“It’s a request for your help. I want to continue supporting the artist Abelardo Huntem. I want to ensure he has everything he needs for his artistic endeavors. And I’d like you, Antonio, to facilitate that support.”
“Me, Your Highness?”
Evelione’s words implied that this was not only a reward but also an expression of her desire to continue supporting Abelardo through Roselia.
Overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events, Roselia repeated the question.
Evelione’s violet eyes gleamed as she smiled again.
“As you know, I’m not free to move around. It’s more reliable for me to have Antonio, who knows the artist, handle it than to assign a palace servant.”
Indeed, in the original novel, the Princess could only sneak out with great difficulty to meet Abelardo.
Although Roselia was taken aback, she nodded slowly in agreement.
“Of course, if you bring other great works of unknown artists in the future, I’ll pay a fair price every time. I’m entrusting this to you because I trust your judgment. What do you say?”
Roselia, now calculating the potential to repay her debts even quicker, couldn’t help but sport a capitalist smile.
“Of course, Your Highness!”
“Of… of course?”
“Just leave it to me,” Roselia clarified.
“Aha, I see! Of course!”
Evelione repeated the phrase with a fresh smile, and Roselia’s face lit up with emotion.
That’s when it happened.
The door burst open unexpectedly.
“A servant from the Baltazar Duke’s house is here.”
The man who entered, with dazzling blond hair and golden eyes like the sun, was none other than Esteban Vandeloup de Rugbelzette, the Crown Prince.
The only person who could enter the Princess’s room without notice.
In the original novel, he was the male lead who tormented the female lead, the Princess, until the end, only to regret it later.
And the man who directly led to Roselia’s execution.
While Klaus provided the reason for Roselia’s death, Esteban was the direct perpetrator.
Despite not having experienced it personally, Roselia felt her whole body stiffen upon coming face-to-face with the man closest to causing the death of Roselia in the original story.
Seemingly oblivious to Roselia’s discomfort, Esteban cast a disdainful glance at Evelione and sneered.
“What schemes are you cooking up now, Princess? Meeting with a servant from the Duke’s house behind my back?”
Knowing his despicable nature from the original story, Roselia quickly and discreetly hid the 1,000 verang check in her bosom.
Concerned that the painting might be harmed by the Prince’s fury, Evelione smoothly slid it under the table and turned her head calmly.
“Schemes, Your Highness? I was merely exchanging pleasantries with Clozette’s servant.”
“You called the Duke’s servant just to hear about a lady’s well-being? Am I supposed to believe that?”
As the Prince continued his baseless accusations, Evelione’s expression turned icy.
“Don’t you believe me, Your Highness? What exactly are you suspecting?”
Esteban’s sarcastic smile widened at Evelione’s cold and calm query.
“Who knows? Maybe the most influential nobles, the Herden Dukes and the Baltazar Dukes, are plotting to stab me in the back.”
“Your Highness!”
Unable to bear it any longer, Evelione sharply called out to the Prince.
As Evelione’s face flashed with anger, the Prince, seemingly satisfied, approached her with a mocking attitude and abruptly grabbed her wrist.
“Or are you planning to corner me to the brink, just like how my mother was driven to hang herself by the nobles? Unfortunately, I’m not that weak.”
“Please, Your Highness…!”
Evelione winced in pain as Esteban gripped her wrist too tightly.
Roselia, seeing the Prince’s misunderstanding deepening, reluctantly stepped forward to intervene.
Or at least, she tried to, until Klaus suddenly appeared, pushing her aside as he stepped in.
Caught off guard by the Duke’s unexpected entrance, Roselia could only stare in astonishment.
Klaus’s expression was one of anger, rare for someone who usually hid his emotions.
“Enough, Your Highness.”
“Oh, Duke Baltazar. Speaking of the devil. Isn’t this just perfect?”
“Release her hand.”
Klaus’s unmasked anger seemed to provoke Esteban even more, as madness flickered in his golden eyes.
“Are you commanding me, Duke Klaus de Baltazar?”
It felt like standing in the midst of a thunderstorm.
How did Roselia end up in the midst of the original novel’s main characters?
Standing awkwardly to the side, she felt increasingly out of place.
“Enough! If you continue like this, I will not attend the next Rapelios Agreement meeting, Your Highness!”
The Rapelios Empire’s agreements were largely led by Evelione, a testament to her diplomatic skills, even acknowledged by the Prince she so despised.
With the next Rapelios Agreement meeting approaching, Esteban had no choice but to begrudgingly back down.
“The Princess resorts to blackmail using international agreements. Remarkable.”
Reluctantly, the Prince left the room, and Evelione sighed deeply. As she did, Roselia inadvertently let out a sigh of relief, drawing the attention of both the Duke and the Princess.
“Why are you here?”
Challenged by Klaus’s suspicious gaze, Roselia found herself momentarily at a loss for words.
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
