The Monster Knight Wants Maternity Leave (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
You must look up at the sky to pluck the stars.
Of course, Lucia couldn’t possibly be the Holy Maiden’s mother.
Both then and now, Lucia believed the only reason the child mistook her for her mother was because of her black hair.
Because of a prophecy from a thousand years ago, the temple had been collecting records on black-haired holy maidens for hundreds of years.
Even in that temple, however, the list of people with black hair across this vast continent numbered barely over fifty.
Yet regardless of that fact, anyone meeting this child’s pure, wide eyes and hearing those magical words would surely feel, just once, the urge to become her mother.
“No. I’m not your mother.”
But, as expected, Lucia wasn’t that kind of person.
At her firm words, the child seemed deeply disappointed.
As if the lamp illuminating the child had been snuffed out, the sparkle in those golden eyes vanished instantly, plunging them into sudden darkness.
“But I came to rescue you. This place is dangerous—I’ll take you somewhere safe.”
Unaware of the child’s shocked reaction, she gestured for the child to follow, but predictably, the child didn’t move an inch.
Lucia was flustered.
Her plan had been simple:
Rescue the unfortunate Holy Maiden, secure a house on the outskirts, hire a trustworthy nanny, and hide the child away until she awakened as the Holy Maiden.
Considering she’d just returned this morning, she thought it wasn’t a bad plan.
But there was something she, lacking in certain ways, didn’t understand.
Even animals—creatures who couldn’t speak—needed trust.
‘…I see. She probably doesn’t understand words.’
She’d assumed, based on her flimsy plan, that the child would naturally follow behind her, but she’d completely missed the point.
Eventually, Lucia approached the child and reached out her hand as if to lift her up.
Then,
“…Annie must stay right here.”
The child, turning her head with eyes that seemed to have given up, muttered softly.
So it wasn’t that she didn’t understand speech.
What a relief.
“Annie can’t go. This is my place… If I don’t clean it, it hurts.”
Surrounded by the foul stench, Lucia hadn’t noticed before, but now she saw piles of excrement arranged methodically around the area—proof the child spoke the truth.
Yet in this enormous warehouse, such a task seemed far beyond what a child could manage; it barely left a trace.
But something else bothered her more.
‘Hurt?’
She recalled the Holy Maiden’s horrifying death from her previous life.
The Holy Maiden was a child sent by the gods.
No matter how delicate she appeared, records stated she possessed such resilient vitality that she could survive days without food.
That was why she’d been sealed for years within the so-called “Tree of Life”—a beautifully named but wicked tree—and still breathed.
Yet this child claimed to be in pain?
Lucia quickly pulled back the cloth wrapped around the child and examined her body.
The child resisted Lucia’s rough handling, but her feeble strength was no match for Lucia.
“No! No! It hurts, it huuurts…!”
It was strange.
Despite the child’s fierce resistance, Lucia lifted her and scrutinized every inch—but found no wounds.
Suddenly, a white light gathered in the child’s hand.
Trembling visibly, the child held out her hand toward Lucia with a pitiful, urgent gesture.
It was the third proof: divine power.
“This… this! No wounds now. It’s healing well. Over there… over there… don’t need to stay curled up anymore…!”
When Lucia held a lantern to the wall the child desperately pointed at, she saw a scattered whip and countless checkmarks etched into the surface.
“…!”
‘…I’ll tear them apart.’
A vein throbbed on Lucia’s otherwise fair forehead.
She couldn’t help but notice.
Those marks looked unmistakably like vile records made to test the child’s divine power.
Reality was far harsher than she’d anticipated.
Whips, loosened from repeated use, on such a tiny child.
At this rate, in her previous life, the Holy Maiden hadn’t just suffered at the moment of sealing—she’d endured pain her entire life.
Lucia’s usual poker face, unmoved by most things, twisted instantly.
“Tell me. How exactly did you end up here?”
Since the child understood speech, she must have grown up among people.
She’d hunt them down and make them suffer just as they’d made the child suffer.
The child, whose wrist Lucia gripped tightly in her agitation, seemed too pained to answer—only struggling to pull free.
But Lucia didn’t stop questioning.
“Where were you before? Who are your parents?”
At her intense questions, the child—who’d just been trying to escape—suddenly went limp, as if all strength had drained from her.
Lowering her head, she mumbled as if forcing the words out.
“…An orphanage. No mama… no papa…”
The child’s small chin trembled, and tears welled up in her sorrowful golden eyes, spilling over as if she could hold them back no longer.
“…”
‘…If she had parents, she wouldn’t have called me “mama.”’
How foolish.
Revenge mattered only to her—the one burdened with guilt toward the Holy Maiden—not to this child, already struggling under her wounds.
Only after prodding the child’s pain did Lucia realize her own thoughtlessness.
Once again, she reproached herself for her ignorance, reminiscent of how she’d handed the child over in her previous life without knowing anything.
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.
.
“I’m sorry.”
It was a long-overdue apology.
The rough hand gripping the child’s wrist went slack, falling limply to her side.
The child, freed abruptly, scrambled even deeper into the corner than before.
Watching the child sob in despair, Lucia grew troubled—she couldn’t leave without taking the child today, or worse things would surely follow.
Though she’d erased the child’s records from the temple, the smugglers tied to this place wouldn’t stay idle.
‘Either way, I have to take her with me…’
Normally, for someone as indifferent as her, it would’ve been simple.
It wouldn’t be hard for an adult to drag away such a powerless child without mercy.
