To You, So Noble and Vulgar (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
Louis, born the daughter of a knight without title and becoming Helena’s maid at a young age, was not originally the type to torment others.
However, while serving noble young ladies closely, she grew envious of their lives—lives granted precious treatment merely for having been born that way.
To such a Louis, Ariana was a convenient scapegoat.
Ariana Bronte, born to Rachel—the daughter of both the Eastern and Western Marquises—yet treated worse than an ordinary servant girl.
Louis took perverse delight in watching Ariana, whose bloodline was inherently noble, tremble and beg pitifully before her.
But recently, Ariana had seemed a little odd. No, considerably so.
For the past few days, Ariana had begun acting as though she were a different person altogether—as if another soul had taken residence within Ariana’s body.
“Eat this?”
A cold voice. A chilling gaze. Both hands resting calmly atop her thighs, her spine held perfectly straight.
Merely by her presence, this shabby room felt as radiant as an imperial palace. From her once-slumped, thin shoulders—formerly cowering whenever she saw Louis—now emanated a dignity too formidable to meet directly.
Ariana, who once teared up whimpering about how terrifying the dark was, now appeared utterly fearless.
Just days ago, whenever Ariana was brought spoiled food, she would wrinkle her nose in disgust and shed tears. Yet now, even with rotten food before her, she revealed no emotion.
Instead, she twisted the corner of one lip upward, as if amused.
Louis felt a chill at Ariana’s icy smile, but quickly brushed it aside and spoke.
“Do you really think the Duke and Duchess will suddenly start treating you kindly just because you’re acting refined now?”
Ariana lifted her eyes and stared intently at Louis.
Her deep blue irises were as clear as a midwinter lake.
For some reason, Louis found it difficult to meet Ariana’s gaze directly and subtly averted her eyes.
“Do I look elegant?”
Ariana’s changed tone of voice grated on Louis’s nerves.
Until just a few days ago, Ariana had always spoken to Louis with strict formalities—as if she herself were the maid.
Louis couldn’t fathom why she had suddenly changed like this.
“Stop talking nonsense and just eat it already! I’m busy too!”
Suddenly, Ariana shot to her feet, causing Louis to instinctively step backward.
Ashamed at having been driven back by someone like Ariana, Louis bit her lower lip and glared—but Ariana strode forward and stood right beside her.
Though still young and a head shorter than Louis, Ariana somehow felt several times larger than herself.
The quiet fury emanating from the small girl seemed to grip Louis by the throat.
“Louis.”
Ariana’s hand brushed lightly past Louis’s dress.
“Your dress is lovely.”
“Y-yeah. It’s something you’ll never wear in your whole life.”
“Do you really think so?”
Infuriated by Ariana’s haughty demeanor—as if addressing an inferior—Louis shoved her shoulder hard.
Watching Ariana’s frail body wobble and collapse into a chair, Louis smiled with satisfaction.
‘Right, she’s just a child after all. I don’t know why I was ever scared of her.’
Louis didn’t know what change of heart had made Ariana pretend to be a noble lady, but no matter what, she was still just Ariana.
Ariana Bronte—pushed and pinched by maids, yet no one ever cared.
“You’re stalling because you don’t want to eat? Stop acting unlike yourself and just finish it all!”
To Louis’s harsh words, Ariana replied.
“Yes, I suppose it’s time to stop stalling.”
“What?”
“I said I’ll eat it all without acting unlike myself.”
Surprisingly, Ariana didn’t cry—she simply picked up her fork.
Then she began eating the heaping plate of spoiled food, bite by bite.
Her hand moved the fork with such grace that Louis nearly mistook the meal for fine banquet fare.
Though Louis had brought only the oldest scraps from the kitchen garbage bin, per Helena’s orders, Ariana ate every last bite without once grimacing.
It was the first time Louis had seen Ariana consume it all so calmly—and it sent chills down her spine.
‘Why is she acting like this?’
Just then—
“Ugh!”
Having finished her meal as calmly as if it were delicious, Ariana suddenly doubled over and began retching violently.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
“Hey… hey, what’s wrong with you?”
“Huh… ack! Ugh!”
Finally, Ariana leapt up and collapsed onto the floor, vomiting. Louis’s face turned deathly pale.
However poorly Ariana might be treated as a noble’s daughter, her death was another matter entirely. If Ariana died from the food Louis had brought, Louis herself would surely face severe punishment.
Too preoccupied with pacing anxiously over whether to flee, Louis didn’t even notice someone opening the door and entering.
“What on earth is going on here!”
Startled by the stern voice, Louis turned her head—and saw Lady Kiel Bronte, the elderly Duchess, standing at the door alongside Rachel and the old woman’s maids.
All the while, Ariana continued clutching her stomach in pain, retching miserably.
Yet Rachel, her mother, didn’t approach to ask what was wrong. Instead, she stood quietly beside the elderly lady, wearing a faint, enigmatic smile.
It was the elderly Duchess who, covering her nose and mouth with a handkerchief, demanded angrily,
“What is this dreadful smell!”
