“Are you following me, or did you coincidentally stop in front of the Count’s carriages?”
It seemed more likely to be the former. Ollentia felt that Demidius had no reason to follow her, but she couldn’t shake the feeling.
Demidius put his hand on the carriage and said mockingly, “Which one do you prefer? I’ll go with your choice.”
“Don’t play around. Why are you really following me?”
“Well, Lady, since you seem to be going somewhere without any knights or maids… I’m speaking out of concern.”
If that was the real reason, it was pointless. Hearing that she was openly expressing her concern made her feel weak, but she had to pull herself together.
Ollentia put her hand on her waist and let out a deep sigh. She felt like she had revealed something unnecessary. Demidius couldn’t have heard the conversation in the workshop.
“I’m just here to pick up my friend.”
Ollentia grabbed Moreng’s hand and got into the carriage because she didn’t want to argue with him any further. Moreng seemed to sense Demidius’s presence and was trembling. It seemed like she had something sacred about her that Demidius couldn’t touch.
“Are you okay?”
When Ollentia asked, Moreng nodded.
Before she knew it, two carriages bearing the crescent moon emblem of Count Odor’s estate began to roll together.
In the grand estate, there were plenty of guest rooms for Moreng to stay in. After bringing her to a room, Ollentia gave Demidius a sharp look as he continued to follow her. Demidius seemed very bored, as if he had nothing to do.
“Are you going to follow me to the bathroom too?”
“Only if the Lady allows it.”
“Lord, are you going to keep doing this?”
In the hallway where sunlight streamed in, Ollentia clenched her fists. She opened the window and said to him.
“The negotiations are over, and if you have nothing to do, you should go up now. I don’t know what the changed plan is, but if it’s like this, it seems very useless.”
Demidius raised an eyebrow.
“Lady, you can’t decide whether I’m useful or not. This is related to the fact that I want to monopolize the fantasy herb that holds sacred power.”
‘Now I should ask. Does he still not know that he possesses sacred power? If he saw the white light in the Fantasy Herb, it must have been a wave of sacred power.’
Ollentia recalled what Demidius had said in the forest. He had seemed very serious at the time, and it had appeared that he desperately wanted something.
The reason the Grand Duke of the Half-Maenek needed sacred power…
Ollentia had no idea whatsoever. Somehow, it felt like she shouldn’t know.
She clenched her fist tightly and turned her head.
“I really don’t know. I don’t even want to know!”
Only then did Demidius fall silent. He had been irritating her with his empty words, but now that he had finally closed his mouth, it felt strange.
Ollentia continued to walk away down the corridor.
Allowing Moreng to stay in the Count’s estate would be something to consider when Count Odor returned.
But suddenly, she heard Demidius’s voice from behind.
“Lady Armeniaca!”
‘What, what is it?’
For some reason, Ollentia felt a chill down her spine and turned around. However, Demidius unexpectedly said something else.
“Could you spare some time tomorrow?”
“Why, why?”
“I haven’t properly toured Odorley yet. I’d appreciate it if Lady who has often visited Odorley could be my guide.”
Ollentia was about to refuse immediately but held her tongue. She had become quite curious about why the Grand Duke needed sacred power, even though she had earlier stated that she had no interest.
If it was because of her possessing sacred power, even though the negotiations had ended…
Not knowing the reason was awkward. It was downright irritating.
Without really looking into his eyes, Ollentia awkwardly replied, “Sure, I’ll be your guide.”
“Really?”
Seeming puzzled, Demidius added, “Since you rescued me on the train, I’m just offering my help in return. There’s no other reason.”
With that, Ollentia left the corridor. She walked strangely, shaking both her arms and legs.
Left behind, Demidius couldn’t help but chuckle.
Count Odor didn’t return to the mansion until late in the evening. Ollentia had intended to visit him, but as soon as he arrived, Count Odor summoned her.
Ollentia cautiously opened her mouth when she saw the serious expression on the Count’s face.
“What happened?”
Count Odor let out a deep sigh and said, “I… found a body. Just as you said, he was indeed the administrative officer of the Odor Church.”
“Really? Could you positively identify him by comparing faces? That’s a relief, really.”
“Yes. Since the body was in a bag, it’s unlikely to be a suicide. They suspect foul play, and the guards and investigators are currently investigating.”
“Yes. It’s heartbreaking, but we must find the culprit.”
“That’s what Ancedo says. In your words. You said you heard everything in the church.”
“You still can’t believe what I said?”
“It would be better if it weren’t true. I have no evidence yet.”
Ollentia understood Count Odor’s feelings. It would be so embarrassing if he had awarded the Medal of Honor to Ancedo.
She spoke to the Count, who seemed troubled.
“The investigators will do a thorough job. Uncle, please take a break if it gets too difficult.”
“All right.”
“Oh, by the way, my friend will be staying here for a while. Is that okay?”
She planned to keep Moreng’s story brief.
Count Odor nodded casually. Right now, only Ancedo and the administrative officer were on his mind.
‘Thank goodness. What if he pried further…’
With a sigh of relief, Ollentia carefully left his office.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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