But instinctively sensing this situation was different, Lucia stared blankly.
She stood there for a long while, listening to the sound of quiet sobbing echoing in her ears.
It was a sound she’d never heard in her own surroundings when she’d been alone.
She found herself comparing that sound to her own childhood.
Lucia’s childhood had been utterly unlike that of the young Holy Maiden before her.
She rarely cried, hid, or even answered anyone.
Though temperament played a part, her birth and upbringing likely had a greater influence.
Her mother had died giving birth to her.
And her living father hadn’t even seen her once before her coming-of-age ceremony.
The nanny and maids who acted as her parental figures were unusually silent, and raised in that dry environment, she’d grown numb to everything—like a doll.
She only realized this was wrong after joining the knights and living alongside comrades who showed her warmth.
But by then, she’d already grown too much to change.
Loneliness had become her habit; wielding her sword was the only sensation that reminded her she was alive.
So she’d given up on everything, waiting alone for death past ninety in some desolate place.
This child was both similar to and different from her—raised without parents.
In Lucia’s view, the fact that the child called her “mama” meant she still held hope for parents.
If so, perhaps unlike her lonely self, this child still had a chance to grow up normally.
‘A normal child…’
But the child was the Holy Maiden.
Realistically, it was difficult for a Holy Maiden to become an ordinary child under ordinary parents.
After all, even real families often abandoned each other when tempted.
Recalling the many ugly incidents she’d witnessed during wartime regarding family, she frowned.
Just then,
Lucia, who’d been standing still for a while, noticed the child’s black hair trembling slightly.
‘…Rare black hair. Five years of training. Age five…’
Seeing hair the same color as her own, an idea struck her.
With that single thought, the noise swirling in her mind vanished, and words began spilling out unbidden.
“I’m like you.”
After a long silence, when Lucia finally spoke, the child—face hidden—flinched in surprise.
“I grew up without parents. So I don’t know what parents are.”
At her confession, the child peeked at Lucia through the strands of hair covering her face.
“And I probably never will. But unfortunately, there’s only one way I can protect you.”
A special child needed special parents to keep her safe.
“That’s for us to become family.”
“…F-family?”
The young Holy Maiden blinked.
“In other words, I suppose I’ll have to become your mother.”
In her mind, only the strongest woman on the continent—someone like herself—could protect a Holy Maiden powerful enough to purify the black corruption threatening to destroy the world.
She extended her hand to the child.
It was an absurd proposal, with no clear reason.
No, it was practically coercion or even a threat.
Yet strangely, did her clumsy offer reach the child?
The child’s previously darkened expression began to sparkle again at the sight of Lucia’s pristine white glove.
But only for a moment.
After gazing at Lucia’s hand with shining eyes for a while, the child looked around at the birds and the filth on the floor, and her expression dimmed once more.
“…This is… my place.”
The child’s eyes held the pitiful look of a chained beast that couldn’t leave its spot, even with the leash undone.
Lucia let out a soft sigh.
Just then,
“Hey! The lock!”
“What? It’s broken!”
Rough male voices echoed from the warehouse entrance.
The child’s face instantly turned anxious—it seemed she recognized them.
Lucia immediately recalled the heavily scribbled wall and her expression hardened.
But if she eliminated them now for personal revenge, the child might fear her.
She clenched her teeth, suppressing her rising fury, and resolved to deal with them later.
As the men tried to enter, the birds inside their cages squawked wildly, flapping in panic.
The child, alarmed, clutched the cage protectively.
Apparently, if the birds made noise, the men took unpleasant measures.
Watching this, an interesting idea formed in Lucia’s mind.
“Child, would you open all the cage doors for me?”
“…?”
“When they open the door, the birds will fly wherever they want.”
The child blinked wide-eyed, confused.
To demonstrate, Lucia hurriedly began opening the cage doors.
When she shook the cages, the birds started emerging one by one with loud cries.
Just as the last bird flew out and the final cage door opened, the wooden beam blocking the warehouse door nearly shattered.
Amid the fluttering chaos, Lucia reached out her hand again to the bewildered child.
This time, her grip was firm—filled with the resolve never to let go.
The child stared fixedly at the hand offered before her.
Her eyes wavered, as if faced with a forbidden apple she knew she shouldn’t eat.
“Let’s go. Together.”
She pointed toward the birds preparing to take flight.
Just then,
The warehouse door burst open with a loud crash.
Countless birds immediately surged out through the opening, and the two burly men flailed helplessly as falling feathers blocked their vision.
In the commotion, Lucia pulled up her hood to hide her face.
“What the—!! Hey! Who the hell are you?!”
“What are you doing? Catch her! They’re expensive birds!”
Hesitating at the men’s shouts, the child finally gripped Lucia’s hand with all her strength.
“…!”
After a long, winding journey, Lucia had finally grasped the small hand she must never lose.
For the first time in ages, a cool smile touched her lips.
Gently lifting the child into her arms, she held her close.
Startled by the unfamiliar warmth, the child blinked in surprise.
Before that startled expression could fade, Lucia summoned an aura blade in her hand and, releasing her pent-up rage, slashed fiercely at the scribbled warehouse wall.
“Yaaah! Wha—what is this?!”
The ground shook as if struck by an earthquake, causing the men to crouch down and drop the birds they’d been clutching.
Lucia slipped through the gaping hole in the wall, leaping lightly onto the roof.
Behind her and the child, a magnificent sight unfolded: brilliant birds soaring freely toward the sky.
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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they’re so cute i’m gonna cry 😭😭 i adore them sm