Clint’s eyes widened in disbelief. He simply stared openmouthed at the blossoms that should not have bloomed and the Milky Way of lights embroidered over the darkness.
The light shone brightly, banishing the darkness. No matter how endless the deep abyss was, no darkness could exist before the light.
“This is… This is…”
Clint slowly rose to his feet. Along with the flowerpots surrounding him, he stared at the blooming flowers with awe in his eyes.
A warm light shimmered in his dark, filled eyes. At the same time, a silent tear trickled down Clint’s cheek.
He reached out towards the trembling warm light.
As if begging for salvation.
Then, the light gently settled on Clint’s fingertips, as if responding to his call.
As if bestowing salvation.
Footsteps were heard from behind.
“What is… What’s happening…”
Soon, the sound of someone collapsing to their knees was heard. Turning his head, he saw Levanfell, his eyes cast down, and Jaelim on their knees.
Jaelim was gaping at the miracle before his eyes as if he couldn’t believe it. He even rubbed his eyes several times, as if to confirm what he was seeing.
“Ha.”
Levanfell and I locked eyes. His breath fogged between his lips, thanks to the cold night air.
He nodded at me. As if he trusted me, as if he wanted me to do what I desired.
Clint, who had been shedding tears, looked at me.
Not only Clint.
Both Levanfell and Jaelim were staring at me, as if they couldn’t take their eyes off me, where the light was seeping.
“You are…”
Clint asked me in a tone of reverence, as if worshiping a deity.
“You are, you are… what are you?”
“…”
“Are you… Are you a god?”
A chill wind swept through, as if answering his question.
“Are you the god Semula?”
“No. You’re wrong.”
It was not I who answered, but Levanfell behind me.
Whitehaired Levanfell slowly walked forward and stood beside me. His hair, shining in the moonlight, fluttered in the strong wind.
“…Your Majesty’s hair color…”
Clint’s eyes wavered. He must have known what it meant.
Having confirmed Clint’s reaction, Levanfell gave a soft laugh. Then, without hesitation, he knelt before me on one knee.
It was an exalted madness.
“…! Yo, Your Majesty.”
Surprised, Jaelim and Clint drew a sharp breath.
The Emperor of the great empire never kneels to anyone, even if it’s a deity.
He was a person who should always be in a higher place, dignified.
Yet, he had so casually cast away his imperial conviction right in front of me.
“The Empress is…”
Levanfell slowly took my left hand. Then, he gently kissed the back of my hand, slowly bringing it to his chest.
My palm rested on Levanfell’s chest, as it always did.
The bright lights that were dancing as if floating on the wind gathered together. Then, as if absorbed, they were drawn into Levanfell’s heart and began to disappear.
Soon, all the light disappeared, and deep darkness returned.
At the same time, his hair color also returned to its original state. At the strange scene, neither Jaelim nor Clint dared to speak hastily.
“The Empress is.”
Levanfell put strength back in his lips.
“The Empress is salvation.”
Ours.
As Levanfell’s hair turned completely black, he slowly got up. He then draped his jacket, chilled by the night wind, over my shoulders.
“The, the Saint?”
Jaelim, who had been kneeling and staring in astonishment, covered his mouth and asked softly.
“Is Her Majesty… the Saint?”
“Yes.”
At Levanfell’s confirmation, Jaelim took a short breath sharply.
“So, so that’s why Her Majesty’s hair color returned back then. Because Her Majesty is… the Saint.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“So then, when the plague broke out at the station, the one who used the holy power to save everyone was…”
I closed Levanfell’s jacket and nodded in response to the question.
“Yes. I did it.”
“…So then, the one who saved Empress Eteria was also…”
“That was also my power, disguised as a holy artifact.”
Jaelim, who had been fitting pieces of the puzzle together, tightly closed his eyes and bit his lip, seemingly overwhelmed by emotion.
“Ha. This is, this is…”
“I still cannot control my power. So I’m hiding it as a secret from everyone to avoid causing confusion.”
“I understand your concern, but… You need not worry, Your Majesty.”
“…….”
“Even if a sword pierces my heart, I will never reveal Your Majesty’s secret.”
Jaelim solemnly vowed.
Once our conversation ended, Levanfell walked towards Clint.
“Clint.”
Levanfell reached out his hand towards Clint, who was shedding tears.
“Generve tried to enter the capital. The reason is not clear yet, but it’s true that they’re interested in the empire.”
“…….”
“Clint. No, Sir Tenen. Be the sword that protects the empress.”
Clint’s eyes shook furiously, like a shipwreck meeting a storm.
“I… I…”
I naturally stood next to Levanfell, comforting Clint.
“Don’t worry. Clint.”
“……Your Majesty.”
“I told you. The hope you wish to see, the meaning you want to live, I will give it to you.”
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
