Resetting Lady - Chapter 215

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“My mother is Catherine Nora Hyer.”

“She’s pregnant with His Majesty’s child.”

Crazy talk!

Prince Guiz didn’t believe it.

He couldn’t believe it. Of course not. For so long he had secretly mobilized doctors and consumed all sorts of medicines, but no children had come. And now suddenly a woman appeared claiming to carry his child? Moreover, a woman he was meeting for the first time after being captured as his prey?

Nonsense. Crazy talk. A lie fabricated to survive. Prince Guiz was certain. He didn’t believe it. But the story Catherine’s daughter was telling was hard to ignore.

It wasn’t because he believed in regression. He needed a child. Because that woman had spoken the very word that shook him most.

No matter how much he was the only prince, having a child was naturally more advantageous for inheriting the throne than being alone. Usually royalty married in their teens and had children repeatedly, so by Guiz’s age many already had grandchildren.

The child that hadn’t come until now didn’t seem likely to come in the future either. But now a woman appeared claiming to be pregnant with his child right away. And she was the daughter of Guiz’s former lover. Her daughter who looked exactly like her.

“…Haha.”

How could this not be tempting.

He didn’t believe it, couldn’t believe it. But. If there really was something in that belly, couldn’t he use it? Couldn’t he kill Louis and present the child as his heir instead?

That was quite an appealing thought.

And that woman was truly just a powerless country bumpkin. Even Catherine had been a count’s daughter and an archduke’s granddaughter.

But the archduke had died long ago and the count had also passed away early. Lord Hyer, Karen’s father, could absolutely, absolutely not protect his daughter. So this woman could be killed at any time. She could be used as much as he wanted.

“Your Majesty, surely His Majesty will come to love me in this life as well. And you will become certain that this child is His Majesty’s child. Please wait. If you think otherwise after that, you may kill me.”

Karen’s voice was pitiful. A lie told to survive. There was no way he could believe it.

But Guiz found the scheme she was playing quite amusing. The current king was arranging everything to pass the throne directly to Louis. If Louis died, great chaos would ensue.

In such a situation, if he said he had a child, the story would flow in an interesting direction again. So he needed a child.

The fact that he, who had been widowed from the queen long ago, had no fixed mistress and no illegitimate children despite his dissolute lifestyle had left bad rumors. If it were just rumors he could ignore them, but since it was the truth, it was more problematic.

Guiz decided.

“Fine. I won’t dispose of you for the time being. But if you don’t please me, I’ll turn you into a stuffed specimen immediately. Remember that your life is in my hands.”

“His Majesty will come to love me.”

Perhaps.

Karen smiled.

I’ll kill Louis then play with you before killing you.

Guiz also smiled.

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“Karen Hyer, you are pregnant.”

The doctor said. Karen lowered her head.

“…Yes.”

Though it was the pregnancy she had so longed for, the situation wasn’t good. She was now nothing more and nothing less than Prince Guiz’s plaything. She had avoided immediate death in the underground prison, but the prince still didn’t trust her and was constantly looking for opportunities to kill her.

She didn’t feel newly maternal, pitiful, or sad. What was more important than the formless lump of flesh in her belly was herself, and next was Raymond. It was fine.

“It can’t be helped.”

The reason she had wanted to get pregnant from the beginning was because she desired death. Pregnancy as a means to reach death was somewhat distant from being the fruit of love.

It would be the same even if the child’s father was Raymond, whom she loved. It wasn’t the fruit of love created by taking half of herself and her lover, but a new person to pass life onto. Just another alter ego.

Karen thought of Catherine, who looked exactly like her. Their faces were said to be so similar one might think they were the same person.

Karen thought that surely Archduchess Carla and her mother’s mother also had faces similar to her own.

What kind of lives had they lived? At what point had they chosen death? Their lives seemed like eternal life on the surface, but after dying several times, one truly comes to desire death.

If Catherine had told her that she could obtain death by simply getting pregnant normally (though “normally” was a strange expression) without erasing her memories, what kind of life would she have lived?

