Anderson was an ardent, die-hard fan of Kasha.
How die-hard? So much so that he founded CASAMO.
CASAMO: short for “The Gathering of Those Who Love Princess Kasha.”
Anderson was not only the founder of CASAMO but also its leader.
Oddly enough, there was another co-leader—none other than Balt.
Anderson deeply resented this, but Balt, with his massive build and overwhelming authority, forced the position upon himself, leaving Anderson no choice but to accept him as co-leader.
Anderson, the Emperor’s aide.
His workload was so immense that others could only gape in disbelief.
Yet Anderson’s job satisfaction was at its peak.
‘Goodness, how could someone be this adorable?’
Being able to see Princess Kasha up close again today—could there be a greater honor?
Her plump, rosy cheeks. Her clear, bright eyes. Her wavy silver hair.
Loved by many and raised in warmth, Kasha had now turned three years old.
An age full of curiosity, where everything in the world seemed wondrous.
“Andersun!”
Kasha, nestled in Anastasia’s arms, spotted him and beamed with a radiant smile.
Witnessing this, Anderson was so moved that he clapped a hand over his mouth.
As Kasha giggled and waved, her silver hair swayed gently.
Anderson barely managed to calm his pounding heart before uttering in a firm, reverent voice:
“My Princess. Is there anything you desire? I shall scour the entire continent to bring it to you.”
Anderson would willingly give even his own life, if she wished it.
Anastasia sighed deeply, giving Anderson a look.
“If anyone sees you, they’d think you were her father.”
“My apologies, Your Majesty.”
“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. But could you please do something about my husband standing behind you?”
Feeling a sharp glare, Anderson finally turned his head.
Unnoticed until now, Kyle had approached silently and was staring at Anderson with icy eyes.
In the past, when he was known as Dietrich, he had been emotionless and indifferent to everything, but lately his expressions had become remarkably vivid.
‘Is this truly the power of love?’
Anderson’s eyes grew misty, and he quickly rubbed his nose.
Kyle ignored Anderson completely and stepped closer to Anastasia.
“Everyone seems overly fond of our daughter.”
“Well, what can I do? Kasha is just too cute.”
Kasha’s gaze landed on her father, Kyle.
She gazed blankly up at Kyle’s crimson eyes—so identical to her own. When she felt his eyes meet hers, Kasha pointed at him and said:
“Appa!”
Hearing his daughter call out specifically for him, joy overflowed on Kyle’s face.
“Yes. My beloved daughter.”
Kyle kissed Kasha’s cheek—an act Anderson could never dare to do, knowing full well he’d be beaten to death by Kyle if he tried.
Kasha seemed to enjoy the kiss, bursting into delighted giggles.
Kyle looked down at Kasha with tender affection and whispered softly:
“Kasha, you are the second person I love most in the world.”
“…Second?”
Anastasia was the one who responded. Now, just by looking at Anastasia’s eyes, Kyle could sense exactly what she was thinking.
Seeing her pouting at him, as if asking why she wasn’t first, Kyle smiled gently.
“…You know who comes first.”
“Who?”
“You.”
“No. Both you and my daughter should be first. There shouldn’t be rankings at all—we’re family.”
“You’re absolutely right. I was careless.”
Kyle had never once won an argument against Anastasia.
He was destined to lose to her every time.
Because he loved her with his entire being.
He loved his daughter madly, yes—but Anastasia was his entire world.
Kyle gazed at Anastasia with eyes brimming with love. His face, as he looked at her, dripped sweetness like honey.
“Oh! I just remembered I have tasks to attend to—I’ll take my leave now.”
Quick-witted Anderson promptly exited the office, claiming urgent duties.
Thud.
As the office door closed, Anastasia lowered her voice and whispered to Kyle:
“How about giving Kasha a little sibling, so she won’t feel lonely?”
“…A sibling.”
“Yes.”
Kyle gazed at Anastasia with calm, quiet eyes.
His healing ability had restored Anastasia’s body to perfect health, but health and childbirth were two different matters.
How could someone who had never endured the pain of labor possibly understand? Kyle recalled the moment Anastasia gave birth to Kasha.
During childbirth, Anastasia had suffered terribly, immensely.
