To The Eternal Knight (2 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 4
“Oh, wait a moment, Alejandro. Let’s get the titles straight first. You understand, right?”
The word that always sent a chill through her heart was now firmly rejected. Nerea waved her hand innocently in front of Alejandro’s eyes, her expression perfectly calm.
Judging by the faint ache she felt, it seemed yesterday’s training really had been quite intense after all.
But that was something Alejandro would never know.
“I’m not a knight anymore. I can’t…”
“…”
“I can’t hold a sword.”
At her quiet words, Alejandro’s eyes flashed sharply. Yet Nerea spoke as casually as ever, seemingly unaware of the gaze fixed intently on her hand.
“I don’t even remember the last time I wielded a sword. It’s been far too long, hasn’t it?”
Since Alejandro didn’t answer, Nerea added with feigned cheerfulness,
“Still, I can hold a cup just fine now—I’ve gotten much better. Feel free to drop by anytime.”
“Where would I go, my lady?”
“What?”
Nerea blinked in confusion. Alejandro, equally puzzled, simply blinked his large eyes back at her.
“You told me to come in, didn’t you?”
She didn’t understand what he meant. Just then, the door opened—it was Heather.
“My lady, someone’s come to visit…?”
Heather’s voice, timid at first, instantly swelled with shock. Too stunned to utter another word, she stood frozen, prompting Nerea to hurry with an introduction.
“Oh, Alejandro. This is Heather—the only maid in this town house. And this here is…”
How should she explain it? Once his squire, but now… it was hard to call him that when she was no longer a knight herself.
While Nerea hesitated, Alejandro twisted his lips into a faintly bitter smile before speaking gently,
“Pleased to meet you, Heather. I’m Alejandro, the knight’s one and only squire.”
He introduced himself without his surname. Noticing Nerea’s puzzled look, he smoothed his furrowed brows and continued,
“And the person outside is my aide.”
An aide? Had he gained a knighthood already? But Alejandro offered no explanation, quickly adding instead,
“I’ll sort out the luggage outside bit by bit. There’s still a lot that hasn’t arrived yet. Could I check the storeroom or the stables first?”
“Not arrived yet?”
Nerea’s eyes widened. When Alejandro gave a soft chuckle, the corners of his mouth lifted gently.
“You know how I’ve always traveled with too much baggage.”
Right. She remembered clearly how he used to carry bundles far bigger than his own frame. Seeing Nerea smile faintly at the memory, Alejandro gave a light nod and headed toward the door.
“Oh, may I shorten this lamp cord a bit?”
He didn’t forget to grasp the cord once as he stood beneath the lampshade. Watching shadows play across his face in the bright light, Nerea merely nodded.
As the door clicked shut behind him, Heather blinked and stared after Alejandro. Her expression, filled with admiration and yearning for such a handsome man, suddenly paled as if she’d just realized something.
“He’s incredibly beautiful and handsome… and so tall!”
Heather’s voice came out haltingly, her face tinged with sadness. Not understanding why, Nerea simply answered honestly,
“That’s right.”
Heather’s face turned deathly pale. Her voice trembled as if about to cry.
“He wouldn’t be someone like me—someone who burns bread and upsets you, would he?”
Only then did Nerea smile slightly. The faint anxiety clearly stemmed from Alejandro having introduced himself as her squire.
“Even so, your role as head maid of ‘this country house’ won’t change, will it?”
Heather’s ears perked up. Nerea lowered her voice even more.
“You’re the one who knows this house best, and I happen to love burnt bread. And…”
Burnt bread. Though her voice wavered ever so slightly on the words, Heather didn’t seem to notice. So Nerea lifted her wrist slightly and offered the kind of smile only those sharing a secret could give.
“You’re also the one who brews my medicine best.”
Instantly, Heather’s face lit up. Blushing with joy, she turned around confidently.
“That’s right! Then I’ll go show them the storeroom.”
“Heather, wait a moment.”
Heather happened to turn right beneath the lamp. Recalling how much taller Alejandro had seemed just moments ago, Nerea murmured without thinking,
“In a little while.”
That child had always been like this—
Pretending to be composed, yet still so young, unable to hide the tremble of his eyelashes as he struggled to regain his composure.
Nerea quietly gazed toward the door he’d gone through. He was probably just beyond it.
.
.
.
But since she’d always been alone here, Nerea didn’t realize how poor the house’s sound insulation was.
Nor did she know that the moment Alejandro stepped out and turned around, he leaned against the wall, let out a trembling breath, and slowly closed his eyes.
You really haven’t changed at all.
That kindness, that unspoken thoughtfulness—even the calluses on your hands remain exactly the same.
