In the center of the room, a woman was sitting squarely on her backside.
Her gaze, which briefly met the woman’s, circulated around her once more.
…Was there a war?
‘What is this mess?’
She was lost for words in this chaotic scene that she had never seen before.
Lamein scanned the surroundings with her violet eyes, just like herself.
She, who was scanning the floor with her eyes…
“Uh… so… Se…”
She stumbled over her words as their eyes met.
Why is she like this?
As she looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes, Lamein’s lips opened wide.
“Ah. So… Honey!”
…Again, she’s doing it again.
At the familiar term of endearment that he had heard only once before, Cedric’s shoulders jerked.
“Honey. Already… Uh!”
As if flapping like a bird, the woman began to rise.
Thud.
“Ah!”
She let out a short scream and plopped back down on the floor.
“Lamein. What on earth are you doing?”
He couldn’t help asking as he watched.
“No. I stepped on my dress and…”
She timidly gathered the hem of her dress that had spread out like a flower on the floor.
“Is it already time to go down? Se…dric?”
Lamein managed to steady herself and stand up.
“I didn’t know it was already this late. Hahahaha.”
And she stretched out her mouth, spitting out a laugh that even she found awkward.
Once she focused on something, she had a hard time pulling herself away.
She had quickly forgotten that Cedric was coming.
‘But why do I keep forgetting that guy’s name.’
In her panic at the unexpected arrival of a man, she called him ‘honey’ again.
‘There’s no problem with calling my husband honey.’
Even after thinking it over, it was much better than calling him ‘old man’.
“What on earth is all this?”
He scanned the chaotic space where he couldn’t find a place to step.
The wideopen parasol filled the room.
“Ah. It’s nothing.”
It’s nothing, but it’s a mess like this?
He looked at his wife, who was awkwardly laughing while buried in a variety of colored parasols, with a bewildered eye.
“Count. You’re here… Oh my! Ma’am! Why did you open all these?”
At that moment, Jane, who appeared behind Cedric, had her eyes wide open in surprise.
“Ah… I was looking to see if any of them were broken.”
“Really? Then leave it to me!”
She had asked for all the parasols to be brought to her, and she had turned the room into a mess.
While the two were standing there in confusion, Lamein quickly opened her mouth.
“Cedric! It’s almost time for everyone to arrive! I’ll be ready in a jiffy! Just wait a little longer! Jane. Please prepare the dress!”
“Yes. Ma’am.”
As Jane hurried towards the wardrobe, Cedric, who was once again scanning the floor, turned and left the room.
“Ma’am. Please leave such things to me next time.”
Jane said as she took out a dress from the wardrobe.
“Jane. If I go to the city store, I can find parasols smaller and lighter than this one, right?”
Lamein asked a question without answering.
“Smaller and lighter parasols? I suppose we could find them. But why?”
“Huh? Just because. It’d be nice to have something a bit lighter.”
Jane approached, examining Lamein’s face which was smiling mischievously.
The parasol on the floor was knocked by her foot and rolled on the floor.
“The carriage has arrived nearby. I think you should hurry.”
The room was a mess, but preparations to greet the Duke and Duchess were urgent, so Jane didn’t ask any more questions and hurriedly moved.
A moment later.
Bam.
At the sound of the door opening, Cedric, who had been leaning against the corridor outside Lamein’s room, slowly raised his head.
“Cedric. I’m sorry to keep you waiting.”
The woman in a deep winecolored dress approached.
His eyes, which were softly watching, slightly narrowed.
Below her dazzling golden hair, a slender neck, and below that, the skin exposed was as clean and white as untouched snow.
His gaze, unintended, slowly swept over her.
The pose of the dress made by her body, which was slender yet had beautiful curves, was not just dazzling, but enchanting.
He could understand why so many nobles were so attached to her as if they were willing to dedicate their lives to her.
“……Cedric?”
Under her gaze, as if questioning why he was standing idly by.
“Let’s go.”
Cedric quickly averted his gaze and took a step.
Cedric, who had been walking down the corridor side by side, glanced at Jane, who was following them a while later. Then.
“My parents have already heard that you have fainted.”
He brought up the poisoning incident, a story he had never broached before.
Lamein slowly raised her drooping eyelids.
She turned her gaze to the man walking straight ahead.
“Do not speak of that matter. I will provide the answer.”
Her voice was as firm as her determined gaze.
Lamein, who had been looking absently, slowly opened her mouth.
“Cedric. Do you know who planned this?”
Curiosity rose at the action of trying to cover up without saying anything.
“Why? Did you carry out this play on your own?”
“What if I did?”
“Even so, nothing changes. I don’t want any noise in our relationship.”
The Villainous Demon Lord Laid an Egg for Her (Female-Dominated)
Several months after transmigrating into a book, Yu Wu found herself facing the demon lord Li You, who could no longer conceal his dragon horns. With one hand on her aching waist and the other gripping a sharp sword, she stared at him.
The demon lord’s eyes were red with fury:
“This is all your doing! Today, I won’t rest until I kill you!”
Yu Wu rubbed her temples. Putting aside the taboo against bloodshed during pregnancy, wasn’t it this very man who willingly walked into her trap that day?!
Warnings:
- Male pregnancy.
- Height ratios are set to mirror typical male-female height proportions.
- Characters include a foot-loving demon lord and an eldest daughter from an immortal family’s concubine lineage.
