A sound mind dwells in a healthy body.
This was Balt Portman’s motto. As always, Balt woke up at four in the morning. It was a time when all the servants were fast asleep.
Balt rose from bed and stood before the full-length mirror by the window.
The bright moonlight streaming through the window illuminated Balt. His silhouette, which at first resembled the shadow of a great tree, became sharp under the moonlight.
Brushing off his disheveled hair as if shaking out a mold, Balt gazed intently at his reflection in the mirror.
His steely gray eyes beneath rugged eyebrows gleamed fiercely.
The Adam’s apple under his firmly set jaw twitched. His bronzed upper body, covered in solid muscles, seemed impervious to even a needle.
Balt shed his robe and began to thoroughly examine his body.
Following the lines of his abdominal muscles, something large asserted its presence, proudly displaying its robust grandeur.
“Hmm!”
Balt, seemingly quite satisfied, curled the corners of his mouth. He had worried about muscle loss during sleep, but thankfully, there was little difference from before.
He looked very healthy.
But even so, Balt was not one to neglect training. A body could collapse in an instant if not maintained.
Balt casually draped his robe over himself and began to move. As he was about to leave the room, a familiar chessboard caught his eye.
“…Ileon.”
Balt softly murmured the name of his deceased friend. Despite playing over a hundred games of chess, he had never once beaten Ileon Gredrick.
Among the people Balt knew, Ileon was the smartest. Yet, Ileon could not foresee his own tragic fate.
If he had knowingly pursued the throne despite such a miserable end, Ileon was not merely smart but an utterly foolish idiot.
“Stupid fool.”
Was it so hard to live content with the life given? To Balt, who saw things straightforwardly, Ileon was a perplexing figure.
A person with a gentle face who disarmed others only to betray them.
“Worse than trash. You deserved to die.”
Though Balt hurled insults, he couldn’t bring himself to discard the chessboard. Everything touched by Ileon in this world had been burned or vanished.
Except for that chessboard, sitting on one corner of the desk.
Balt irritably lifted the chessboard and then set it back down. Having been untouched for so long, a cloud of dust rose into the air.
The bed and mirror were spotless, but the chessboard, which Balt had forbidden anyone to touch, looked like an ancient relic.
Something out of place among the other objects. In this light, the chessboard resembled Ileon.
“No, perhaps Ileon resembled the chessboard.”
Balt frowned, thinking his own thought was utterly foolish.
“Who cares. That guy’s already dead.”
Balt muttered to himself as if to steel his resolve. His coarse language made people fear him. No, even without speaking, people feared him.
“Is it these eyes of mine?”
His father had once jokingly said his fierce eyes could make even a wild beast flee.
Those who didn’t flinch upon first meeting him were few and far between. It irritated him how people trembled like frightened dogs, even when he’d done nothing.
Most people, men and women alike, couldn’t even meet his gaze.
“Oh.”
Come to think of it, there was an exception.
Celia Brillion.
A woman who not only didn’t avoid his eyes but responded to him nonchalantly.
It turned out she was the princess of a fallen kingdom. No wonder her eyes were so alive.
She had become the most revered woman in the empire, the Empress. She now lived under her original name, Anastasia.
Word was that she lived happily with Dietrich Calypso, who had become the Emperor.
For some reason, it left a bitter taste in his mouth.
If someone asked Balt if he liked her, he wouldn’t quite say yes.
She was too frail and delicate, making those who saw her feel uneasy.
Moreover, she was married, and recently…
“She gave birth to a daughter.”
It was a child born exactly three and a half years after she became Empress.
Many celebrated the arrival of the new life.
Balt rarely visited the palace, as it reminded him of Ileon. But he was very curious about what their daughter looked like.
“…Should I go see?”
At that moment, Balt had no idea that his curiosity-driven visit to the palace would mark the beginning of his obsession with the princess.
“What brings you to request an audience?”
Balt stared intently at Dietrich, no, Kyle, who wore an impassive expression.
The red eyes beneath his black hair looked at Balt as if he were roadside weeds.
