The husband had woken up.
Daniel Johannes Lihart, the Lord of Duchy Utrehit, who had been unconscious for three years.
The castle physician, Anton, had reassured Frieda that Daniel had woken up safely.
The doctor had been unable to leave the bedroom for hours, meticulously examining the Duke’s condition and answering the incessant questions of the Molli family.
When he finally left the room, he was almost spent, yet Anton made sure to check once more if Frieda’s nosebleed had stopped.
Frieda, sitting up in bed, kept her gaze fixed on the Duke, and vaguely waved her hand towards the doctor.
“It’s okay, Anton. The cucumber herb you prescribed works well.”
“The cucumber herb does have the effect of stopping bleeding quickly, but it’s only a temporary measure. Please take your medication regularly, and absolutely do not go out to the fields for at least three days. You understand?”
Admiration overflowed from the doctor’s eyes as he observed Frieda.
Today, at noon, he had been dragged out to the fields without even being able to grab his medicine bag due to Ricardo, the head of the mercenaries who suddenly surrounded him.
The fact that he, who had been emptyhanded, was able to quickly stop the Duchess’ nosebleed with cucumber herb was all thanks to her.
Because all kinds of herb seedlings and medicinal plants had been planted on the land that the people of the territory had worked so hard to cultivate and groom.
The Lord of the Duchy Utrehit, located in the southern part of the Svergen Empire, was Duke Daniel Johannes Lihart, the emperor’s halfbrother.
However, in his territory, the Duchess ‘Frieda’s’ word was practically law.
For years, this land had been neglected under the indifference of Duke Lihart.
It was only after the Duchess arrived three years ago that it began to transform into a livable place.
Surrounded by the Altas to the west and the Lapas mountains to the south, Utrehit depended on Baimar to the east for all trade, as it lacked not only roads but even a nearby sea where a port could be built.
The climate was the only good thing about being in the south, as the duchy was a mountainous region with hardly any land to use for agriculture.
The people of the territory lived mostly by hunting and gathering.
Even though the winters were short, if they weren’t, they would all starve or freeze to death.
In the meantime, Duke Lihart, the lord of the territory, hardly spent any time in his domain as he was called to the royal palace and shuttled from one battlefield to another.
And for the past three years, he had been bedridden.
The Duchess was the one who didn’t give up on this barren land without a lord, and turned it into farmland over several years.
For that reason, there was no one in this place who did not respect Frieda.
Despite her assurances, the doctor asked worriedly as he gently touched the swollen bridge of her nose.
“Aren’t you in pain?”
“It hurts. It’s not like I was hit by anyone.”
Despite her pale, bloodless face, Frieda smiled brightly.
But as soon as she finished speaking, Ricardo Molli, the captain of the mercenaries guarding the duchy, turned around and shouted.
“What, who dares to lay a hand on our precious Duchess? If there’s such a scoundrel, I’ll tear their hands off.”
The booming voice was always a shock.
Frieda was so surprised that she flinched.
Seeing this, Dominic sighed deeply and pulled his father’s arm.
“Father. Lower your voice. You’re scaring the Duchess. She might faint again like last time.”
“Oh, my. Were you very scared? You’re not dizzy, are you?”
Dominic turned away, clicking his tongue at the sight of his father’s sudden shift to a soft, gentle tone.
Beyond his shoulder, Frieda caught sight of Duke Lihart’s furrowed brow.
His hair was getting in his eyes. The Duke huffed out a breath.
But when the ruffled hair fell back down and covered his eyes again, she heard him mutter, ‘Damn it.’
After expressing her gratitude to the doctor for his hard work, Frieda quickly sent him out of the room.
She turned back to look at the Duke through the gap between the tall Molli father and son.
His jet black hair and dark, burgundy eyes contrasted sharply with her own pure white hair.
Dominic said that when he gets angry, the red in his eyes becomes more vivid, as if filled with blood. Could it be true?
His body was robust and muscular, hard to believe that he had been lying down for years.
He was slightly thinner, but his solid body was no less than any of the Duchy’s mercenaries.
His appearance was so different from the blurred, indistinct figure she saw when he had his eyes closed.
With his eyes open, he looked nothing like the nebulous presence she had known.
Frieda’s gaze, once fixed on the Duke, did not easily waver.
At that moment, Ricardo, who had been keeping vigil by the bedside as soon as he heard that his lord had awakened, clicked his tongue at the sight of the Duke.
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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