“What are you going to do! Miss Annette is throwing a fit, saying she can’t go out in these clothes!”
It was clearly the nursemaid’s fault for losing the clothes, but she shouted, pushing the problem onto me.
“Quickly, quickly! If Miss is late to dinner, will you take responsibility?”
Ignoring the maids’ commotion, I opened the makeup table. Tap tap, the powder spread evenly on my smooth, fine skin.
‘Darius Inkheart.’
It was time to meet the main character of this novel.
Beautifully adorned appearance and new dress.
A back held straight and unbowed.
The dignified presence befitting the eldest daughter of the duchy.
I was beautiful.
“…Annette, sister?”
My younger brother, who usually ignored me, stuttered upon seeing me this evening. He couldn’t take his eyes off me.
I smiled at him mischievously, watching his face turn red.
Everyone at the dinner paid attention to me. I thought I heard murmurs.
‘Was Annette always this beautiful?’
‘She looks just like the late duchess.’
‘Right, the duchess was famous for her beauty before she died.’
“Annette Porshe, the eldest daughter of the Porshe duchy, greets all the distinguished guests present here.”
All eyes turned to me.
But all that was unnecessary.
Tonight, only the attention of one person mattered to me.
Darius Inkheart.
The main character seated at the end of the long table was my only concern.
He was the protagonist of this world and a person connected to my life.
“I am the last to arrive. I am Annette Porshe, Your Grace.”
I smiled brightly, ready to start a harmonious contract marriage life. And then I thought.
It’s ruined.
It’s ruined.
‘It’s really ruined!’
Flash.
The main character looking at me had a cold silver mask on his face.
‘I came to get married, at least show me your face.’
Nice to meet you. I’m asking in advance since I’m a short-lived extra, do you have any plans to kill me in the near future?
Even if I try to have a typical conversation, I need to see a face for it to work.
But a mask like that.
‘Did the duke wear a mask in the original story?’
In the original story, Annette, who was nominally his wife, died without ever really seeing the duke’s face.
What did that mean?
Annette had lived seeing only that silver mask from her marriage until her death.
“His Grace the Duke has been injured in the face, so please understand that he is attending with a mask. As it is difficult for him to speak with the mask on, I will convey his thoughts on his behalf.”
A subordinate of the Duke, with soft brown hair, explained on behalf of the Duke with a pleasant smile.
‘It’s hard to even start a conversation like this.’
If Darius continues to dislike me and sends me to the detached palace as in the original story, I will meet an assassin and die. Therefore, I was determined to prove somehow that I am useful to Darius.
To change the route.
‘It might be a small matter for Darius to bring a wife originally intended for the detached palace to his own castle, but for me, it’s a matter of life and death! It’s not for nothing that the extras in the novel can’t forget the grace they received from the protagonist.’
“That’s right. Thank you for coming all this way despite having to cover your face due to a serious injury. I can see the Duke’s generosity.”
Being someone else’s daughter, the Duchess announced the start of the meal indifferently.
The meal at the Porshe house, filled with rich ingredients from the southern region, was lively. Everyone laughed and chatted, enjoying the food, while the two who came up from the north remained outsiders.
‘At this rate, we’ll head straight to the original route without a chance to intervene.’
I kept glaring at the Duke’s silver mask with a resentful heart.
His tall stature, a gloomy atmosphere reminiscent of the northern winter, clothes made of thick northern fabric, and an imposing presence that made it hard for others to approach easily. The Duke was exactly like his character in the original story.
Even if it’s just knowing what kind of food the Duke likes, the tightly worn silver mask did not allow even a glimpse of his expression.
‘He’ll take off the mask at least while eating.’
Even if the subordinate speaks on his behalf, surely he wouldn’t have someone else eat his food for him.
Not just me, but others were also subtly paying attention to the Duke’s meal.
The table became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
The Duke scooped some soup. Then he brought the spoon to his mouth.
Drip. The soup that was lifted to his lips fell back into the bowl.
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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