Save Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
The Duke asked her once more, her eyes wide with shock.
“Hm?”
Gently upturned eyes.
Golden irises gleaming softly.
A low, melodious voice that sent shivers through her mind.
Everything about him was unbearably stimulating, so much so that Bianca couldn’t utter a single sound, even as the Duke drew closer.
No—she couldn’t even part her lips.
He tilted his head, standing so near that if she took even a slightly deeper breath, they’d touch.
Their lips might brush!
Bianca froze pitifully stiff, unable to breathe.
“Oh dear.”
The Duke, who had been staring at her as if trying to sear the image into his retinas, clicked his tongue briefly.
“Shall we go a bit slower?”
Though she still struggled to understand his words, Bianca quickly nodded.
Even for someone as seasoned in high society as she was, this cunning question—where any answer would land her in trouble—was a first.
“Alright, then.”
As Duke Valroc stepped back with a crisp reply, her breath finally unblocked.
The refreshing air flooding her lungs felt intoxicatingly sweet, and Bianca kept inhaling deeply.
Thus, she failed to notice the way the Duke across from her was gazing at her.
He had retreated only an arm’s length, yet his gaze was far more persistent and intense than when he’d loomed over her just moments before.
Well past noon.
As the shadow at his feet slowly lengthened, Marquis Elijah couldn’t bring himself to leave the deck, consumed by restlessness.
If they’d departed early in the morning—or even just in the morning—they’d have arrived long ago.
Yet, for some reason, neither Deborah nor Bianca had sent word.
“What on earth is going on?”
The water surged high, crashing fiercely against the ship’s hull.
The rhythmic splashing and the gulls’ cries filled the air.
Everything around was peaceful, yet only Marquis Elijah’s heart gnawed with inexplicable anxiety.
How long had it been like this?
“Marquis Elijah.”
The Marquis, who had been staring blankly at the coastline, jumped in alarm at the sudden figure behind him.
A stranger, calmly standing aboard a ship floating in the middle of the sea.
In fact, Marquis Elijah hadn’t even realized anyone was there until the man spoke!
“W-Who are you!”
“You’re waiting for Princess Bianca, aren’t you?”
The Marquis’s mouth, about to shout for his guards, snapped shut.
He couldn’t hide his dismay as he looked at the mysterious figure, whose entire body was wrapped in black cloth and clothing, revealing only his eyes.
This man knew everything.
He knew exactly why this ship had set sail.
Any clumsy attempt at concealment would only worsen his position.
Where had the secret leaked?
How had the Emperor found out?
It was too late to wonder now.
Marquis Elijah ground his teeth audibly before speaking.
“Who sent you?”
He asked, though he already knew the answer—it was merely a ploy to buy time.
Yet, on the deck, only two figures remained: Marquis Elijah and the stranger.
“……”
Only then did the Marquis recall he’d left his guards behind to get some fresh air.
He shouldn’t have done that.
As he bitterly chewed over his regret, the man before him bowed deeply.
“My apologies for the delayed introduction, Your Grace. I am Heliot, a knight in service to the Valroc ducal house.”
“Not the Emperor?”
Marquis Elijah gaped foolishly at the unexpected name.
“No, Your Grace. I come bearing a message from Duke Valroc himself. Princess Bianca has become the Lady of the North and departed for the Northern Territory today. She will not be boarding this vessel, so please do not wait for her.”
“Bianca—no, Her Highness—is heading to the Northern Territory?”
“Yes, precisely. By now…”
The man paused, glancing up to gauge the sun’s position, then continued cheerfully.
“She must have left a couple of hours ago. In roughly four hours, she’ll arrive at Warpjin. At the latest, she’ll enter the ducal castle before midnight tonight.”
“That’s impossible! Duke Valroc himself taking Bianca to the Northern Territory? It makes no sense!”
“His Imperial Majesty has arranged their marriage.”
“Who doesn’t see through that hollow excuse! Everyone knows it’s a scheme to sacrifice Bianca and slip away!”
“It is a gracious proposal for everyone’s benefit.”
Good heavens.
The Marquis felt utterly flabbergasted—and his neck stiffened—by the black-clad knight’s smug, unyielding words.
“If Bianca has already left, as you claim, why come all this way just to deliver the news to me?”
“Because if Your Grace remains here and gets caught in the fallout, Her Highness would be deeply distressed.”
“I’m hardly—”
At the Marquis’s protest, the knight in black gently curved the corners of his eyes.
“Do you realize, Your Grace? It was precisely because you launched this ship that Her Highness had to depart for the Northern Territory.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Valroc household knows of this ship—do you truly believe someone even more desperate wouldn’t have known as well?”
At the soft-spoken question, Marquis Elijah’s face twisted in agony.
Ah, Bianca.
“Your Grace’s desperate affection has become Her Highness’s shackles.”
“But I was so careful…”
“Your Grace may have been cautious, but he was desperate.”
Could they possibly let the sacrifice escape?
At the knight’s murmured words, the Marquis’s eyes narrowed sharply.
“How dare you!”
His bloodshot green eyes gleamed fiercely—but that was all.
The moment Bianca’s name was mentioned, the Marquis had long been frozen in place, as if leashed.
The knight, seemingly aware of this, remained calm and composed throughout.
