To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 003
“So, it’s the year 415 of the Imperial Calendar now? Not 411?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
The maid affirmed while brushing Rosetta Toulon’s light brown hair. The princess’s eyes, reflected in the mirror, were clear today, unlike yesterday, and she didn’t look like someone who had just been gulping down washbasin water.
“Then this body, no, this woman, no, I mean, my suicide attempt was…?”
The princess stumbled over her words, as if unsure how to define herself. The maid recalled the stern instructions from the ducal residence’s physician.
Do not be shaken if she shows signs of memory confusion, do not show surprise even if her personality has drastically changed, and avoid mentioning anything related to the suicide attempt as much as possible. The maid tried her best to comply faithfully.
“Are you asking, my lady, about when you… lost consciousness?”
“Yes, that.”
The princess, who had been elegantly leaning back, suddenly sat up and pointed a finger. The hair the maid had carefully arranged was instantly disheveled. Letting out a regretful sigh, the maid answered dutifully.
“It was after His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince officially announced the annulment, so it’s been three months now.”
“Three months. Was there anything unusual about this girl, no, about me, before or after that?”
“There wasn’t anything like that… Oh.”
The maid, who had been speaking fluently, covered her mouth with a faint gasp. It was clear she had remembered something but hesitated about whether to mention it. Rosetta Toulon narrowed her eyes slightly.
Then, as if she had never considered anything like intimidating someone, she gave a gentle smile.
“Tell me.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Then tell me about that not-a-big-deal thing.”
The princess said, crossing her right calf over the opposite knee. Was it just an overactive imagination that her posture reminded one of a back-alley thug? The maid let out a short sigh. After all, when the employer says to do something, you do it.
“You used to wear ribbon decorations in your hair often, but around that time, you seemed indifferent to them.”
“…”
“See, this probably isn’t helpful, is it?”
“…No. It’s incredibly helpful.”
She almost nodded. This maid was currently her most compliant source of information, so she needed to keep her on her side. Rosetta Toulon managed a smile while mentally organizing the conversation.
First, unbelievable as it was, it seemed over four years had passed since she had died in Rosetta Toulon’s body.
For her, who had merely closed her eyes and opened them again, it was maddening… but since the very fact of wearing someone else’s skin was utterly surreal, accepting the situation was, well, manageable.
Second, there was suspiciously little known about the death of the pirate Rosetta Toulon. It felt awkward to say, but she had been one of the most famous pirates in the empire.
The “Red Dawn” who roamed the eastern seas. Imperial citizens loved the tales of one of the only female pirates, which meant there was a hefty bounty on her head.
If Rosetta Toulon’s death were known, pirates and navy alike would be clamoring to flaunt it… yet, for over four years, it had been this quiet. Suspicious.
Anyway, the task at hand was relatively clear. She needed to bide her time and sneak off to the eastern strait. Then, find clues about why this mess happened. And, while she was at it, drive a knife into the back of that wretched Nick’s head.
…If this frail body would even cooperate.
Speaking of which, the princess was so weak it was a wonder how she had survived this long. How weak? Her frame was as tiny as a sparrow’s—Rosetta Toulon herself had been three hands taller—and there wasn’t a trace of muscle on her. Most likely, the heaviest thing this woman had ever lifted in her life was a jeweled fan. Rosetta Toulon clicked her tongue and stood up.
“My lady?”
The maid raised her voice, sounding tense. When Rosetta Toulon flung open the window without a care, the maid rushed over and grabbed her waist.
“No! Don’t have strange thoughts again!”
Her face was pale, clearly terrified that Rosetta Toulon might attempt suicide right there. The maid cried out desperately.
“Kill me first instead!”
“…I’m not dying, I said I’m not dying.”
She had noticed earlier, but this maid’s thoughts were quite extreme. Rosetta Toulon roughly reassured her while quickly scanning the ducal estate’s security with sharp eyes. The princess’s room was on the second-highest floor of the mansion, which allowed her to take in the situation with a brief glance.
