People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 4
“The key of the western lands, Fleur, has arrived, summoned by the call of light.”
The woman who entered with three children bowed her head respectfully. Her greeting, laden with ornate phrases, felt oddly novel—perhaps because it had been so long since I’d heard such formality. Moreover, her movements were impeccably graceful, devoid of any excess; she truly embodied nobility.
“Your Majesty, I trust you have remained in good health?”
With a gentle smile playing at her lips, the woman glanced toward me and Jeff, allowing me a clear view of her features.
Cream-colored hair and crimson eyes.
She seemed to be a descendant of the man who had once managed supply logistics during my previous life as emperor. Crimson eyes were exceedingly rare in this empire, so drawing that conclusion wasn’t difficult.
“Welcome, Marquess Fleur. You must be weary from your long journey.”
I was slightly surprised, however, that Jeff addressed her as a marquess.
After all, during my reign as emperor, her family had merely been nobles in name—a house that produced many knights but held little real distinction.
Granted, I had abdicated in Jeff’s favor and passed away roughly twenty years ago, and it’s often said that in ten years even mountains and rivers transform—so changes were certainly possible. Still, in a society rigidly bound by status, transcending one’s birthright remained an exceptional rarity.
Thus, I couldn’t help but marvel at the Fleur family’s swift ascent to the rank of marquess, though I carefully concealed my surprise.
“Thanks to Your Majesty’s gracious arrangements, our journey was quite smooth.”
After this brief bow, Marquess Fleur stepped back a pace, bringing the children who had accompanied her into clearer view.
One child remained nestled in the arms of a maid; even at a glance, she appeared younger than the two standing beside the marquess. Unlike Marquess Fleur, this child had snow-white silver hair—but her crimson eyes left no doubt that she belonged to the Fleur bloodline.
“They all seem remarkably bright. Are these the children under your care?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Jeff surveyed the children in turn, then subtly shifted his gaze toward me—as though urging me to pay special attention. As if I weren’t already watching them closely enough.
“Come now, children, greet His Majesty properly!”
At Marquess Fleur’s soft prompting, the child in the maid’s arms flinched, then buried her face shyly against the maid’s chest and turned away. Clearly, she was bashful around strangers.
“Pwease to meet you, Your Majesty!”
In contrast, the little girl with twin braids offered a perfectly proper bow. The way she demurely lifted the hem of her dress and inclined her head spoke of thorough etiquette training.
‘So this is what noble upbringing looks like.’
Impressive, for one so young.
“My name is Ronowe Marsha Fleur!”
The moment the girl spoke the name “Ronowe,” I instinctively wondered whether the ancient demon of knowledge herself had taken human form.
Yet the girl’s crimson eyes held none of the corrupt ripples I associated with demons. Instead, they struck me as remarkably pure.
“Pwease take good care of me!”
Ronowe gave another crisp nod and stood ramrod straight—then, catching my eye, she beamed a sweet smile. She seemed far too innocent to be any demon.
‘Then again, demons vanished from the earthly realm ages ago—how could one possibly be hiding here?’
Besides, if she truly were a demon, she would’ve wrung my neck the instant she saw me.
After all, back in the distant past, I’d earned their lasting enmity when the gods themselves broke my wings as punishment for tormenting them. Not to mention, I’d long been a favorite of the divine.
“I am Carlisle Pasinelli Bergamot.”
While I was lost in thought, the boy standing beside the girl spoke up.
Easily two or three years older than the others, he carried himself with a maturity unbecoming of his age. His black hair and blue eyes laced with green left a strong impression of composure.
From his name to his appearance, he bore not the slightest resemblance to the Fleur lineage—so I was certain Carlisle wasn’t of Fleur blood. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder why the Bergamot ducal family would send their heir to be raised by the Fleur house.
“Young Lord, it’s time for your greeting.”
After the two older children had bowed, the maid addressed the boy still cradled in her arms. But the child, seemingly overcome by shyness, chose instead to whine and cling tighter.
“Beris.”
At this, Marquess Fleur’s expression grew faintly stern. Though her tone remained gentle, it evoked the image of an eagle soaring high through the heavens.
“The child seems shy—let him be.”
Jeff raised a hand reassuringly toward Marquess Fleur, signaling that it was perfectly fine.
“Thank you for your generous understanding, Your Majesty.”
“Not at all. It’s only natural.”
Jeff cast a quick glance in my direction. My brow furrowed involuntarily, but he seemed utterly unconcerned.
“I leave our Crown Princess in your care from now on.”
In your care for what?
Before I could fully grasp his meaning, I was swiftly transferred from Jeff’s arms into those of the maid.
[This is the timeline separator]A few minutes later, I arrived at the playroom Jeff had prepared especially for me.
‘What on earth am I doing? I feel less like a companion and more like a nanny.’
And right now, I was building blocks with the Fleur children. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was doing this, but Jeff had insisted so earnestly that I play along well that I hadn’t bothered to argue.
“Kyaaa! Shoooow!”
