Sorry, the Patricidal Tyrant Seems Beastly (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 3
“Are you, by any chance, with them?”
“……”
“No! I must have mistaken you for someone else. My apologies.”
The maids quickly gave up and left.
“Hey, let’s just go. Come here. Hurry up.”
Their surrender came even faster than expected.
Charlotte immediately understood why they had left.
The scent of blood was strong. The mark crossing his palm was a wound that hadn’t even fully healed yet.
He tilted his body slightly. Charlotte knew him well.
‘Crown Prince Deposed Benjamin Visenov’
The infamous traitor who murdered his own family and relatives, later becoming the Fifth Emperor who wielded the strongest imperial authority.
Some in society claimed Benjamin couldn’t ascend the throne because his support base was too weak.
That public opinion was half right and half wrong.
It was true his faction was weak—but he had slaughtered his own family and kin to seize the throne himself.
“Let go of my clothes a bit.”
Benjamin looked down at her and reached out his hand. His grip encircled her slender wrist.
“Do you really have no fear, coming here alone?”
With a light gesture, he removed Charlotte’s hand. Despite never having met her before, he showed no trace of caution.
‘Why?’
Benjamin spoke as though he already knew Charlotte.
“Aren’t you from the Windsor family?”
“……Is it that obvious?”
Benjamin reached out and removed her shawl.
“Anyone who sees that red hair and still doesn’t recognize you—that would be far more surprising……”
Crimson-red hair tumbled down in curls. Only after grabbing a handful of her hair did Charlotte realize.
Her veins ran thick with Windsor blood—the proof lay in the long, flowing red locks reaching past her waist.
“Your guardian is coming. Stop wandering around recklessly and go home.”
Benjamin left after saying only that.
Charlotte lowered her outstretched hand limply. As she turned around, the maid sent by the Windsors came running down the alleyway. It was Becky, the maid assigned by Aster as her companion.
“Miss! You gave me such a fright! What am I supposed to do if you suddenly vanish before my eyes?”
By the time Charlotte turned her head again, Benjamin was already gone.
She felt as if she’d been bewitched.
Charlotte stood dazed, staring beyond the alley. No one was there. Even his presence had vanished completely.
“What are you doing here all alone, Miss?”
“I thought I saw someone—but I must have been mistaken.”
Charlotte looked down at the bouquet in her hands.
She gripped it tightly, bending the chrysanthemum stems.
“Did he disappear?”
She silently swept her hair aside.
[This is the timeline separator]“What on earth did you do to your palm? The skin is utterly shredded. At this rate, you might as well just amputate your wrist—did you crush it that thoroughly?”
“Shut your mouth.”
Benjamin clamped a hand over the incessantly chattering man’s lips. Indeed, the damage was thoroughly shredded.
“I nearly lost my wrist because the Empress caught me by the tail.”
The Emperor lay bedridden, and the Imperial Palace had plunged into chaos.
Even while confined to his sickbed, the Emperor refused to relinquish power, burying his face beneath the Empress’s gown—a pitiful sight needing no further explanation.
“And now your forearm is shredded too? Before even inheriting the throne, your lifeline already seems dangerously frail. Is my concern unwarranted? That arm looks like a scrap of paper pulled out of water—utterly tattered. Did you plan to tear it off and discard it?”
“Why not just hold a funeral rite for yourself instead?”
At Roskella’s scathing sarcasm, Benjamin clicked his tongue.
Roskella served as his strategist, gathering intelligence from inside and outside the palace. Despite his immaculate formal attire, his tongue was sharp and crude.
Roskella grabbed whatever bandages were at hand and tossed them over. When lit by candlelight, the wound appeared deeper than expected.
While wrapping the bandage, Benjamin recalled the woman he’d just seen.
The hem of a red dress flickered before his eyes—a plain garment without a single lace trim. Perhaps that very simplicity made it seem even more somber.
A languid sense of unease enveloped him, as if thick, sticky mud were dragging him underground.
“Does the Windsor family have any other members besides the head and his two sons?”
“There was one more—Lady Colette Windsor, daughter of Lord Leandro. But I believe her funeral was held a week ago. Aside from that, I thought there were no other immediate family members. Of course, distant branches are another matter.”
Benjamin waved his hand dismissively.
“Since neither of them has children, it’s safe to say the direct bloodline is nearly extinct.”
[This is the timeline separator]Morning dawned—the day set for burying her mother’s ashes.
Charlotte stood before the tombstone and grave, tossing chrysanthemums onto the burial site.
“Goodbye, Mother.”
This would be her final farewell to her mother.
She watched intently as the urn was reinterred. Her bloodshot eyes closed gently.
I’ll remember it all. I’ll imprint every detail into my eyes, chew it over, and carve it deep into my mind.
She placed the chrysanthemums atop the urn. Then the servants scattered soil over it.
“Goodbye.”
The urn was fully buried. Her dry gaze followed the traces of her mother disappearing beneath the earth.
“Are you alright?”
Aster approached and asked her.
Was I ever alright? My feelings always came last, after all.
“Yes.”
If I say I’m fine, that’s madness.
“I’m fine.”
If she didn’t say that, her bottomless despair might soon be exposed.
I’m smiling because I’m fine.
So don’t you dare pity me. Even if I’m not alright before this grave, I must be.
That is Charlotte Tuteo.
The only comfort left to her—the one bearing the damned Tuteo name.
“Do you like your room?”
Aster well understood Charlotte’s predicament, having nowhere else to go. Thus, he arranged a room for her in the Windsor household.
In this regard, he resembled his late sister perfectly—his gaze alone could read right through a person, just like his sister’s brother should.
