Thus began Noche’s curse. A threat and a calamity that started 300 years ago, the most dangerous and malicious in the world.
“To utilize the curse, you need the cooperation of the Night Clan, and contacting them is dangerous even for the nobility. Is there anyone around who would risk cursing Evie?”
“Other saint candidates, noble loyalists, or men who confessed to me and got rejected.”
“There are many suspects.”
“It seems better to have more of everything as you grow up.”
At Evie’s teasing, Dias’s eyebrows twisted downwards.
Such a calm attitude even when afflicted with an unknown curse. Suspicious, Dias asked,
“Are you alright?”
“No, I’m just pretending to be fine. I cried all night.”
Silence followed for a moment.
“Ah!”
Dias screamed and pulled his hand from Evie’s chin. She had bitten his thumb, uncovering his lie.
When Dias looked at her in surprise, Evie warned him with an innocent smile, as if she hadn’t bitten him.
“Please refrain from unnecessary questions.”
“Why vent your anger……”
Dias grumbled, shaking his numb hand, but Evie pretended not to hear and sighed.
“I’m too upset, getting caught by such a curse……”
“The basic principle of a curse is the realization of weakness. In other words, your weakness is the exposure of your true nature, and the revelation of hypocrisy.”
“……Thank you very much for the kind explanation.”
At the butler’s sharp response, Evie suppressed a chuckle. But Dias calmly added,
“To be cursed like this, two months before the selection of the saint, the person who requested this curse seems to want to prevent Evie from becoming the saint.”
“It seems so.”
Evie nodded weakly at the butler’s speculation.
As Dias said, the next saint would be decided in two months. So, of course, the saint candidates had to be cautious and careful until then.
But due to a sudden curse, Evie had embarrassed herself in front of the great nobles at the banquet yesterday. It was a situation where she couldn’t complain even if she was disqualified as a saint candidate.
As Evie recalled yesterday and pressed her forehead again, Dias casually asked,
“Why did you do that to Count Zion Laurel?”
“I was minding my own business when that damned man started it. …No, don’t, Evie. Don’t do this.”
Evie grumbled unknowingly and hastily shook her head.
Damned man, damned man from the mouth of a saint candidate.
Evie slapped her mouth with her hand, then explained again in a calm voice,
“……That was an unfortunate accident. But if I must assign blame, I think Count Zion Laurel is the one responsible.”
Evie spoke and looked off into the distance, then remembered yesterday’s events with a distant expression on her face.
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Yesterday, sweet minuets flowed through the ballroom.
The space, sculpted from marble, gleamed on all sides, and the neverending supply of alcohol and food drew the admiration of gourmands.
In that luxurious social setting, the charming candidate for the holy maiden, Evie Ariate, was going around in a watercolored dress, exchanging greetings with people.
Evie’s sparkling smile was very cute. But it was only a wellmade pretense; in reality, it was filled with sinister calculations.
‘There won’t be such a big party for a while. Let’s make as many impressions as possible today.’
Facing the selection of the holy maiden, Evie had no leisure even on that day for managing her reputation.
The symbol of hope, the holy maiden, was an honor bestowed on one of the most outstanding girls among those who purified water at the ‘Manyanya Tower.’
Tiendabis’s underside is empty, so water runs out quickly. Therefore, at the Manyanya Tower, seawater was regularly purified to prevent drought.
The girls who purified the water at that time were special ones blessed by the deity, and Evie was the most talented purifier among them.
Therefore, everyone talked as if the next holy maiden would obviously be Evie Ariate, but no one could be certain of the result.
‘After all, the final decision is made by the previous holy maiden and the great nobles.’
No matter how talented, if the previous holy maiden and the great nobles oppose, one cannot become a holy maiden.
In the end, skill is merely a qualification to stand on trial, and what confirms the holy maiden is reputation and connections.
Evie, knowing Tienda’s ecology well, was skillfully going around today to win the favor of the nobles.
But a sudden exclamation from somewhere caught Evie’s ankle, which had been smoothly progressing.
“My goodness, is that Count Laurel?”
With that uproar, the friendly atmosphere of the ballroom became excited.
The nobles who had been exchanging refined conversations or savoring the cuisine all looked in one direction at once.
So Evie turned her head too and discovered a man surrounded by people there.
And unknowingly, she stopped breathing.
He carried brilliant golden hair like a halo. His superior height and shoulders exuded an unapproachable dignity, and his handsome face captivated attention even from afar.
He was a man with an overwhelming presence, as if a scene from a holy painting had been ripped out and placed there.
‘That man is Count Laurel……’
Evie repeated the man’s name without hiding her admiration.
Although she was seeing him for the first time, she already knew quite a lot about him.
Zion Laurel. The halfbrother of the great noble Laurel Duke and the CommanderinChief responsible for the stability of Bys.
Ruling Tiendabis was the duty of the House of Laurel, and among them, protecting the subcontinent Bys was a destiny given to the second son of the family.
So Zion Laurel, the younger brother of the Duke of Laurel, had gone down to the subcontinent as a commanderinchief to oversee Bys from his seventeenyearold boyhood.
And he had performed his duties flawlessly and never returned to Tienda again.
Even during important seasons, even during regular vacations, he continued to stay only in Bys. Even if his brother, the Duke of Laurel, called for him, it was the same.
But after a full seven years, for some reason, the count broke his long silence and returned to Tienda today.
Today’s venue was a welcome party prepared by Duke Laurel to receive the count.
‘I’ve heard he’s great, but he really has it all.’
Evie nodded involuntarily, looking at the count.
Born as a great noble, talented, and with such a handsome face, indeed, the world is full of injustice.
Evie thought so and felt the sudden change in the atmosphere of the ballroom.
Just a moment ago, this place was a social venue where nobles flaunted their friendships, but now everyone’s minds were taken by the count.
The distinguished nobles twisted their bodies around the count, trying to speak to him, while the relatively lowranking nobles could not even approach him, rolling their feet in frustration.
And in the center of it all, Count Zion Laurel stood, seemingly unaware that he was the protagonist of the banquet, keeping a cold distance from the people without accepting anyone’s greetings.
“He doesn’t seem to be sociable.”
Even though Evie thought this was a flaw, she realized that it was not a flaw but a privilege and swallowed her laughter.
Anyway, due to the appearance of that big shot, Evie had no choice but to take a break from what she was doing.
Approaching the nobles now would only result in harsh words, and if she dared to approach the count, she would clearly be glared at by the nobles who had been flirting.
So Evie decided to slip away discreetly, but the actual situation dragged Evie in the opposite direction.
It started when the count’s gaze fell on Evie from a distance without any sign.
The count, having spotted Evie among the people, stared at her.
No, he glared at her.
As if to devour her, as if to say he had been looking for her.
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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