She roughly pushed aside the blouse she was wearing.

Then she examined the scars carved like tattoos all over her body.

‘This is from the Heberni Valley War, this is from the Palail Mountains’ demon…… this is…….’

What Lucia was looking at was the unforgettable history and evidence of the past engraved on her body.

However, still.

‘It’s not there.’

The scar she was looking for was the last one obtained from the most ferocious and terrifying demon who had dwelled in these mountains.

The scar on the shoulder obtained by killing that demon was erased without a trace.

Her suspicions that she had somehow had grew larger.

She quickly opened the door and looked around the house.

“Co, Commander!? No, no, Leader! Even though I respect you, I cannot do such a thing…!”

Perhaps the halfopen blouse had exposed her breastbone, but Berl, who was waiting at the door, turned around with a flushed face.

Lucia, whether the boisterous man had any reaction, looked around the house with a serious face to confirm her suspicions.

It’s a familiar place.

So, did she not notice even though it felt strange?

As she expected, this place was the imperial training dormitory where she had spent nearly 20 years as a member of the imperial knight’s division.

‘…Is it really that?’

A strange word and story passed down in song by old bards wandering from generation to generation.

Regression.

“Berl, what year is it?”

Berl, who had been turning around in the corner, answered the commander’s question promptly.

“Ye, yes! Um… It’s the 5th year of the New Empire!”

The 5th year of the New Empire.

That year was the year Lucia became a Sword Master, right after the war ended.

Lucia sent Berl away, and with thoughts that were about to burst, she looked at herself with a blank mind like a stopped clock.

How long had she stood frozen in front of the mirror like that?

Time passed, and a ray of sunlight flowed in through the window, reflecting on the pale white streak dried on her smooth eye.

That awkward thing in her memory was a tear mark.

A single regret in the lanterns last night.

Just a small and white.

A very, very young child, still too young to be called a girl.

‘…Mother…?’

The faint words heard from the child’s mouth back then, and the small, bright golden eyes of the small child, became dizzy with the descending sunlight.

If her memory is correct, tomorrow she will be given the Sword Master level mission by the emperor.

The first step in the sacrifice of the saint that she regretted so much.

Had she finally realized the fate of the opportunity given by the heavens?

Only then did everything that had been floating in Lucia’s head begin to come together.
With a coarse touch, she wiped the moisture at the corner of her eyes, her determined will twinkling in her young eyes.

Late at night,

The 3rd training ground on the hill just behind the imperial palace.

Lucia was looking out the window there.

Specifically, she was looking at the brightly lit imperial palace below the training ground’s window.

“…….”

If she remembered correctly, she had to report the results of her training to the Emperor early the next morning.

And the task she would receive.

‘…A special task is such a thing.’

Before her return, there was nothing about the saint in the special order she would receive from the Emperor.

So, she just thought it was a task like secretly running away to take some noble person from some kingdom to the temple.

But it was an escort of the saint….

No, she felt disdain even to attach the word escort.

Because that path was the beginning of sealing the saint miserably.

‘That child with my own hands….’

“…….”

Wiping down her darkened face in silence, she seemed to shake her head to wake up.

‘I mustn’t repeat the sin of that day.’

Lucia looked straight at the paper in her hand.

That paper was a document secretly taken from the temple as soon as she came to her senses.

Lucia, who had become the commanderinchief and learned the location of the confidential documents.

Remembering that location, she went there once again and examined the saint’s sealing plan that had been carried out so far.

Indeed, there were more than 50 pages of documents containing quite a lot of information about the child there.

But, according to memory, there were seven saint candidates.

Perhaps among these many children, it seemed that the seven children who showed divine power had not been narrowed down yet.

Picking out the information of the real saint among them was not difficult for her, who had gone to fetch the child.

The contents of the temple’s prophecy were as simple as a heroic tale.

A prophecy that the saint would appear and solve everything.

Simple, but the reason everyone believed it was that the black contamination in the prophecy actually appeared as soon as it became a new empire.

That black contamination rotted the land, created a famine, and spread to threaten the end of the continent.

And the saint who appeared as prophesied.

The holy tree that appeared with her quickly restored nature, and it laid the foundation for a rich and peaceful empire.

It was truly resolved as prophesied.

But.

The truth was not all that.

The confidential document she saw after becoming the commanderinchief contained the original prophecy and precise information interpreted about the saint.

From the day the saint was born, the black hair, to the day of awakening.

She understood why the temple had hidden that information.

If it were known to the general public, it would be difficult to protect the saint.

But after confirming the subsequent records, Lucia despaired.

It was recorded that the saint was sealed in the tree of life to extract her life force.

…While she was still alive.

It was a dreadful truth.

Before she even got out of shock, Lucia had doubts.

Surely, according to the interpreted prophecy, there should only be the saint, not the holy tree.

So no matter how you looked at it, it was clearly something someone had planned and devised to steal the saint’s power for profit.

But the royal family, who would have benefited the most at that time, died young, and almost everyone in the temple was changed.

And there was no specific name written anywhere in the document.

All that was left to her in the vague truth was the fact that she, Lucia, had led the pitiful saint to her horrific death.

No matter how much she didn’t know, guarding the people satisfied with the death of the saint was something she couldn’t tolerate at all.

That was the real reason she lived her remaining life in solitude, all alone.

Lucia threw the paper with the real saint’s information written on it into the fireplace.
She had tormented herself over it for half her life, but the beginning of that affair had trivially turned to ashes and fluttered away in no time at all.

She put her hand on the sword at her waist and exerted strength.

Whether it’s will or fate.

Even if it’s nothing but a tedious trick of a god, it doesn’t matter.

If she could save that child now, and thus create an opportunity to wash away her own sin.

Lucia, with her determination solidified, took steps toward the place where the young Saintess was.

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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