“Please turn your ship around now. If the Emperor seizes any pretext for trouble, it will be Her Highness who suffers.”
“……Good heavens.”
Trembling violently, the Marquis collapsed gracelessly onto the deck.
“Good heavens, good heavens… He knew.”
His younger sister Sabrina had died after a difficult childbirth, leaving behind a tiny infant who, from the moment of birth, was loathed intensely by her father, the Emperor.
Hadn’t the Emperor been the one who fell instantly for Sabrina—a married woman—and even resorted to abduction to wed her?
Now that Sabrina had died in childbirth, to the Emperor, Bianca was nothing more than the enemy who had stolen away his beloved Empress—nothing more, nothing less.
Bianca’s life had been so horrifyingly tragic it was painful to witness.
Wouldn’t it have been better if she’d never been born at all?
It was that absurd, yet the thought came unbidden.
Because her entire life had been so dreadful, the Marquis had eagerly awaited Bianca’s coming of age.
Once she reached adulthood, he’d planned to rescue her from the Emperor’s grasp under the guise of “marriage” by any means necessary.
Yet now, the Emperor intended to use Bianca as a living sacrifice.
“Oh no, no.”
He’d stepped forward himself, unable to stand by and watch such a pitiful soul perish.
“What am I to do now?”
Instead of helping, he’d only become a burden.
The Marquis sank into deep despair.
“Return to your domain and seal your gates. Whatever happens next, ensure Your Grace does not become Her Highness’s weakness.”
The Marquis could offer no reply to the knight’s words.
* * *
“We return to the North.”
At Gillian’s command, the knights lined up in formation mounted their horses in perfect unison.
The sound of dozens of knights climbing into their saddles made their light armor clink softly.
“The Duke departs for the Northern Territory. Open the city gates.”
Then, the steward of the main castle stepped forward to see Duke Valroc off and began directing the scene.
At his words, every gate of the Imperial Palace—previously locked tight—swung open simultaneously, and even the outermost drawbridge, the final gate of the outer wall, began to move.
Krrrrr—the groaning of iron chains unspooling from the pulley sounded like rumbling thunder.
But only briefly—the drawbridge settled across the moat, and the Imperial Palace fell silent once more.
An eerie stillness blanketed the surroundings.
Ever since the fall of Rosebena Palace, the Imperial Palace had remained in this state.
No one mentioned the incident; no one stirred up trouble—only silence reigned.
Bianca, observing the scene through the carriage window, wore a subtle expression.
The entire Imperial Palace had crumbled, yet no one dared speak of it?
Bianca understood this silence all too well.
Submission.
Their mouths had shut of their own accord, crushed beneath fear.
Nothing within the Imperial Palace existed outside the Emperor’s will.
Not even this silence.
To see such abject cowardice in those who had spent a lifetime barking orders at her…
It was both laughable and hollowing—but above all, it filled her with self-loathing.
“How dare they!”
Even the cold-hearted ones who had never treated her as human were, in truth, merely people.
A chaotic storm of emotions pounded wildly against her chest.
“Huh.”
Just as Bianca sighed to steady her increasingly ragged breath—
“Oh, truly magnificent.”
Gillian’s voice reached her.
“At the steward’s single word, the drawbridge lowers instantly. The Imperial Capital as seen from the palace—what a sight.”
“I only wished to serve His Grace more comfortably.”
The steward, who had been trembling in fear of another violent reprisal, couldn’t hide his relief at the unexpected remark.
“More comfortably…?”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
“When we entered the city, it took a full hour for the drawbridge to lower.”
Back then, you must not have been here?
The last part was spoken softly, like a mutter, yet loud enough for those nearby to hear.
The atmosphere, which had softened slightly, instantly hardened again at Gillian’s pointed remark.
Through the gap in the carriage window, the steward’s face appeared pitifully pale.
“This gate, which opens instantly now…”
“That…”
“Took a whole hour.”
It was immensely satisfying to watch the steward—who had always treated Bianca with such arrogance—stammer helplessly before Gillian.
Yet, for some reason…
At that very moment, Bianca’s tears burst forth uncontrollably.
To think those who had tormented her all her life were such pitiful creatures.
To have spent her entire existence crushed beneath the weight of such worthless people.
She hadn’t wanted to cry, yet the injustice overwhelmed her, and her tears wouldn’t stop.
Thick droplets poured down like a sudden downpour.
She wept quietly for a long while.
Tap tap—the sound of someone knocking on the carriage window made her look up. It was Gillian.
“My Lady, is something the matter?”
“It’s nothing.”
It was a feeling too complex to explain.
She didn’t want to, either.
Gillian was an intelligent and gentle man.
He knew well when to press and when to wait.
The Duke, who had quietly nodded even at her clearly evasive words, suddenly bent down and pressed his body close to the carriage window.
“Then, it would be best to stop now.”
“Yes. Yes. I’ll stop now…”
“Your crying face is prettier than I expected, so I can’t quite calm down.”
What?
“W-What! Duke, how can you say such a thing!”
“I told you to call me Gillian.”
“This isn’t the time for that sort of talk!”
“And if it is that sort of talk, what changes? I’m the beast known as Termina’s Dragon. Isn’t courting my mate only natural?”
So, tell me—what are your preferences in men, by the way?
The tears, which had shown no sign of stopping, abruptly ceased at that very moment.
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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