Even as he poured healing energy into her, the agony remained. Why couldn’t pain be shared?
Seeing his wife cradling their newborn with joy, Kyle felt not just happiness, but guilt.
Thus, whenever he and Anastasia made love, he always took herbs that prevented pregnancy.
Herbs that kept her healthy—but prevented conception.
“We can keep her from feeling lonely ourselves.”
Kyle kissed Anastasia’s cheek and forehead as he continued:
“Kasha will grow up just fine—even without a sibling.”
“…”
“Even siblings who once got along may grow up to fight for power. I think it’s more important to raise Kasha well. Already so many people are eyeing our Kasha, after all.”
Kyle’s reasoning sounded quite reasonable.
But Anastasia understood exactly what he truly meant.
“…You really are just like a child sometimes.”
Anastasia smiled softly. Following her mother’s lead, Kasha giggled sweetly.
Warm sunlight seeped through the window, bathing the three people inside the office in gentle rays.
Kasha giggled at the tickling sunlight on her cheek.
“Kya!”
Kyle and Anastasia exchanged loving smiles as they watched her.
[This is the timeline separator]“She’s my little nephew. He wanted to come to the palace, said he absolutely had to visit once. He’s not usually one to throw tantrums.”
Balt, who normally came to the palace alone, had brought along his seven-year-old nephew, Twain Portman.
A boy with brown hair and eyes as clear as glass marbles.
“You mustn’t say anything unnecessary to the Princess. I’ll be watching you closely.”
“I won’t, Uncle.”
“Good.”
Kasha, as always, was nestled in Anastasia’s arms.
Twain looked at Kasha. Unable to tear his eyes away from her soft, babyish cheeks still plump with infant fat, he bowed politely like a proper gentleman.
“Hello, Your Highness. It’s an honor to meet you. I am Twain Portman.”
“Twaen?”
Kasha tilted her head. Her silver hair swayed gently with the motion.
At that tiny gesture, Balt clutched his chest dramatically, pretending his heart had stopped.
Anastasia shot Balt a disdainful look, though deep down, she couldn’t help but smile.
She didn’t mind that her only daughter was adored by everyone—after all, even she had to admit her daughter was overwhelmingly adorable.
“Yes, that’s right. Twaen.”
Twain had the skill to speak in a way that wouldn’t hurt Kasha’s feelings, despite her imperfect pronunciation.
“It’s truly an honor to meet you like this, Your Highness—especially as a member of CASAMO.”
Balt sharply tapped Twain’s arm as if to cut him off, but the words had already reached Kyle’s ears.
“CASAMO…?”
Kyle’s brow twitched slightly.
CASAMO—the Gathering of Those Who Love Princess Kasha.
CASAMO’s existence was supposed to be a secret. It was obvious that Kyle would be furious if he found out.
Balt, with a shameless face, quickly lied:
“Oh, it’s nothing strange, Your Majesty. CASAMO stands for the Gathering of Those Who Love Emperor Kyle!”
“…There’s such a thing?”
Kyle’s eyebrows furrowed deeply.
“Uncle, didn’t you tell him? You’re very active in the gathering that loves Princess Kasha…”
Balt frantically clamped a hand over Twain’s mouth, but it was already too late.
“Explain.”
Kyle’s cold voice settled over them like frost. Balt couldn’t bring himself to curse aloud in front of Kasha, but silently mouthed, “Damn it.”
As Balt nervously explained the situation to Kyle, Twain stepped closer to Kasha and spoke softly:
“You truly are adorable.”
“…Sarang?”
Though adored by many, Kasha was too young to fully understand the meaning of love.
“Yes. When I look at you, I can’t help but smile. Just thinking of you warms my heart. That’s what love is.”
Such words didn’t seem to belong in the mouth of a mere seven-year-old.
Kyle’s expression turned icy as he glared at Twain. For a moment, he feared this fox-like boy might steal his daughter away.
“Do you even understand love?”
“Your Majesty, I hesitate to speak, but seeing the Princess… I feel I understand love a little.”
“…What?”
Kyle narrowed his eyes. Watching him about to seriously argue with a seven-year-old, Anastasia couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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