He knew everything about the Caleta Empire, from top to bottom, and possessed an unfathomable amount of wisdom. In his presence, one could only hold their breath and hope for a merciful judgment.
“What preparations are being made?”
The lofty audience chamber had a high ceiling, illuminated only by the necessary amount of light, primarily because Carlos’ eyes were exceptionally bright.
“The celebration commemorating the subjugation of the Western monsters is soon. Rustica Gennes is likely to appear then; at least, I am assuming so. No, she definitely will.”
Aldwin tried to speak as definitively as possible. No ambiguity could be tolerated in this setting. Dying before even getting married was not an option.
He didn’t regret taking on the mission out of loyalty, even as he entertained the improbable idea that Rustica would betray the Emperor. Aldwin had ambitions. He was determined to survive this and go down in history books as the first diplomat of the Caleta Empire.
“When is the date of the celebration?”
“In one week.”
“Not much time left. Were you planning to act then?”
“Yes.”
Aldwin stated definitively. The celebration was the grandest stage where the traitorous Rustica Gennes would boldly make an appearance from Perseta. Though she had kept her mouth shut during state funerals, the celebration was a different matter. It was an intolerable humiliation for the Caleta Empire.
“Eliza Varakova is making the preparations.”
Upon hearing plans for an assassination, Carlos took a moment to exhale and tilted his head back. His gaze continued to look down upon Aldwin.
“Of course, if you command it, Your Majesty. Until then, we are preparing to the best of our abilities.”
“And the plan is?”
“We are prepared for death. Without fail, Rustica Gennes will be executed.”
Eliza Varakova was even prepared to die with her—a common tactic among assassins.
Carlos tapped the armrest of his throne with his long, slender fingers. Once again, Aldwin was plunged into an endless abyss of silence.
No one in the Caleta Empire would dare to wonder, ‘What could His Majesty the Emperor be thinking?’ Aldwin was no exception. It was His Majesty’s decision to make; they just had to follow without questioning.
Those who had questioned the Emperor’s thoughts all met a grim end.
A recent prominent example was none other than Rustica Gennes. Aldwin had no doubt that, like everyone else, Rustica would meet the same fate. It was an inevitable conclusion.
“Cease it.”
Aldwin’s eyes widened at the Emperor’s response after a long pause. Cease the assassination plan for Rustica Gennes? Had he misheard? Doubting his hearing, Aldwin had no choice but to respond immediately.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Keep tracking Rustica’s whereabouts.”
“Yes.”
Tap, tap, tap. Carlos continued to lightly tap his armrest.
“The banquet will start in the evening.”
“Yes. It will last until late, with fireworks.”
Carlos chuckled at the response.
“You’re working hard.”
The comment likely referred to Emperor Perseta, but Aldwin remained silent. It was best not to respond when things were ambiguous.
“Continue to monitor closely. And Rustica will…”
Suddenly, Aldwin realized that His Majesty had been consistently referring to the traitor quite informally.
However, that was not an important matter. His Majesty was merely calling her as he was used to. Aldwin habitually paid no attention to all the Emperor did.
“Rustica will be disposed of by me personally.”
“Yes, Your Majesty. I’ll do my best.”
If His Majesty was personally intervening, Rustica Gennes would probably die without leaving a corpse.
Aldwin felt relieved that the Emperor’s fury was not directed at him, thus he had no sympathy for Rustica. She got what she deserved. Who had dared her to rebel?
‘Ever since her parents moved to Perseta, she had been influenced by strange ideologies… well, she had always had rebellious tendencies.’
It was bound to happen. Bowing deeply at the signal to leave, Aldwin exited.
[Star Icon]Nobles who had come to the capital for the state funeral settled in Chalea for the banquet.
Thanks to this, the streets where the nobles’ mansions were located and the outskirts of the capital were filled with car gatherings, poetry readings, and concerts every day. The theaters were so packed that people barely fit.
“It’s not just the theaters; the department stores and the costume rooms are the same. Everywhere you go, there’s no room to even set foot. You know what’s the most fun?”
Lu looked at her mother.
“As soon as the news of the banquet came out, the Blue Guild was all activated.”
At that, Greta, who had been adjusting Lu’s dress, perked up her head.
“So even you heard, Countess!”
“Heard, indeed.”
“Ladies tried to order Blue Guild dresses and all failed! My God, they used all that fabric to make cravats!”
Greta was genuinely angry.
“Our gentlemen are diligently wearing cravats as a symbol of loyalty.”
Milenne Gennes, Countess Plache, muttered as she flipped through fabric samples.
“So now tailors are losing sleep over making formal wear. Ah, the passion for fashion; the ladies of Chalea can never catch up with the gentlemen.”
Greta checked Lu’s long dress once more while shaking her head. She was of middle age and unmarried, thus used the title ‘Mrs.’
Having passed through the strict security of the Chalea Royal Palace due to the summons of His Majesty and entered Grea Palace, she was quite puffed up with the pride of being the designer chosen by His Majesty.
“Now, shall we take a look? Countess, please look at your daughter.”
Lu looked at her mother awkwardly. Her mother rose from her seat to come closer and examined the dress Lu was wearing.
“Since you said you would be wearing pearls, I tried using cream-colored silk. It’s both beautiful and warm.”
“Usually, they would use blue for a new pledge of loyalty.”
Gretta nodded at Milene’s words.
“Usually, yes, ‘usually’ is the word. But isn’t that too obvious? On the contrary, innocence, cleanliness, and purity would stand out. Furthermore, a boring blue wave. Pfft.”
It seemed that the designer Hayden had hired made people feel that the all-blue was monotonous and boring. She was saying with her whole body that she disliked the blatantly obvious blue.
“I don’t know what Your Grace prefers, but if you just let me know, I can tailor it to anything. I can even make boring blue interesting.”
“I like cream color.”
Lou looked in the mirror, nodded, and then looked at her mother.
“How is it?”
“It suits you really well.”
Though they had only been to Gabon, at least she knew her daughter had grown into a dignified adult. Milene, who had only ever thought about her fourteen-year-old daughter when parting, smiled with complicated and bitter eyes.
“You could get married already.”
“Ah, don’t say that. I’m not doing that, Mom.”
However, Milene, who saw right through the Emperor’s intentions for specifically requesting a designer that used cream-colored silk, couldn’t stop her complex thoughts.
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