Beris, who had been so timid during greetings earlier, now dashed wildly around the playroom. Somehow, he’d acquired a toy sword.
“Sister! Take my blade!”
“Beris! You don’t hit people!”
“But I’s not hittin’!”
Apparently, Beris was quite fond of his wooden practice sword.
‘What’s so fun about swinging around such a dull wooden sword and playing knights?’
I stared blankly at the Fleur siblings playing, then glanced at the clock on the wall.
‘Damn it. Ugh, damn it!’
Barely ten minutes had passed since we entered the playroom.
Subjectively, it felt like I’d already been here for ten hours—today of all days, time seemed to crawl.
So I passed the time stacking blocks and knocking them down again in endless repetition. Occasionally, Beris would invite me to sword-fight, but I ignored him.
“Crown Princess, wets buiwd a pwetty castwe togethah!”
Before long, Ronowe had come over and started stacking blocks beside me. Perhaps it was because blocks were scattered all over the place.
After wandering around for a bit, Ronowe began assembling them into something resembling a tower. Within minutes, her structure had taken on the rough shape of a building.
“Oh, Ronowe—you’re quite good at this!”
She’d built it surprisingly well for a child, so I found myself clapping twice without thinking.
“Hehe. Thank you, Crown Princess!”
Pleased by the praise, Ronowe’s face lit up with pride.
“Is it all done now?”
“No, Crown Princess! I stiww need to add the wittle pointy woof!”
Ronowe’s eyes sparkled as she held up a conical block.
‘True enough—what’s a castle without a pointed roof?’
I silently agreed with her.
“Crown Princess, I’m gonna swoop it on wike this—shoooow!”
Ronowe struck a proud pose.
Crash!
With a dull thud, her carefully constructed toy castle collapsed in an instant. Puzzled, I turned—and saw Beris had smashed it with his toy sword.
Though his stunned expression suggested it wasn’t intentional, Ronowe was clearly heartbroken and burst into tears.
“Stop it! Be nice!”
“Waaahhh! The castwe! The castwe faww down! Crown Pwincess! Waaahhh!”
Oh dear. I pressed a hand to my forehead, then retrieved a doll from the scattered toys on the floor.
“There, there. Be good. Play with this.”
“A doww?”
“Yes, a doll. It’s yours.”
“Thank you, Crown Pwincess.”
I handed her the doll and patted her back. Immediately, as if she’d never cried, Ronowe sprang up and joined Beris in tearing through the playroom.
‘Children really are children.’
Just handing her a doll was enough for them to reconcile and play happily again. It struck me then—children truly hold no grudges. Even after fighting, they make up in moments and return to play.
‘But why is Carlisle so quiet?’
Glancing around, I spotted Carlisle standing by the window, staring fixedly outside as though something had caught his attention.
‘Is it because he’s more composed than the other two?’
He seemed unusually mature for his age. Perhaps it was the noisy chaos of Ronowe and Beris, but seeing Carlisle filled me with a rare sense of calm.
‘I like this one.’
No matter which way I looked at him, he had the makings of a fine general.
‘Might as well start calling him “General Material” from now on.’
With the right guidance, he could become a loyal and trustworthy retainer. As I thought this, I noticed a strange parallel between Jeff and Carlisle.
‘What turned you into such a doting fool over your daughter?’
I shifted my gaze away from Carlisle and perched myself on the sofa. Though I’d been reborn as a child, playing with these tiny, energetic youngsters simply didn’t suit my temperament. Resting here was far preferable to resuming block-building.
Truth be told, I owed this brief respite to Ronowe and Beris playing together on their own.
“Kyahaha! Kyaha!”
Of course, my rest didn’t last. Ronowe and Beris, those two troublemakers, shrieked as they raced around the playroom. Dodging scattered blocks while bouncing about like possessed maniacs—it was pure pandemonium.
‘I’m definitely not doing this because I like you.’
If they got hurt, it’d be my responsibility. So I began picking up the blocks one by one. It was obvious that if those little ones stepped on them, I’d be dragged into an annoying mess.
‘Ugh, just thinking about it makes me sick. So sick.’
If they got hurt, they’d wail inconsolably—and I’d be stuck listening to their cries until my ears rang. The mere thought gave me chills.
“I get to use it fiwst! It’s mine!”
“No! It’s mine!”
In the blink of an eye, Ronowe and Beris were squabbling again. Curious, I looked—and saw they were clutching crayons and paper.
‘When did they even pick those up?’
First it was a toy sword; now they were fighting over who got to draw.
“Both of you, stop it!”
Frustrated by their constant bickering, I snapped loudly. Immediately, Ronowe and Beris—who had been muttering complaints at each other—fell silent and stared at me wide-eyed.
“Sis got us in twoubwe!”
“Why me? It’s your fauwt!”
But their truce lasted only seconds before they glared at each other and growled.
‘At this rate, they’ll spend the whole day fighting, crying, making up, and laughing.’
I shook my head in resignation.
“Give them to me, both of you.”
