My Fiancé Keeps Trying to Raise Me (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
“My goodness! Rubellino is practically Lord Heyworth himself! How dare they take it? Do they even understand how precious a sword is to a knight?”
Charlotte raged on, oblivious to Anet’s puzzled gaze, then belatedly realized her own excitement, blushing and shyly confessing.
“I’m sorry—I got too worked up, didn’t I? The truth is… I’m a devoted admirer of Lord Heyworth.”
“I see… an admirer… right?”
Did I hear that wrong?
For a moment, Anet doubted her ears and twitched her fingers.
But seeing the Empress earnestly say she truly wished to meet him confirmed she’d heard correctly.
‘An admirer…’
She knew that among the knights who occasionally sought her out, hoping to test their skills against hers, there were a few renowned ones who passionately idolized her.
Yet she never imagined she’d have such a person herself—let alone that this admirer would be the Empress of Alkan. Anet wore a dazed expression.
‘Now that I think about it, she’s been calling me “Lord Heyworth” consistently from the very start.’
Realizing this made her fingertips and toes tingle strangely.
Just then, Charlotte tilted her head and asked curiously,
“But, my lord—how did you fight the monster without your sword?”
In that instant, Anet’s crimson eyes gleamed sharply.
She remembered something far more urgent than recounting the battle with the monster.
With a grave expression, she addressed Lucius.
“Before I explain him, Your Majesty, I must speak first. I apologize for troubling you, but it seems someone in the Heyworth Kingdom is colluding with the Bayendor Empire.”
[This is the timeline separator]When the Alkan imperial family saw Anet appear drenched in monster blood, they naturally assumed the Heyworth delegation had been attacked by monsters and that Anet was the sole survivor who barely made it to the Empire.
Strictly speaking, that wasn’t entirely false—but neither was it the whole truth.
Anet remembered clearly that the first thing to stop their carriage had been an arrow.
That single shot had unmistakably targeted her.
Whether it was to avoid leaving evidence, or—though she couldn’t understand why—they anticipated the monster’s attack, no more arrows followed after that…
“It was undoubtedly Bayendor’s red arrow.”
Since she happened not to carry any other weapon at the time, she’d had no choice but to fight the monster with that arrow.
After only a few swings, it shattered completely, and Anet felt deeply responsible for losing such crucial evidence.
Moreover—
“The Alkan Empire hadn’t been informed that I and the Heyworth delegation were coming. Therefore, the leak must have originated from the Heyworth Kingdom.”
From the moment King Heyworth hastily assembled a delegation so meager it was almost shameful and sent her off as if chasing her away, the fault—whether traitor or spy—lay squarely with the Heyworth Kingdom.
Just as she had once lifted her chin proudly as a princess, now she bowed her head, weighed down by that same title and its responsibilities.
‘They’ll probably blame Heyworth. They might even cancel the alliance altogether.’
If that happened, she’d have to find some way to change their minds…
“So you’re saying they abandoned the princess and fled?”
“Did you really fight the monster with just one arrow? And then with your bare hands afterward?”
…She needed to change their minds, but—what was this?
The Emperor and Empress’s reactions were nothing like she’d expected.
Anet hesitated for a moment before replying,
“The escorts assigned to me weren’t strong enough to face the monster. And given we passed near the monster’s marsh, more kept appearing endlessly—if they’d run, I doubt they would’ve survived anyway…”
“Even so, we cannot overlook their dereliction of duty. We’ll lodge a formal complaint with the Heyworth Kingdom. As for Bayendor’s attack, without concrete evidence there’s little we can do immediately, but we’ll investigate thoroughly, so please don’t worry. The timing of the monster’s appearance seems… suspicious.”
Lucius, looking deeply troubled, asked Anet to confirm the Heyworth delegation’s travel route, then smoothly changed the subject.
“By the way, since information might leak, we’ll inform the Heyworth Kingdom only that Your Highness was injured but arrived safely in the Empire.”
“Huh? Oh—um, then what about the alliance…?”
Even after the Heyworth Kingdom’s incompetence was laid so bare, were they really just going to let it slide?
Was the only issue they’d protest the guards abandoning her?
Anet opened and closed her mouth, unsure what to say, then bit her lip tightly.
Lucius smiled gently and said,
“Your Highness. Though the betrothal contract hasn’t yet received ecclesiastical certification, now that you’ve signed it, you’re effectively already part of the Alkan imperial family—so please set your worries aside.”