“Th-that is… this child… no, Miss Ariana suddenly felt stomach pains and started vomiting… that’s the smell…”
“Yes, Mother. It seems the strong stench is from what Ariana vomited. I’ll handle this—please go rest in the garden first.”
Honestly, the elderly Duchess had no desire to get involved in such matters and intended to feign ignorance and follow her daughter-in-law’s suggestion.
But Ariana did something unexpected.
“Sa… save me… Please, Grandmother… I ate rotten food… Something… must be wrong…”
The pitiful sight of the small girl pleading for help while prone on the floor drew quiet sighs of sympathy from the maids standing behind the elderly lady.
Since all the Duchess’s maids were of noble birth themselves, the elderly lady—who cared deeply about appearances—could no longer pretend ignorance and ignore the situation.
No matter how tightly lips were sealed, rumors always leaked out.
If she turned away now, pretending not to know Ariana, word would surely spread that the Bronte family’s elderly Duchess was allowing her daughter-in-law’s child to be abused.
Though the Duchess had never liked Ariana—born of Rachel’s union with the Eastern Marquis—seeing a young child beg for her life softened her heart somewhat.
“Call the physician.”
Before the physician arrived, Rachel ordered the maids to move Ariana to another room and signaled Louis to leave.
Louis quickly gathered the dishes to depart, but the elderly lady spoke.
“You stay. We must find out exactly what that child ate to end up like this.”
“Mother, she probably just ate too quickly and got indigestion. Ariana has a bit of a sweet tooth—she often swallows without chewing properly.”
Rachel tried to shield Louis, but the elderly lady remained resolute—too many eyes were watching.
“Didn’t you notice that smell when you entered the room? Say no more.”
Soon, the physician arrived and examined Ariana.
When asked what she had eaten, Ariana answered weakly,
“Everything was mixed together… I don’t know what I ate. But… the smell was awful… so strange it was hard to eat.”
“Then you shouldn’t have eaten it, Miss.”
“But… if I didn’t finish it all, Louis would get angry…”
At Ariana’s cautious, watchful manner of speaking, everyone in the room changed expressions instantly.
Rachel glared at Ariana with eyes full of irritation and fury; Louis’s face drained of color; the elderly lady, the maids, and the physician were all shocked.
“The maid… got angry at you, Miss?”
To the physician’s question, Ariana gave no answer.
She merely shrank into herself, looking frightened.
Only then did the physician realize Ariana was dressed in a state unbecoming a noble young lady.
“You mustn’t wear such thin clothes in this cold weather, Miss.”
He phrased it delicately due to the audience present, but truthfully, it was an old garment even maids wouldn’t wear.
Rachel’s face flushed red—she hadn’t even thought to change Ariana’s clothes.
After finishing his examination, the physician’s expression was grim.
“It seems she’s developed an illness from eating too much spoiled food. She’s also showing signs of malnutrition. Unless the Duke’s household is truly short on funds, I recommend serving her meals made with fresh ingredients.”
Though impolite, no one scolded the physician.
“You misunderstand. We always give this child good food. It’s just that today, a kitchen maid made a mistake, and the food spoiled.”
Rachel spoke gently, but the physician clearly didn’t believe her.
He prescribed medicine to treat Ariana’s food poisoning, and upon hearing she couldn’t sleep, gave her a few sleeping pills from his own supply before leaving.
A heavy silence settled over Ariana’s room.
Louis fidgeted nervously, watching Rachel and the elderly lady’s expressions, while Rachel worried over how to appease the old woman’s mood.
For the first time since arriving at this estate, Ariana lay on a proper bed, wrapped snugly in warm blankets, quietly observing them all as she planned her next move.
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Cyrus and Isaac had witnessed the entire sequence of events from outside the window.
“Poor thing. She’s finally fallen ill.”
At Isaac’s murmured words, Cyrus gave a cold laugh.
Cyrus had clearly seen Ariana’s sharp, blue eyes.
He’d also witnessed Ariana approach Louis closely and do something just before eating the spoiled food.
Even as she clutched her stomach and rolled on the floor, the fierce resolve in her eyes never wavered—and even when Rachel defended the maid, those icy blue eyes remained utterly steady.
“Poor? Hmm. I think someone else will end up far more pitiful.”
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In the heavy silence, Ariana waited for someone—anyone—to speak first.
Knowing the elderly lady’s character as she did, Ariana was certain the Duchess would be the first to inquire about her situation.
If the Duchess had come alone, she might have pretended ignorance and let it pass—but she’d brought six maids with her.
The elderly lady wouldn’t want to appear, in front of her maids, as a cold-hearted grandmother to her daughter-in-law’s child.
“Does this child normally stay in such a room?”
Just as Ariana expected, the elderly lady broke the silence.
Living in a different mansion, the Duchess didn’t fully understand Ariana’s circumstances.
Rachel quickly replied,
“Of course not, Mother! I’d never let my daughter stay in such a place. I only locked her in that room temporarily for reflection—she’s been stealing and lying.”
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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I finally found the chapter corresponding to chapter 42 of the manhwa!
Here’s a mother who refutes the “instinctive motherhood” notion.