With no other option, I took the crayons and paper from the Fleur siblings. I figured if I confiscated them equally, the fighting would stop.
“Woooh…”
But the moment I took the items, Beris began sniffling and Ronowe’s nose turned red as tears welled in her eyes.
“Oh, hey! Wait, wait! I’ll… I’ll tell you a fun story, okay?”
I hurriedly spoke up, worried they’d start wailing.
“Reawwy?”
Beris, who’d been on the verge of tears, blinked at me with wide eyes. Ronowe quickly wiped her nose with the back of her hand and looked up expectantly.
‘Oh no.’
I’d promised a fun story—but nothing came to mind. I considered asking General Material Carlisle for help, but even he seemed to be waiting eagerly for my tale.
‘Now what?’
I wracked my brain for any entertaining story I knew.
‘Ah! That’s it!’
Suddenly, my days as a sovereign came rushing back. My own life was the most thrilling tale I knew—and surely, these children would find it just as captivating.
“Listen carefully, all of you.”
I gathered the three children in front of me and picked up a crayon. My small hands weren’t quite as nimble as I’d like, but drawing wasn’t too difficult.
“Once upon a time, there was a person…”
As I spoke, I drew pictures on the paper one by one. When it came time to draw myself, I poured all my effort into it—but frustratingly, what emerged wasn’t a beauty, but a tangled mess resembling a ball of yarn.
“Puhaha! That’s not a face—it’s gwass!”
Watching Beris clutch his belly and laugh confirmed once again that I had no talent for drawing.
‘Annoying.’
Though irritated, I shot him a glare until he stopped laughing—then slowly began recounting my past to the three children.
I told them everything: from the moment I first set foot on this world, to the punishment I received from God and my subsequent exile.
Truthfully, I hadn’t planned to recount the entire story. I’d only shared it in the faint hope that perhaps one of these children might know the answer. Their innocence brought them closer to the flawless nature of the divine—maybe one of them would guess correctly.
“And so God departed. Now, what do you think was the answer to God’s riddle?”
After drawing the final picture, I thrust the paper toward Ronowe, Beris, and Carlisle.
“Raise your hand if you know!”
“Hmm…”
The children stared at my drawing, tilting their heads in confusion. Disheartened by their lack of the response I’d hoped for, my spirits sank.
“I know!”
Just as I was about to give up entirely—
‘At last! I’ll finally break free from this eternal burden!’
Ronowe shot her hand into the air and rushed toward me. Her declaration that she knew the answer made my breath catch and my chest swell with hope.
“What is it? Tell me quickly!”
Eyes sparkling with anticipation, I leaned forward eagerly.
“Cake!”
But Ronowe, who had claimed to know the answer, blurted out something utterly nonsensical. Just then, I noticed a maid entering with a tray bearing a strawberry cake.
“Here’s your snack.”
Of course.
‘I was a fool to expect an answer.’
I put away the crayon and neatly folded the paper in half. I resolved never to ask these children again.
“Crown Princess.”
Just as I sighed quietly in disappointment, Carlisle—who had quietly approached—called my name.
“Shall we go have some cake?”
Perhaps it was because this child so thoughtfully looked out for others, but I decided then and there that I’d appoint him as my personal guard someday.
After all, there’s a saying: “The shoot reveals the tree.”
And this boy? He was exactly that—exactly!
“Yes.”
Truly General Material. I hid my inner thoughts and offered only a faint, knowing smile.
[This is the timeline separator]Several hours later, I finally escaped from Ronowe and Beris—the two tiny demons. They’d clearly arrived in the Imperial Capital early that morning, yet showed no sign of leaving even as dusk fell.
‘At this rate, I’ll grow old and die before ever finding the answer.’
Perhaps it was from spending the whole day tending to young children—my body ached as though I had a fever.
‘I can’t fathom in what way Jeff thought these kids would be suitable companions.’
After all, Ronowe and Beris were far too young to even serve as conversation partners today. If anything, being around them made my head feel numb.
“Oh dear—why does our Crown Princess look so exhausted?”
Because I’ve been acting as their nanny all day, that’s why.
I pouted, and the maid quickly brought over a rattle I’d never seen before, shaking it gently. Perhaps my energy was drained—each jingle made it seem as though someone were whispering “ting-a-ling! ting-a-ling!” directly into my ears.
‘Ugh, even that rattle is driving me mad.’
In the end, I snatched it from the maid’s hand in exasperation.
“You wanted it so much you should’ve just asked!”
It’s not that! Too tired to argue, I clutched the rattle and turned away.
‘I’ll find the answer faster on my own. Starting tomorrow, I’ll meditate in peace.’
I pretended to fall asleep, closed my eyes—and soon drifted off for real.
‘Companions, my foot… Everything’s just annoying…’
I fervently wished never to see them again as I sank into unconsciousness.
And the next day—
“Crown Pwincess!”
“We came to pway again!”
I froze in place at the sight of the children charging toward me en masse.
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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Miioo
Hahaha, poor thing—they are so annoying. It’s karma; I feel like she’s being punished.