It was fine.

It was all in the past now.

This time she would definitely succeed.

She would survive somehow and reach a proper death.

Karen gripped her belly and gritted her teeth at the man who wasn’t before her eyes.

Even chewing and swallowing him wouldn’t relieve her anger.

With Isella’s single remark, she had chosen not a comfortable death but a life that might become a thorny path. And her words were true. Because they were true, Karen knew she had to walk this path to the end.

Dulan, that bastard.

“So you really are pregnant.”

“I told you it was true. And it’s His Majesty’s child.”

“How long will you keep saying such… Fine. Let’s say that’s true. It has to be. That’s why I’m keeping you alive.”

It was a fact verified by three royal physicians. The pregnancy was an undeniable fact. Of course, what was inside couldn’t be Guiz’s child. Both Karen and Guiz knew this fact, but they didn’t speak of what was inside and smiled. Even knowing each other was lying, they pretended to be convinced, pretended to smile, pretended to expect.

“Assuming you’re pregnant with my child, you should receive what you deserve. I’ll bestow the greatest wealth upon you.”

“…I couldn’t be happier.”

That Karen was Catherine’s child was surprising, but that was all.

Guiz didn’t believe the absurd story. But the tale Karen had brought up, Karen’s voice that knew his greatest shame, caught his interest.

And Guiz expanded his thinking to realize he could use her to prepare his plan to kill Louis more certainly and smoothly.

“But there’s nothing to assure me that what’s inside is my child. No, anyone who believes it would be a fool. So you must listen to me well, and you can only survive if I acknowledge it as my child.”

Karen thought, ‘Is he after something else?’ It would be easier if it were just physical like before, but Prince Guiz seemed to have other schemes in mind.

“What should I do for His Majesty? What must I do to satisfy His Majesty?”

“You’ll find out soon.”

Guiz smiled.

Guiz wanted to kill Louis. But he couldn’t easily lay a hand on him. The king was protecting him, and if Louis died, many people would suspect and oppose him. He needed more eye-catching bait.

“If you do well, I’m thinking of divorcing you then and remarrying you myself. Your child could become the next king, and if you do well, you could become queen.”

Nonsense. To make a child king, he absolutely couldn’t take Karen as a mistress from the start. To become a mistress one had to be a married woman, but if that child became the king’s successor, there would be problems with legitimacy.

Children of mistresses had received dukedoms or marquessates before, but could never ascend to the throne. That was why mistresses were made to be married women in the first place. Therefore, Prince Guiz’s words were just meant to deceive Karen.

“Is that really true, Your Majesty?”

“Yes. If you succeed, everything I have will become yours.”

But now Karen had to pretend to believe it. She had to act like a young mistress coveting power, a young woman with much greed and a slightly strange mind.

That was really easy. If she stayed still, most men saw Karen that way anyway. Karen looked up at Prince Guiz and spoke words that would sound truly stupid.

“His Majesty will surely love me. This child will become king.”

“…Haha.”

Karen wondered when Guiz would want to cut her throat. Of course, she would have to cut his before he succeeded.

How far was each thinking? How much did each notice? They despised each other while simultaneously suspecting. They continued their conversation wondering whether their mutual suspicion and desire to cut each other’s throats would be discovered or not.

Karen thought it would be easier to handle things if Prince Guiz would sleep with her instead, but he didn’t seem to have any intention of making her spread her legs right now.

He wanted to enjoy it longer. The process of hunting. That feeling of wanting to sneer at Karen anytime, asking how that could be his child when he hadn’t even slept with her.

‘It would be easier to handle if he clung like a dog in heat like in the past.’

Karen thought this as she closed her eyes and accepted the necklace Guiz put on her. It would be more convenient for her if he lost his reason appropriately. But the current him seemed more interested in something other than between Karen’s legs.

That didn’t mean he harbored no lust. He swept his gaze obviously over her chest, genitals, and between her legs. He was simply enduring for what came next.

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