“…”
Though born a princess, Anet had never truly been acknowledged as royalty. Now, hearing Lucius openly declare her a member of the imperial family—and recalling Charlotte’s earlier invitation to treat each other like family—she was overwhelmed by a strange feeling.
For some reason, she kept finding herself filled with hope.
‘Maybe… Grand Duke Harzent really did set out on that hunt and wasn’t just making excuses…’
“Leave matters concerning Bayendor and Heyworth to His Majesty. For now, you should focus solely on recovering. Understood?”
“Hm? Ah—yes, of course.”
Snapped out of her reverie by Charlotte’s words, Anet suddenly remembered something else.
Though she still didn’t know the cause, she needed to revert her body back to its original form. She nodded glumly at the daunting task.
“Still, this transformation isn’t all bad.”
“Hm?”
“When you collapsed and were carried here, the palace physicians examined you. They said you’re covered in minor bruises, but otherwise completely uninjured! They assured us that aside from weakened stamina, you’ll fully recover with proper rest and medicine.”
“…Is that so?”
Seeing Anet blink blankly, failing to grasp her meaning, Charlotte clapped her hands in exasperation.
“It means your hands are perfectly fine too! You can wield your sword again!”
‘I can wield my sword again?’
Anet was utterly speechless.
She’d dared to hope her wrist might fully heal someday—but that hope had felt as insubstantial as a passing breeze.
“Is… is that really true?”
Still dazed, she asked again, and Charlotte nodded happily.
“That’s wonderful, isn’t it?”
Anet nodded along with her.
She’d been astonished to learn that despite her severe injuries, she felt only pain and no lasting damage—but now, to hear her hands had healed as well…
She stared bewildered at her left hand, its deep scars completely gone, and finally agreed: becoming a child wasn’t entirely a misfortune.
The journey to the Alkan Empire had been grueling, yet ever since she’d awakened, it felt as if only good things had happened.
At the same time, she wondered slightly what the Heyworth royal family would say when they heard this news.
‘Well… it’s none of my concern anymore.’
As Lucius had said, she’d already signed the betrothal contract.
Once certified by the temple, she’d officially become part of the Alkan imperial family—and likely, all formalities would conclude before news of her reached Heyworth.
‘Given how readily they forced me into retirement the moment I was injured, they must have been looking for an excuse to cast me aside all along.’
So even if she healed fully, no one there would welcome her back or wish for her return.
Besides, seeing her current form, they might even start another uproar, claiming the monster had used some strange sorcery on her.
Anet shook her head lightly to dispel the bitter taste in her mouth—then suddenly lifted her gaze.
She’d just realized something: Emperor Lucius and Empress Charlotte had never once treated her like an ominous presence, unlike everyone else she’d met before.
And at that very moment, she witnessed a peculiar scene.
Lucius and Charlotte, who’d been smiling broadly, flinched and hastily composed their expressions.
It lasted only an instant, but she clearly saw them looking utterly flustered—as if the creature before them was unbearably adorable.
It reminded her of how Queen Esther looked at her youngest son, Laon, or how Bridget beamed while playing with her treasured kitten.
‘…Were they really looking at me?’
Until now, people had either openly scorned her, reluctantly followed her while barely hiding their disapproval, or—on rare occasions—challenged her to duels out of competitive spirit.
Even Franz had always carried an air of guilt around her. She’d never imagined anyone could look at her with such affection.
Wondering if someone else had drawn their attention, she quickly turned her head—but of course, no one stood behind her.
The Empress had dismissed all servants the moment the banquet table was set.
‘So… they really were staring at me?’
That couldn’t be.
Half-surprised, half-skeptical, Anet turned back—and again caught the two hastily smoothing their wobbly smiles.
Now thoroughly confused, she decided she must have misread the situation.
But that, in fact, was the real misunderstanding.
Lucius and Charlotte had a son around seven or eight years old, and compared to their rambunctious boy, they found the serious, quiet Anet utterly endearing.
Especially Lucius—who’d practically raised his spirited twelve-year-old younger brother—found this gentle little girl both novel and fascinating.
“…She looks about seven?”
“No, more like ten.”
Anet, somehow catching Lucius’s quiet mutter, shook her head and corrected him.
She’d roughly estimated her current age by observing her height and limb length the first time she saw herself in the mirror and bathed.
Charlotte immediately objected.
“That can’t be. She’s about the same height as our Mikhail—and he’s a bit small for his age!”
“Mikhail, you say…?”
Wasn’t he the Crown Prince of Alkan? He’d just turned eight!
Anet’s pride was oddly wounded.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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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 🥹