Trampled and Broken (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 29
Meanwhile, after finally managing to stop her tears after a long while, Angela suddenly gripped Hestia’s hands firmly with a solemn expression and raised her voice.
“Anyway, don’t worry! I’ll go find someone for you, Princess!”
“Find someone? Find what?”
“Why, of course a dependable husband who’ll love only you, Princess!”
“Haha….”
Hestia laughed, clearly not expecting much.
Then, a sudden thought crossed her mind.
‘If I use this as an opportunity, wouldn’t it feel a bit more natural?’
Carefully composing herself to appear as calm as possible, Hestia gently spoke to Angela.
“Then, Angela, could you look into someone for me?”
“A person? Who do you mean?”
Wiping away the tears clinging to her lashes with the back of her hand, Angela nodded.
“Come closer.”
Though they were alone in the room, Hestia’s heart tightened inexplicably, so she beckoned Angela with a gesture.
When the maid’s ear neared her lips, she cupped her hand to form a barrier and whispered softly.
At the name of a certain man that slipped from Hestia’s lips, Angela’s eyes widened.
[This is the timeline separator]Aslan sat at his desk in his office, reviewing documents. Even though his main base was Kalati, holding a title meant he still had matters to handle in the capital.
Most of the duties were managed by an executive officer Aslan had appointed, who held considerable authority, but certain issues required Duke Kalati’s personal attention.
With a considerable pile of such tasks accumulated, Aslan hadn’t left his office all day.
His gaze seemed fixed on the paper, yet not a single word actually registered in his eyes.
“Huh.”
He simply couldn’t concentrate.
Eventually, he set down the document he hadn’t even turned a page of and leaned back lazily against the chair.
Tilting his head back, his prominent Adam’s apple moved roughly.
Aslan raised his arm and pressed the heels of his palms firmly against his eyes.
Then, through clenched teeth, he muttered a curse under his breath.
“Damn it.”
His mind kept drifting back, again and again, to that rainy night.
After she left his room, he’d stood there dazed for a long while before finally snapping out of it.
Moving to the window, he roughly yanked open the curtains and saw her small figure stepping out of his mansion, shoulders hunched under the dark, rain-streaked sky.
Hestia.
Just the name alone—he couldn’t bring himself to say it aloud, so he held it silently in his heart as his gaze remained fixed.
But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t see any carriage waiting for her.
〈Where the hell is her carriage?〉
Soon, he watched her pass through the wrought-iron gate of his estate.
On that dark night, Hestia was alone.
〈What do I care? What’s it to me?〉
Convinced she no longer had anything to do with him, Aslan turned to walk away.
He grabbed the curtain’s edge firmly, intending to close it again.
But he couldn’t pull it shut. His forearm tensed so hard it bulged, yet his hand refused to move.
The fabric crumpled helplessly in Aslan’s grip.
〈Damn it.〉
He tried to shake her image from his mind, but it wasn’t easy. Eventually, driven by worry, Aslan cursed under his breath and followed her out.
Yet he kept himself hidden from Hestia. Every time he spoke to her, his chest grew tight, and he didn’t want to feel that again.
Nor did he wish to be angry with her anymore.
Thus, Aslan simply trailed quietly behind Hestia. Concealing his presence was far too easy for him.
While following her as though guarding her, his anger flared up again abruptly.
‘She’s far too careless. What on earth is she thinking, walking without even glancing around?’
Even if the capital’s security was generally good, it was still the dead of night, and the streets were dark.
She could easily become a target for anyone, and if ambushed, she wouldn’t have the strength to defend herself.
So why—
Why wasn’t she scanning her surroundings? Why was she walking so blankly, moving only her legs?
Nothing about it sat right with him.
Then, suddenly regaining his composure, he scoffed.
He kept thinking he was acting like a madman.
Back and forth like this.
‘My mood is swinging wildly.’
He’d never behaved this way, not even once in the North.
He was a man who rarely grew excited and had never lost his reason.
So now, he could no longer deny it.
There was only one person in this world who set Aslan ablaze.
And that was Hestia.
Aslan deliberately avoided thinking any deeper than that. Merely acknowledging this fact was already a tremendous decision for him.
