“What? What’s wrong with a kid being a kid?”
“Nothing. Isn’t there a reason for you to come at this hour?”
As Cryer’s gaze turned to Sugar, Olivia sent him an ambiguous look.
But since it seemed like his heavy mouth wouldn’t open again, she also looked at the child again.
“Sugar.”
“Yes.”
“There’s a reason I found you.”
“Yes. Please command.”
Although the reddened eyes didn’t calm down, Sugar confidently lowered his head, and Olivia gestured with her hand.
“I’m not here to give you a command. I have something I want to ask.”
“Me?”
In response to Olivia’s words, Sugar was startled, lifting his bottom.
Waiting for Sugar to calm down while looking at the child with a piercing gaze, Olivia opened her mouth.
“Do you remember when the stamp was engraved?”
Sugar tilted his head habitually, scratching the area near his ribs where the stamp was.
“Um.”
Furrowing his forehead in a serious contemplation for a moment, Sugar soon answered with raised eyebrows.
“Sorry. The stamp has been there since the moment I remember. So, since I was 3 years old.”
“3… years old?”
“Yes. There was already a stamp by then.”
“No, you mean you have memories from when you were 3 years old?”
“Yes? I…do?”
As Olivia unexpectedly asked him to clarify, Sugar became even more confused than before.
Something… Is something strange?
Knowing that he is not ordinary, Sugar rolled his eyes in bewilderment, and his eyes met Cryer’s.
At that moment, Sugar looked at him as if he were a drowning person catching a dry piece of straw.
And reading the child’s earnestness, Cryer, who had been keeping his mouth shut, spoke up.
“He’s a smart kid enough to remember from the age of 3. Moreover, he grew up in a special situation.”
“Ah…”
Recalling Olivia’s sigh at the life Sugar grew up avoiding the gaze of the ancient gods, she swallowed a short groan.
That’s right. The child in front of her had a narrower world than others.
It must have been extremely narrow.
Perhaps because there weren’t many memories to build up, it was natural for him to go over and over the memories he had.
Looking at Sugar again, Olivia replied with a renewed realization.
“Remembering from the age of 3, the Empire has many talents.”
“Ah, I’m sorry.”
The fact that the word ‘talent’ came out of the mouth of the noble itself was a tremendous compliment, so Sugar’s cheeks turned red.
The child, whose eyes, cheeks, and whole body became tense, quickly blinked his eyes at the sudden question.
“If so, do you have any special or strange reactions from your family regarding the stamp in your memories?”
Sugar’s eyes quickly scanned the past again as Olivia had expected.
As most of the child’s accumulated memories were repetitive daily life, the time to flip through memories was extremely short.
“Ah! Now that I think about it, my parents who discovered the stamp on me couldn’t believe it and checked it many times. I think that’s a memory from before I was 3 years old. In fact, it’s so vague that I don’t really know if it’s real…”
Adding to his blurred words, Olivia unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
If Sugar’s words were true, the parents did not ‘choose’ the child as a sacrifice.
And whether Cryer had realized that fact or not, his tightly closed mouth opened.
“So it’s the damn choice of the ancient god.”
“What?”
When Sugar curiously asked, Olivia shared a story with the child that was cruel and heartbreaking but contained a slight warmth.
The stamp was created by the garbage of the family, but the child’s parents never threw Sugar to the ancient gods.
“Ah…”
Sugar let out a short sigh with a whimper, habitually rubbing his own stamp.
The momentary pain, like being branded by fire from the stamp, rushed because of it.
Unlike Cryer, Sugar, who was not accustomed to pain, turned pale as if his face had been bleached for a moment, and cold sweat formed on his forehead.
Seeing the child’s condition changing rapidly up close, Olivia immediately opened her mouth wide to call a doctor, but Cryer stopped her.
“Is the stamp hurting?”
Sugar couldn’t open his mouth and just nodded, and Cryer looked down at the child with silent eyes.
The pain of the stamp. In his mind, as he examined the cause front and back, a vague assumption was drawing a blurry form.
It was so blurry that it seemed like he was searching for something’s tail in a fog, but…
“Hoo, hoo.”
And after a short time, Sugar, whose pain from the stamp disappeared, took a deep breath, and Olivia wiped away the cold sweat flowing down the child’s round forehead and pale cheek.
After organizing his breath to some extent, Sugar, who looked determinedly at Olivia, asked.
“Tell me.”
“Huh?”
“Can I ask you one thing?”
“Any number of questions is fine.”
Encouraged by Olivia’s wry smile, Sugar asked straight away.
“Is it strange to feel someone you’ve met not long ago like family?”
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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