Six patrol units, each with two knights and three guards. From their movements, it seemed they operated in three shifts, and for a mere ducal estate—not even the imperial palace—there were separate outer and inner walls. Blast it. The security was tight.
If she had her original body, dodging the knights would be nothing, but in this woman’s body, it would be outright suicidal.
Rosetta Toulon slumped her shoulders in disappointment. It seemed she had no choice but to play the part of the princess for a while.
“My lady.”
Rosetta Toulon instinctively looked up at the sound. It was a young attendant. He glanced at the open window, Rosetta Toulon standing in front of it, and the maid clinging tightly to the princess’s waist, then spoke in a deliberately calm voice.
“His Grace Duke Montrosa has requested your presence at dinner.”
Screech.
At that chilling sound, everyone in the dining hall turned their eyes toward the princess.
She was in the middle of separating bone from meat on her steak. Her knife work was so precise and delicate that it almost felt like the onlookers’ own bones and flesh were being carved apart in real-time.
Was this really the same person who, just moments ago, had been awkwardly holding a water glass according to etiquette…?
The one causing this jarring unease was now busy stuffing meat into her mouth. Her cheeks were puffed out, but thanks to her pretty face, it somehow looked as cute as a chipmunk.
Of course, the predatory glint in her eyes as she eyed the next plate was anything but cute.
“Urp.”
Having cleanly polished off the last dish, the princess patted her full belly and leaned back in her chair with a relaxed posture. Where had she learned it? The natural way she picked her teeth with the knife…
The princess’s father, Duke Montrosa, opened his mouth with a grim expression.
“…Did the food suit your taste?”
“Oh, yes.”
The stares were piercing. Even for someone as thick-skinned as Rosetta Toulon, she felt the need to be a bit more sociable at this point.
“It was really delicious. Tastes like they slaughtered a young calf just now.”
“…”
…She should’ve just kept her mouth shut. The servants in the dining hall thought as one. Just three months ago, the princess had been so gentle as to be timid, every gesture exquisitely refined. She had lived as the Crown Princess for over a decade, so it was only natural.
It’s said that great shock can cause temporary memory loss and personality changes, but in the case of Princess Montrosa, it was excessive. It was as if her soul had been swapped, making one feel like they were facing an entirely different person at times.
…Even so, picking her teeth with a knife was too drastic a change, wasn’t it?
And yet, her face was so stunningly beautiful that the contrast was all the more striking.
Duke Montrosa pressed his throbbing temple with his fingertips and continued.
“The social season will begin soon.”
“Is that so?”
“Since your engagement with His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince is over, it might be good to look for another man.”
“Is that so?”
It was an unmistakably perfunctory response. A vein bulged on the duke’s forehead. With a forced smile and glaring eyes, he continued.
“I’ll arrange meetings with the heirs of prominent families starting next week.”
“…Is that so? Wait, what?”
What, matchmaking meetings out of the blue? Rosetta Toulon couldn’t hide her shock and widened her eyes. The meat she had been savoring suddenly felt stuck in her throat.
“You mean… that kind of meeting? Where a man and a woman meet, and, uh, that…?”
Confound it. If only she’d learned to speak elegantly. She chewed on a curse under her breath. The duke, looking slightly disgusted, covered his mouth with a handkerchief.
“We’ll need to reteach you etiquette from scratch. Lady Valmont will have her work cut out for her.”
The duchess cautiously spoke up.
“But, dear, it’s only been three days since Lea woke up. She hasn’t even fully recovered…”
“The problem is her condition? It’s humiliating enough that that wretched Crown Prince unilaterally broke the engagement, and now if rumors spread that she’s gone mad…!”
Duke Montrosa quickly cut off his words. No matter what, he couldn’t acknowledge that his daughter had lost her mind. But seeing her scratching her head with that blasted fork, it was hard to keep his temper in check. The duke ground his teeth.
“…We need to find some gullible fool to marry her off to quickly.”
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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A very interesting story. I’m delighted.