He didn’t want to change anything about his relationship or feelings toward Hestia. After all, Kalati had lost far too much during the Dahanpa incident six years ago to risk altering things now.
Thus, that night, he simply followed her quietly, pretending it was nothing more than a stroll.
He kept his eyes fixed on Hestia’s back as she walked alone down that road, without a carriage or servant in sight.
〈How stubborn.〉
It was absurd that she thought a thin robe alone could shield her from both rain and cold.
By the time he returned to his mansion after confirming she’d safely entered the palace grounds, dawn had already broken.
Aslan carried on with his day as if no one had come to see him that night.
But that was merely his outward appearance.
Inside, Aslan kept wandering those rain-soaked streets.
He couldn’t shake the thought that their encounter that night might have been the only private meeting possible between Hestia and himself.
Yet, despite that, he had no intention of seeking her out.
As always, he planned to stay quietly in the capital this year as well, almost like in seclusion, before returning to the North.
But the moment he saw the invitation that arrived for him, that resolve vanished instantly.
“Excuse me, my lord.”
Robert, the butler, entered the office after a knock, bowing respectfully as always.
“I’ve brought the mail.”
“Just put it down anywhere there’s space.”
“Yes, sir.”
Aslan intended to review the mail later, but his eyes kept drifting to the topmost item in the bundle.
Annoyed by the golden envelope that seemed to radiate presence all on its own, he finally snatched it up and asked Robert,
“What’s this?”
“It’s from the royal palace—an invitation to the Charity Day event.”
Aslan turned the envelope over in his hands with a sour look.
“Do I really have to go?”
“I heard His Majesty the King specifically requested your presence, even if just briefly.”
Aslan scowled discontentedly.
“Is it a royal event?”
“It’s co-hosted by the Temple.”
Normally, he would have ignored it.
But for some reason, the moment he heard “Temple,” Aslan broke the sealing wax on the invitation.
His eyes quickly scanned the contents inside.
“King’s Orphanage and Glory Orphanage…”
Alongside the usual formal request to attend whichever venue felt more convenient, two saints’ names were listed below.
“Hmm.”
He alternated reading the names—Anetsa and Hestia—without hiding his discomfort.
Then, flicking the invitation with his finger,
The seasoned butler, sensing his master’s foul mood, quietly asked,
“Shall I discard it?”
“…….”
But no answer came.
Aslan simply glared at the invitation as if it were his sworn enemy.
After a long while, he slammed the paper and envelope down onto the desk with a loud thud. Robert, who had been watching the whole scene, swallowed hard.
As always, he probably wouldn’t attend.
His master was never in a good mood while in the capital.
Though his stay wasn’t long, Robert wished he could at least feel a bit more at ease during it.
‘Throwing it down must mean he’s refusing the invitation.’
So Robert reached for the invitation.
“I’ll handle it appropriately.”
But the butler never even got to touch it.
The moment his words ended, Aslan’s large hand came down with a thud, covering the invitation completely.
“……My lord?”
The butler looked at Aslan, utterly bewildered.
Then, in an unusually flat tone, he said,
“Leave it.”
Robert was stunned. He thought he’d known Aslan for quite some time.
To his knowledge, Aslan Kalati always treated time as precious and had never once delayed a decision.
“Might you be attending the charity event, then?”
“……I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”
Again, only an ambiguous reply came back.
But his mind was already made up.
[This is the timeline separator]“Hestia, you’ll have to endure a bit more hardship.”
Yorgos summoned Hestia and said this without a trace of remorse.
The Temple and the royal court had failed to reach an agreement.
The Temple wished for Hestia to marry and survive, while Yorgos hoped she would quietly pass away.
Yorgos seemed intent on severing ties with the Temple this time—he was tired of being used and suffering losses.
Thus, he’d been cracking down fiercely on marriage rumors, but the Temple had moved so swiftly and cunningly that everyone in the capital already knew.
‘The only difference from my past life is that my terminal condition hasn’t been revealed yet.’
Given the circumstances, Hestia had no choice but to officially retain her title as Saint for now.
That meant, although internal matters were set aside, she still had to fulfill all previously scheduled public engagements.
Amidst her turmoil, the “Day of Embrace” approached—the very day she’d first been introduced to Stephan in her past life.
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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