In the past, Balt might have called him arrogant, but the emperor’s crown suited Kyle so well that Balt answered obediently.
“It seems the role of Emperor suits Your Majesty perfectly.”
“If the Duke doesn’t do his job, someone has to.”
Balt chuckled at Kyle’s words. Pulling something from his pocket, he grinned.
“I’ve brought a gift, wishing good health for Your Majesty’s daughter.”
The gift, presented as a wish for health, was a small sword. The black blade in its silver sheath looked impressive at a glance.
A faint crease formed on Kyle’s brow. His aides and attendants nearby wore shocked expressions.
“A woman should wield a sword well. That’s what my mother told me.”
Balt rubbed his nose and handed the sword to Kyle.
“My daughter is barely one year old.”
“Can’t she hold a sword even at one?”
Kyle thought Balt was joking. But seeing the fiery intensity in his eyes, he realized it was serious.
“The audience is over.”
Kyle waved his hand as if shooing away an annoying fly. When Balt stood there blankly, Kyle’s men dragged him out of the audience chamber.
Bang!
Balt stared at the closed door with a dazed expression.
“I went through the trouble of preparing a gift, and this is the treatment I get.”
Balt didn’t even consider that choosing a sword as a gift might be the issue.
“Hmm.”
Still, returning empty-handed after coming this far would bruise his pride.
“I should at least meet Her Majesty the Empress.”
Balt glanced around.
Pretending to leave the palace, he quietly followed the knights and attendants.
Unaware that someone was glaring at him with menacing eyes.
It was the moment Balt turned the corner by the fountain and statue.
“Balt Portman.”
“Argh!”
Startled by the voice from behind, Balt let out a shout.
There stood Emperor Kyle, staring at him coldly.
“How can you approach without making a sound?”
“The audience is over, yet who are you looking for in the palace?”
Balt sensed the murderous intent in Kyle’s eyes.
If he didn’t speak the truth, he might not leave alive.
“Could you tone down that killing intent before speaking?”
“Tell me the real reason you came to the palace.”
“…”
After a brief silence, Balt rubbed the back of his neck and answered.
“I don’t even know the name of Your Majesty’s daughter yet.”
“…And?”
“I came because I wanted to see her. I was curious.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
Balt nodded. Kyle, seeing his sincere expression, withdrew his hostility.
“Follow me.”
Kyle turned and began walking.
Balt felt a faint sense of defeat, noting how Kyle’s back seemed even broader now.
Kyle stopped in front of a door. The intricately carved door seemed to proclaim the presence of someone noble inside.
“Duke, wait here.”
Knock, knock.
Kyle politely knocked. Balt wondered what place required even the Emperor to knock, when a woman’s voice came from beyond.
“Come in.”
Only after hearing permission did Kyle open the door.
The door closed in front of Balt. He stood there awkwardly.
Laughter and joyful chatter came from inside the room.
Balt’s jaw dropped at Kyle’s hearty laugh.
“That guy can laugh like that?”
It was hard to believe this was the same man who had exuded hostility earlier.
The man and woman talked for a while longer before the closed door slowly opened.
“You may come in.”
With Kyle’s permission, Balt hesitantly stepped into the room.
In the large room, the beautiful Empress sat on a red sofa with a gentle smile.
In her arms was something small, wriggling.
It was a baby.
A tiny head wrapped in a blanket entered Balt’s view.
“Duke, it’s been a while. Our daughter’s name is Kasha.”
Anastasia smiled brightly, showing off the baby in her arms.
“Your Majesty, if it’s not rude, may I see her up close?”
“Of course.”
With her cheerful consent, Balt stepped forward, despite feeling Kyle’s disapproving gaze, and looked closely at the baby.
“Princess Kasha, hello?”
The baby, giggling in her mother’s arms, looked at Balt upon his greeting.
Kasha, staring blankly at Balt, suddenly gave him a radiant smile.
Truly adorable. How could such a precious creature exist in this world?
That was Balt’s impression upon seeing the baby.
His expression softened infinitely.
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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