, she paid no mind to how excessively long it still was or how heavily the hood weighed; she kept pushing back the hood that kept obstructing her vision.
Since the Heyworth Kingdom bordered the Alkan Empire, a two-day carriage ride would normally suffice. Having already traveled for a full day and now riding horseback, she expected the imperial palace wasn’t far.
Indeed, as dawn broke, the outer walls of the palace began to appear in her field of vision.
Perhaps it was the relief that loosened her tension—
The moment she arrived at her destination, her body—pushed beyond its limits—immediately lost balance and she tumbled from the horse.
Seeing the gatekeepers rushing toward her in shock from the grand entrance, Anet pulled out the envelope she’d kept on her person ever since leaving the palace, without once letting it go.
“Please deliver this… to His Imperial Majesty…”
It was her signed betrothal agreement.
“I am of Heyworth…”
She tried to declare her identity as Princess Anet Heyworth, but her breath came in ragged gasps, and she quickly lost strength, falling silent.
She wasn’t worried that this document alone might not prove her identity.
Her crimson hair and eyes—present since birth—would speak for themselves.
For the first time, Anet considered this fact fortunate—then lost consciousness completely.
[This is the timeline separator]〈How could the queen have given birth to a monster’s spawn!〉
Twenty-four years ago.
The King of Heyworth, upon seeing newborn Anet, cried out in horror.
It was because her hair and eyes bore an intensely vivid—and dreadfully ominous—crimson hue.
Since ancient times, the border separating the Alkan Empire and Heyworth Kingdom in the south from Bayendor in the north had been marked by a vast forest known as the Monster’s Swamp.
The blood of the monsters dwelling there was deadly poison to humans.
Anyone exposed to monster blood had to thoroughly cleanse their body and undergo purification at the temple within a month.
Otherwise, most died; those who barely survived suffered grotesque aftereffects—blackened, twisted faces and bodies, or eyes turning crimson like a monster’s, followed by madness.
No one on the continent was unaware of this. Thus, when the King of Heyworth saw his newborn daughter with eyes as red as a monster’s, he was appalled.
And red hair, on top of that!
The Heyworth royal line had always been born with beautiful silver hair, and the king had always proudly boasted of his own and his firstborn son Franz’s silver locks.
Yet Anet’s hair color was nowhere to be found in the lineage of her maternal grandfather’s House of Duke Ricello—and was, in fact, an exceedingly rare shade seldom seen across the continent.
〈It’s an omen! A clear sign of doom!〉
When his beautiful and virtuous queen died immediately after giving birth to a child with red eyes and red hair, the king vented all his fury onto Anet.
Though no red-haired man fitting the description of an adulterer was ever found near the queen, the king refused to accept Anet as his own child, shouting that she was cursed spawn of a monster.
Rumors soon spread that the queen had consorted with a monster. The king, who had been drowning his sorrows in drink and neglecting state affairs, belatedly quashed the rumors about his late queen.
But he never retracted what he’d said about Anet.
Though he acknowledged her as a princess out of concern for public perception, he banished her to a remote villa far from the main palace—as if he couldn’t bear even a single strand of her hair.
That place was no fit dwelling for an infant. It was practically a death sentence.
Anet’s birth also affected Franz, the king’s legitimate firstborn son and heir apparent.
Once treated with the utmost care, Franz suddenly lost his mother and was deemed frail and unwanted, forced to move from the Crown Prince’s residence to another palace.
And everyone in the court knew that behind the king’s cruelty toward his own child stood Queen Esther.
It was Esther—then a servant in the former queen’s quarters—who had revived the king from his despair and neglect of governance.
The king, deeply enamored of Esther—ten years his junior—immediately made her queen upon the difficult birth of their first child, Bridget.
With a new mistress in the Queen’s Palace and the king indifferent to his first daughter, Anet became a target of ridicule and neglect even among the palace maids.
Had it not been for Sara—the former queen’s trusted handmaiden and Franz’s nanny—who stepped forward to care for Anet, the girl would have grown up illiterate and ignorant, or died long ago.
〈I’m sorry, Nanny. Because of me…〉
Little Anet always felt guilty toward Sara, who suffered in the remote villa on her account.
