Timothy was standing outside the castle with a few knights, waiting for someone.
The knights were in uniform but stood somewhat disheveled, chatting a little distance away.
“When will they come?”
Lakrahan’s castle grandly divided the boundary between Feriat and the north.
The north was constructed in a very unique structure.
It was surrounded by treacherous valleys and rugged mountains, to the extent that it could be regarded as an isolated space.
There were only two ways to penetrate the north, the first being to receive the emperor’s permission and use a portal.
The second was to use this entrance.
It was the only way to cross the mountains and valleys from the empire’s border and enter the north.
Normally it was tightly closed, and opened only under the watch of the knights, so even if war broke out in Feriat again, the north would be protected separately.
That was what Lakrahan intended when building the castle.
While Timothy was boredly watching the road, an ant crawled ‘plop plop plop’ before his eyes.
Watching it quietly, he rummaged in his pocket and took out a biscuit wrapped in a cloth.
It was something he had obtained from Mrs. Morgan to give to children he might meet on the way.
He snapped off a corner of the biscuit, and threw it in front of the path the ant was taking.
The unusually small ant was diligently following its path when it discovered the biscuit piece Timothy threw, and it wildly waved its antennae.
“You must not have been born long ago, you.”
Timothy crouched down and began to seriously observe the ant.
The knights were distracted, talking about a maiden they had recently met in the village.
The ant that crawled in search of the biscuit picked it up this way and that before triumphantly lifting it.
But then it was immediately flattened by the biscuit.
“Darn.”
As the ant struggled to get up, Timothy quickly looked behind him.
Seeing the knights still engrossed in their conversation, he gently laid his hand over the ant.
Ong[Dash]
A faint light seeped out from beneath his palm, and the ant’s size whooshed, and grew.
Timothy put his hands back on his crouched knees as if nothing had happened and continued to watch the ant.
The ant, now twice its size, sprang up and began its triumphant journey back, carrying the biscuit.
Timothy watched the spectacle with a pleased expression until the ant was out of sight.
“Huh? Butler sir, I think I see someone over there.”
Timothy stood up and looked at a person approaching, raising a faint dust at the end of the road.
From afar, a tall and slender man was approaching, neither too fast nor too slow.
“His hair is really red.”
Just as the knight said, the flaming red hair elegantly curled around the shoulders.
Timothy neatly folded his hands in front of his belly, smiling.
Now he was on his way to meet the crown prince on behalf of the duke.
It was time to be courteous.
The knights also lined up behind him again.
Timothy turned to the knights and said,
“Lauren Cranstoun Aaron.”
He pronounced the man’s name accurately.
“That’s His Highness’s full name. The only son of Emperor Giancarlo of the Deransis Empire, protected by the sea god Velophai, Prince Lauren Cranstoun Aaron. Remember it.”
“Yes, butler sir.”
Everyone focused their attention on Lauren.
Even his walking gait had an innate aristocratic grace.
It was not learned, but a natural demonstration of what a noble’s demeanor is.
A man with a different character from the dignified and stern Lakrahan.
“Butler sir, is it true that the prince is connected with the sea god?”
“Hey, how do you know that, butler sir?”
“Where is something the butler doesn’t know? He has been in the royal palace for a long time, and all the famous nobles have gone through his hands. You were originally from a very famous noble family, right, sir?”
Timothy showed an impeccably neat smile.
“It’s true that the Emperor is connected with Velopia. They have been for generations. It’s a special country in its relationship with the Emperor and the guardian deity.”
Meanwhile, Loren had already approached them.
“It’s an honor that the beautiful empire’s prince has come all the way to the north.”
Timothy, who had greeted politely, looked behind him and asked,
“Excuse me, Prince Loren. Where are the other knights?”
“Ah. Are you referring to the knights who will protect me?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Timothy folded his hands and waited neatly for an answer.
Loren laughed and pointed to the green lizard on his shoulder.
“Here it is. My knight’s name is Owl.”
Then he raised his eyebrows towards Timothy, playfully shaking them.
“He doesn’t eat much, so you don’t have to worry.”
“Pff.”
A knight standing behind couldn’t hold back a laugh, then quickly regained his composure and lifted his chin.
“Hahaha.”
Loren, in a good mood, rang his Adam’s apple in laughter, and gestured towards the inside to Timothy.
“Shall we go inside after these greetings? I want to meet the war hero I’ve only heard of, my body is itching to meet him.”
Timothy still held his polite smile and bowed his head.
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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