“It’s certainly not good to see. The future Crown Princess should be the most dignified.”
“Is there only one or two rumors about the Princess being driven around now?”
“That’s right, really. It’s only by the grace of the Empress that she’s keeping her engagement now.”
At some point, the nobles’ words stopped. A sharp momentum pricked the nobles. When it felt as if a cold spirit was looking down on the nobles.
“How dare …”
A faint word overwhelmed the atmosphere. Duke Vicander’s red eyes shone sharply.
“How can disgrace be attached to the Princess to whom I vow?”
“That, that is …”
No noble dared to step forward. Duke Vicander changed his expression, smiling broadly at Olivia.
“Has this solved the matter?”
“…When the vow is fulfilled, we must dance the first dance, but don’t you think it’s rude to me, who is accompanying the Princess?”
At Levanfell’s dry words, Olivia’s body stiffened imperceptibly.
Levanfell, closer to Maria Etel than an escort.
Olivia’s gaze fell to the floor for fear that her appearance, not treated like a fiancé by anyone, would be mentioned.
“Ah, again.”
Olivia looked up at the regretful, light voice.
“I thought the Princess had come alone for me.”
Duke Vicander’s eyes curled playfully for a moment. Then, as if it had never happened, he calmly spoke to Levanfell.
“I had to think inevitably that His Highness was accompanying someone else. All of this was my mistake.”
“Duke.”
Levanfell called out to Duke Vicander in warning, but the Duke did not even look at him.
“Surely His Highness is not doing this because of the first dance.”
Levanfell gritted his teeth. Then, Duke Vicander looked straight at Olivia and added jokingly,
“…Well, if I had asked the Princess for marriage.”
What? Olivia’s eyes widened. What was Duke Vicander talking about now?
“Duke!”
Levanfell shouted sharply. But Duke Vicander rather looked at Levanfell as if what’s the matter.
“Big brother. Why don’t you talk about improper attire?”
A shrill voice intruded on the highly strained atmosphere. It was the Empress’s daughter.
With a poisoned expression, she glared at Olivia, then quickly smiled brightly and walked out.
“The Lady receiving the vow must wear white attire, symbolizing the knight’s cut. And as a sign of permission and joy, she must give a flower to the knight.”
The Empress’s daughter looked at Olivia, tilting her head, her words trailing off. Her blue eyes, like Levanfell’s, harbored deep hostility as they faced Olivia.
“The Princess seems unprepared again today.”
“That’s right. All the Ladies wear white at the knighthood ceremony, don’t they!”
“Now that I think about it, why didn’t I consider that? It’s not as if I’m trying to break the tradition that’s been handed down for generations.”
Laughter was mixed with the highpitched voices. Olivia glanced at where the faint laughter was coming from.
Countess Shamin’s Grace, Baron Staren’s Grace, even Duke Ribeorn’s Grace. They were all the princess’s playmates.
“Perhaps never having received a vow, or not knowing about the outfit either. Well, it must be the princess’s fault, right?”
A word, almost an insult, appeared and disappeared amidst the laughter. Words that hurt as if piercing the heart.
As always, my father and Conrad, who were far away, did not add a word.
“Indeed, Duke. What can be done? My fiancée is not ready.”
Leopold also agreed with the princess’s words.
Strangely, more than all of that, those red eyes worrying about me bothered me more.
When looking at where the words came from, it was so cold, yet the gaze facing me, which had been seen a few times, was warm.
It was funny. Just that one glance was enough.
All of this was annoyingly ticklish. Olivia slowly opened her lips.
“The first historical record of a knight’s vow was Liam Frantz, the first Emperor, and Empress Olika Frantz.”
In this situation, Olivia spoke more elegantly and calmly than anyone. Swirled in her aura, the nobles unknowingly closed their mouths.
Among the nobles who were asking why the history book came up here, the eyes of a few changed.
“The first Emperor, who marked the empire’s boundary and led the victory in the Aspaltelun War, embraced the Empress in his bloodstained armor.”
Olivia gently shrugged her shoulders. Leopold held Olivia tightly, but Olivia carefully removed Leopold’s hand with her gloved hand.
“It’s recorded that the Empress’s white dress, who prayed for the Emperor’s safe return, was completely soaked in blood.”
Leaving Leopold behind, Olivia took a step toward the Duke. Looking into my eyes until the end, Olivia smiled broadly.
“The Empress gave the Emperor a flower that she had dedicated to the altar, leaving only the gloves pure white.”
Everyone confirmed that Olivia’s white gloves sparkled in the brilliant chandelier light.
The Graces were right. Until the age of twenty, no knight had ever vowed to me.
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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