“The room is lovely. Thanks to your personal care, Uncle, I’m staying quite comfortably.”
“You resemble Colette—even in the ways you shouldn’t.”
“In what ways?”
“The kind of expression only someone who’s given up on themselves would wear. Whenever she abandoned something, she always had that exact look in her eyes.”
Charlotte swept her red hair aside and cast her gaze across the courtyard.
The Windsor gates swung open quickly, and an unfamiliar carriage entered the estate. It bore no markings. When a blood-soaked man stepped out, the servants groaned in dismay.
“Oh dear! Why must he show up like this again today…!”
“Your Highness…”
“Back again, drenched in blood. The head of the house will be furious once more. I’ll go inform him at once.”
He had just stepped down from the carriage. Dressed in night attire, he gripped his forearm and tore open his shirt.
“Miss.”
“What is it?”
“Shall I escort you to your room?”
Charlotte shook her head, declining the servant’s offer. Her gaze remained fixed on the familiar guest.
One entire side of his forearm was crushed. Skin torn by blades hung in tatters. She let out a small sigh of admiration.
‘Crown Prince Deposed Benjamin Visenov.’
Their eyes met. When his black pupils locked solely onto her, someone abruptly blocked her view entirely.
“Uncle?”
Aster moved her behind his back, hiding her.
“Where have you injured yourself this time, Your Highness? It seems you still don’t grasp the value of your own body—just as you never did as a child.”
Aster looked at Benjamin with mixed feelings, then hid Charlotte even more carefully. Yet, Aster still didn’t know.
Charlotte and Benjamin were already acquainted. Benjamin recognized her too. His gaze settled softly upon her, then slowly withdrew.
“We meet again.”
Benjamin offered her a brief, courteous greeting. It was Aster who was startled by those words.
“You know this child?”
“We’ve met once before…… Is she your daughter, Aster?”
“No. She’s my late sister’s child. She’ll be staying here from now on. Charlotte, go to your room.”
Aster bristled with caution, as if shielding a newborn chick from a weasel. Benjamin withdrew his gaze from her and met Aster’s eyes.
“I wonder—have I committed an unnecessary intrusion at this hour?”
“What intrusion? But good heavens…… Did you nearly sever your entire forearm?”
“I was ambushed. Mind if I receive treatment here before leaving?”
Charlotte observed Benjamin carefully and spoke.
“Your Highness, it seems treating your arm should come first. I suggest summoning the physician immediately.”
Uncle.
Her softly murmured voice faded quietly. We silently gazed at each other. Crown Prince Deposed Benjamin.
The man who would slaughter his entire family and kin to become the sole surviving bloodline of the imperial house.
And the Fifth Emperor, most despised by my own father.
Merely hearing his name would send my father into convulsions, spitting toward the palace and foaming at the mouth—the very source of his agony.
‘Hello.’
That man is smiling now.
[This is the timeline separator]She encountered Benjamin again that afternoon.
Strangely enough, he showed unusual interest in Charlotte. The reason, she soon realized, was her affiliation with the Windsors.
Benjamin seemed to have maintained close ties with the Windsor family for a long time. The way he entered their mansion as freely as his own home made that clear.
“Charlotte, was it?”
“Yes.”
“Indeed. Even at first glance, it’s unmistakable. Everyone in the Windsor family has such strong self-assurance. The moment their presence falters even slightly, they instinctively lift their chins high.”
Benjamin stared intently at Charlotte. His characteristic languid aura coiled around her like a serpent.
He was born with the innate bearing of a ruler. That serpent coiled atop the highest branch, wrapping its domain tightly within its own coils.
“Why do you stare like that?”
“Has your wound healed completely?”
“Eh. More or less.”
Ah. Now I understand why Father despised him so.
‘At this rate, it’s bound to feel awkward.’
There’s a person perched right on top of my head.
“You seem to be entertaining dangerous thoughts.”
Benjamin’s eyes flickered toward her as he spoke.
“What heated thoughts could possibly be boiling inside that narrow little head of yours……”
When their eyes met, Benjamin narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled.
Even she couldn’t decipher the emotion hidden within that smile. Honestly, it was difficult even to guess.
Benjamin wasn’t the type to reveal his feelings outwardly. He carefully gathered and concealed every emotion.
“What do you mean?”
“It means your forehead feels feverish—so cool your head down.”
Benjamin tapped her forehead with his fingertip.
“Your Highness.”
His forearm was wrapped thickly in bandages, yet even beneath the layers, his threatening aura remained unmistakable.
What was his current situation again? Was he under threat from the Empress’s faction?
“You said you were ambushed, yet your whole body is in shambles.”
“Ah, our family dog has a vicious temper. After playing along with its antics a few times, I end up looking like this.”
Benjamin was half-undressed.
“Where’s Aster?”
“The chief attendant called him away briefly.”
“He left you alone?”
“Of course, Uncle specifically instructed me not to get close to you, Your Highness—but I suspect I won’t be able to honor that request.”
When Charlotte smiled faintly, Benjamin pulled on his shirt and replied.
“Aster has brought in a remarkably unguarded niece.”
Benjamin studied her with an expression of quiet difficulty.
“Why that look?”
“That’s what I should be asking you.”
Charlotte reached out and gently touched her own cheek.
“What does my expression look like right now?”
His true nature leaned less toward calmness and more toward something murky and dark.
Benjamin possessed eyes as black as pitch. They were accustomed to hiding emotions, and even for her, reading the ‘something’ concealed within them proved difficult.
“You’re looking at me as if begging me to ruin you.”
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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