“It seemed clean.”
“What?”
“Your record. There’s no sign that you were taught separately in the Elandria Duchy, or any noble family of the Empire. It seems you were raised in a rural village from birth, just as you always claimed. But your parish priest must know less sacred language than you.”
“Our priest knows sacred language quite well.”
Neris, at a loss for words, simply snapped back. She wanted to see Cledwin’s face. It was already difficult to deal with him, but not seeing his expression made it harder.
I shouldn’t have come.
“If you want, come here. Let’s talk face to face.”
Stung by his words, Neris hesitated silently. A moment later, she made up her mind.
Walking a few steps, she leaned against the bookshelf and turned her head, looking up at Cledwin, who stood diagonally from her.
He was leaning against the bookshelf with his arms crossed, looking down at her. To Neris, who was much shorter, his head seemed to touch the ceiling.
“You didn’t call me over to kill me more easily, did you?”
“Why did you come if you think so?”
“If you decide to kill me, I wouldn’t not run away.”
Cledwin slightly lifted one corner of his mouth.
“Asking a question to which you know the answer, to see the reaction of the other party. You learned well.”
Neris’s purple eyes sparkled coldly.
“Shall I try poison as well?”
She had met quite a few troublesome people in her diplomatic work, but Cledwin seemed to be among the most challenging.
Could it be that her memories of adulthood had made her complacent? Neris paid attention to her facial expression, thinking that it might be the case.
“What does it matter?”
Cledwin was still smiling. He didn’t give Neris a break and brought up the main point.
“Tell me what you want from this school.”
“What?”
Neris frowned at Cledwin suspiciously. To others, her face might have looked amusing and adorable, like a child imitating an adult’s worried expression.
Cledwin looked at that face with his dazzling grey eyes, like diamonds, for a while.
“There are many things. Academics are important, of course.”
Neris answered evasively after a moment.
His gaze had an irresistible majesty. Not even Abellus or Princess Kemail had such a perfect commanding eye. It was strange that a lone heir of a great dukedom who had been alone since childhood had more majesty than the royal family.
“Really?”
His dark eyebrows, like the night sky, were raised.
“Shall I hire Henri Voltaire as your teacher?”
“Sir Voltaire is already teaching me.”
“No, as your personal teacher. You understood.”
Neris’s eyes widened. She was astonished but tried to read the hidden intent behind the superficial words. Cledwin looked down at her with satisfaction.
“Why?”
“Because you want it.”
“No, why would the senior want to do such a thing?”
“I need talent, that’s why.”
Yes, satisfaction was right. Neris was sure. His smooth smile revealed pleasure.
“Talent? You think a twelveyearold like me is the talent needed by the future Duke?”
“Otherwise, why would I have come to meet you here?”
Neris’s mind was busy. She had clearly acknowledged it.
She needed protection. Something to guarantee at least her own safety, and her mother’s safety if possible.
But could she trust Cledwin?
If she was wrong, she might end up working to death for others and be abandoned to die, just like before she returned. There was no way she had the ability to manipulate the future Duke.
At least not now.
“Think about it.”
Cledwin took his back off the bookshelf and bent his waist. His beautiful eyes, now at a similar height, held Neris’s gaze for a long time.
Black, long eyelashes cast shadows on crystalclear irises and ivorylike cheeks.
“Neris Trued, a ruler always needs people. If something urgent arises, come to me. I will treat you according to your worth.”
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If the freshmen were asked to pick the child they most wanted to befriend from the same grade, the answer would be unanimous with a few exceptions.
The Duke of Likeandros was wealthy and had a deep history. There were great ancestors, and incredible treasures rolled around carelessly. Freshman Megara Likeandros was the essence of such a Duke’s family.
To Angarad Nine, this beautiful peer was an object of admiration. In Nine’s Baronry, not only gazing but even imagining the highestgrade purple silk dress and frilled hairband was like a heavenly treasure.
How great it would be to be friends with such a child.
It had been a thought Angarad had harbored since first enrolling in school.
Of course, Megara had no reason to be friends with her. But who knows? Such a fabulous child like Megara already had plenty of affluent and highranking friends, so she might need a friend of lower rank who obeys well.
But actually, while having tea alone with Megara, Angarad could not feel happy.
“I, I can’t do it.”
“Why?”
In Megara’s luxurious dormitory reception room, there were only Megara and Angarad, except for the maids and attendants. Megara tilted her head as if she really didn’t understand.
Angarad’s fingertips grew cold.
She had followed the previous instructions to put a spider in Neris’s bag. Since Neris had made Megara upset, and touching the insect and startling her would be sufficiently rewarded.
Maybe it could even make Angarad’s adaptation to school easier.
But at that time, Neris had clearly touched the spider but acted as if nothing had happened. If it had been someone else, they would have undoubtedly dumped the bag and made a scene. The calm atmosphere would have vanished.
Aren’t insects disgusting? To Angarad, Neris was disgusting enough.
A strange child.
Many children admired Neris, but since Angarad had known her since childhood, she did not have such feelings.
Rather, it was really strange. The small Trued mother and daughter in Rohez didn’t even have the money to invite a freshman to learn to study, which Neris knew best.
But as soon as she enrolled, she surpassed everyone.
In Angarad’s view, it was not only strange but also uncomfortably bizarre, therefore even wrong.
If Megara had been the top among all freshmen, it would have made sense. Everyone would have thought it natural and congratulated her. The education from childhood was different, and the lineage was different. But a lowranking knight’s daughter?
Neris’s childhood in Angarad could be faintly recalled. There were not many children of her age in the Baronetcy of Nine, and so he remembered being happy when Neris became a playmate. Only a vague image of those childhood days remains.
So he tried to get along well, holding back his displeasure.
But Neris coldly refused the hand extended to her. Such a wicked girl.
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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