If only Sara had stayed by Elder Brother Franz’s side, she wouldn’t have endured such hardship.
Only Sara stayed by Anet’s side through her nightly nightmares, born of fear that she truly was cursed spawn of a monster, as the maids claimed.
Sara, seeing Anet avoid eye contact, would gently grasp her tiny hands with pity.
〈Your Highness will surely find happiness. So no matter how hard or painful it gets, you must endure.〉
She always spoke with unwavering conviction.
That Anet was not destined to die trapped in that villa. That she would surely find happiness.
Yet not long after Anet turned seven, Sara passed away.
It wasn’t a serious illness—just a cold from lacking firewood to ward off the night chill, which worsened into pneumonia. Without ever receiving proper diagnosis or medicine, she closed her eyes forever.
Afterward, Anet endured alone in the villa, with no one visiting except Franz, who came occasionally despite his frail health.
Seven years later, she approached the king and requested to join the monster extermination campaign.
She’d rather die living a meaningful life than waste away imprisoned in that villa.
Naturally, the king was furious when he saw Anet—who dared appear before him without permission.
A mere fourteen-year-old girl seeking to slay monsters? He saw it only as a ploy for attention or a desperate outburst.
But soon, he changed his mind. An unwanted burden like Anet, who clung stubbornly to life, might as well die fighting monsters. Thus, he allowed her to join the Royal Knights.
He had no idea that seven years later, she would earn the title of the continent’s greatest swordsman.
‘But even that brilliant title became meaningless because of my injuries.’
Even in her delirium, Anet felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness and a tinge of sadness.
She’d endured and endured, just as Sara had told her to—so why wasn’t she happy?
When she first set out to exterminate monsters, she’d felt joy, believing she was doing something meaningful. But that joy was fleeting.
The endless cycle of killing after killing brought such profound boredom that she eventually couldn’t even tell whether she was human or monster.
‘Nanny was a liar…’
Anet suddenly flinched, realizing she’d muttered those words like a petulant child.
After Sara’s death, living alone in the villa had made her increasingly taciturn and emotionally withdrawn.
Becoming a knight only worsened it—constantly suppressing her emotions to avoid fatal lapses in focus, she felt as if all feeling had vanished.
Yet now, such feelings of injustice and sorrow surfaced.
‘It’s as if I’ve become a child again…’
〈My beloved daughter.〉
Just then—
〈My precious little one, you will become someone truly extraordinary.〉
Hearing that unfamiliar voice struck Anet like lightning, freezing her in place.
Kind words continued whispering into her ears.
〈I know, my dear. You are stronger and nobler than anyone else.〉
[This is the timeline separator]“Mo…ther? Don’t go, don’t… ugh!”
Anet cried out, then opened her eyes with a groan.
Every part of her body ached and throbbed as if she’d been beaten all over.
Yet her consciousness, sunk deep within, refused to clear easily despite the pain.
‘That voice just now…’
It must have been a dream born of imagination.
A newborn—or a fetus in the womb—couldn’t possibly remember their mother’s words.
Trrrickle. Tears she thought had dried up since Sara’s death streamed down her cheeks.
At twenty-four years old, she found it absurd that she’d dreamt such a thing.
‘She probably despises me…’
Anet felt guilt for having unconsciously called that gentle voice—whom she’d imagined to be the Former Queen—“mother.”
The Former Queen must resent her for dying in childbirth, and surely despised her for dragging her name into those foul rumors.
Just like her biological father, the King of Heyworth.
“…”
Perhaps recalling the king’s ever-frowning, disapproving expression whenever he saw her,
her submerged consciousness began to rise, as if doused with cold water.
Blinking at the ornate ceiling, Anet quickly sat up at the soft sensation enveloping her body.
Glancing around the luxurious bedroom, she realized she was in the imperial palace of Alkan.
“Oh, thank goodness… hmm?”
Relieved that she’d survived and clearly been admitted to the palace—evidenced by someone having verified her betrothal agreement—Anet suddenly paused.
Her voice sounded… strange.
She’d assumed it was fatigue, but even the warm, fluffy blanket felt oddly heavy…
Curious, she pulled back the blanket covering her neck—and froze, eyes wide with shock.
“…Wh-what is this?”
Why had her body become smaller?
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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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 🥹