“Guhh—”
The sound ofretching shattered his reverie, and his relaxed eyes instantly narrowed fiercely. Alejandro spoke quietly,
“…What is it?”
“Just—just wait a sec.”
Leaning half-hidden in the shadow of the carriage, Johnny bent over and retched again.
He thought he’d seen everything there was to see in this world… but Alejandro Rosa, of all people, acting like a fox?!
His stomach churned so violently he felt like scrubbing one side of his brain clean.
“Johnny Hamilton, aren’t you supposed to be at Le Souer’s exhibition right now? Did you set proper guards? Have any letters arrived about the Acting Count or that revolting wife of his?”
“Hold—hold on a second!”
He’d followed Alejandro immediately—what was this nonsense about exhibitions and Acting Count Esteban? When you suddenly bolt off looking like you’re about to die, how could he not chase after you?
But Alejandro asked only once, showing no mercy to those who couldn’t answer.
“I’ll ask you the exact same question twenty-four hours from now.”
Johnny knew full well that those words meant he needed a flawless answer in exactly twenty-four hours. You madman—how far was it even from here to Jeido?
Yet the moment Alejandro climbed into the carriage, Johnny swiftly unhitched one horse and leaped onto its back.
Twenty-four hours.
It was woefully insufficient for a round trip from Jeido to Alphern—but excuses meant nothing to Alejandro Rosa.
[This is the timeline separator]Late at night. Nerea’s room on this floor.
“As you instructed, I showed Lord Alejandro to a bedroom on the first floor. He brought so much with him—he’s still unpacking things from the carriage.”
Just as Heather said.
Outside the house, where even light barely reached, Alejandro kept pulling items out of the large carriage—a massive bed frame, a pretty table, chairs, even a rug with exotic patterns.
Noticing her gaze, Alejandro looked up toward Nerea’s window and gave a gentle smile.
“But, my lady…”
“Hmm?”
Nerea turned absently toward Heather, pressing her lips together. Heather’s face was brimming with curiosity.
“Was he really your squire? Then back then, when I had my interview with Lord Johann Zenax…”
“Yes. He’s Johann Zenax’s younger brother.”
“Good heavens…!”
Heather covered her mouth with her palm. Nerea, who had been smiling, heard Heather’s stunned whisper clearly:
“Rumors really can’t be trusted. I thought he was truly dead.”
“Dead?”
Oops.
Heather realized her mistake too late—Nerea’s clear, watery eyes were already fixed squarely on her.
The lazy, summery warmth in her eyes vanished, replaced by a coolness that sent a shiver down Heather’s spine.
Unconsciously, Heather clenched both hands—they were damp with sweat.
“Well…”
Their whispered exchange hung in the air. Then, just as Nerea lowered her gaze to the floor—
Knock knock.
The sharp rap shattered the heavy silence, and Heather eagerly flung the door open.
Lord Alejandro!
The very person she’d earlier feared might threaten her position as maid now seemed no less than a godsend to her.
“I—I should take my leave now. Sleep well, my lady.”
Seizing the perfect excuse, Heather hurried out of Nerea’s room in a fluster.
Watching her close the door and vanish, Alejandro tilted his head in mild confusion, then turned to Nerea with a bright smile.
“I’m sorry for being away so long. I couldn’t even help you change.”
Looking at that guileless face, Nerea swallowed hard. Her unsorted, uncomposed thoughts scraped painfully against the back of her throat.
“…No, it’s fine. Do you like the room? It was cleaned in a rush, but since it’s been empty so long, there’s probably a lot you’ll need.”
“It’s wonderful. As you know, I can sleep well even on bare earth.”
Only after hearing that shamelessly casual remark did Nerea finally manage a small smile. Liar.
“Well, all I remember is a little boy crying the first night he entered the barracks.”
“You really do remember everything.”
Alejandro gave an awkward chuckle. Seeing his face up close felt strangely new—the sharp line of his jaw, the prominent Adam’s apple below it, the straight nose rising above his handsome forehead, and those thick, elegant eyebrows.
For some reason, Nerea’s throat felt scratchy. Worried her tangled emotions might show, she quickly masked them with another layer of smile.
While she did so, Alejandro held something out to her.
“I didn’t expect you’d go to bed this early, so I ended up unpacking everything else before finally finding this. I brought it just in case.”
It was a sleep lamp covered in deep violet and navy-blue tissue paper—almost identical to the one Nerea had always kept in the barracks long ago.
Unable to find words, Nerea let out a soft “Ah,” and a dull ache rose in her chest.
“Of course, you probably sleep just fine without it now.”
“…No.”
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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