Having risen to the ranks of nobility late, Loren Logia had remarkably little experience in high society.
She was kinder and more genuine than anyone, with a deep empathy for others’ hearts, but that was rather a poison in aristocratic society.
“Isn’t it a bit too much, staying silent while they treat our lady so harshly?”
Her outburst, unable to hold back, was no different from tossing a delectable morsel to everyone, including Viscountess Rondo.
But what fault could there be in her, who had grown angry on her behalf?
Kasallin felt a slight embarrassment but had no desire to blame Loren Logia.
“You, you’re Miss Loren Logia, aren’t you? The maid of Miss Robepon, who followed her from the Kingdom of Kan?”
Viscountess Rondo, as if seizing the opportunity, began to bring up Loren Logia as a topic.
Her expression was like that of a starving hunter placing a fortuitously caught rabbit on the chopping block.
Only then did Loren Logia realize her excited outburst had been a mistake, and her fingertips began to tremble.
The noblewomen, seeing Loren Logia flustered and at a loss, exchanged meaningful glances among themselves.
Viscountess Rondo, not giving her a chance, pressed again.
“Dear Miss Logia, why are you suddenly angry at such a fine gathering? What have we done?”
“I, well…”
“Please don’t misunderstand. If I’ve done something wrong, I’m asking so I can correct it.”
Loren Logia could no longer open her mouth.
She must have realized that any response now would only harm Kasallin.
As Loren Logia faltered, unable to continue, Viscountess Rondo grew even more emboldened and finally crossed a line that should not have been crossed.
“I hear that in the Kingdom of Kan, as long as you have some wealth, even those of low status can buy a title, isn’t that right? In that sense, it really feels like a completely different country from the Renel Empire.”
Duchess Rudo’s expression darkened.
The other noblewomen, sensing something amiss, began to glance at Kasallin.
Unaware of this, Viscountess Rondo continued her blatant—yet in her mind, cleverly and eloquently delivered—insults toward Loren Logia.
“In the Renel Empire, where legitimacy is valued above all, such a thing would be unthinkable. Bloodlines are, after all, bestowed by the gods, and the idea that anyone with a bit of gold can enjoy privileges threatens the very fabric of society…”
“Viscountess Rondo.”
Another noblewoman, noticing Kasallin’s unusual gaze, quietly tried to signal her.
Kasallin stared at Viscountess Rondo, determined to see just how far she would go with her reckless chatter.
Only then did Viscountess Rondo, seeing Kasallin, flinch and swallow hard, realizing the other guests’ expressions were also unfavorable.
“N-no, of course, I wasn’t referring to anyone in particular. I just found it interesting how systems differ despite geographic proximity.”
Viscountess Rondo belatedly offered an explanation.
Kasallin, gently cutting a piece of soft buttercream cake with her fork, gave a slight smile.
“You seem very interested in the culture of the Kingdom of Kan, Viscountess. You must read a lot of books.”
“No, not particularly…”
“In that case, I’d like to have someone by my side who shares my hobbies. How fortunate. If Viscountess Rondo would become my maid, it would be perfect.”
At this unexpected remark, even Duchess Rudo and Isabella, who had been as cold as ice dolls, widened their eyes in shock.
Viscountess Rondo, doubting her own ears, asked again.
“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”
“I wake up every morning at five. So, please arrive at the Empress’s Palace by at least four. We’ll read and discuss books together until sunrise. Mostly the original Mahan scriptures and Asaria’s political philosophy texts. It’s something Miss Logia and I do daily.”
“Every day?”
The noblewomen couldn’t hide their astonishment.
They must have assumed that, being the daughter of a rural dairyman, Loren Logia’s knowledge was limited.
Loren Logia had been diligently studying every day to become someone worthy of being her lady’s maid.
Kasallin could tolerate many things.
The cliquishness, the exclusion as an outsider, the constant digging into her complicated past—she could endure it all.
But she could not overlook someone insulting her dear friend Loren Logia to her face.
“With your eloquence and intellectual curiosity, Viscountess Rondo, I believe you’d make an excellent maid.”
“Miss Robepon, are you joking?”
“No, I’m serious. As soon as this tea party ends, I’ll go to His Majesty the Emperor, submit Viscountess Rondo’s name, and request approval. Please prepare to enter the palace starting tomorrow. Let’s get along well.”
This was no bluff.
Kasallin genuinely intended to make Viscountess Rondo her maid.
She planned to make her viscerally understand the immense responsibility of being the Empress’s maid and the effort Loren Logia put in.
From meals to attending to clothing, bathing, and assisting with minor tasks, she would have to tirelessly serve her without a moment’s rest.
[This is the timeline separator]“We apologize on her behalf. She’s not usually so thoughtless.”
After the tea party ended, Duchess Rudo and Isabella sought out Kasallin privately to ask forgiveness for Viscountess Rondo’s remarks.
If someone usually sensible acted so brazenly today, wasn’t it ultimately because they thought Kasallin was an easy target?
Despite the apology, Duchess Rudo’s words carried no hint of remorse, and Kasallin calmly shook her head.
“No, there’s no need to dwell on what’s passed. Moreover, there’s no reason for the Duchess to apologize on her behalf.”
“Your understanding is truly profound.”
“Above all, since she’ll soon be my person, I’ll make sure to teach her not to make such mistakes again. Isn’t that also the responsibility of one who will become Empress?”
Duchess Rudo silently curved her lips into a smile.
“But are you really planning to make Viscountess Rondo your maid?”
“Yes.”
“Miss Kasallin, with your kind nature, you might embrace Viscountess Rondo well, but she’s quite emotional and may not be suited for the role of a maid. Perhaps you should reconsider?”
As she spoke, Duchess Rudo glanced at Isabella.
It seemed she wanted to make Isabella her close maid.
But, perhaps to preserve her pride, she was dropping hints so subtly.
Kasallin, pretending not to catch the signal, replied innocently.
“Thank you for your sincere advice. But I don’t think I can trouble Duchess Rudo any further. From now on, I’ll handle my own affairs.”
Duchess Rudo gazed at Kasallin with her strikingly dark eyes, then nodded without lingering regret.
After the Rudo mother and daughter left, Loren Logia, who had been waiting to one side, hesitantly approached.
Her shoulders slumped so much she looked like melting ice cream about to spill over.
“I’m sorry, my lady. Because of me…”
“Even without you, I wouldn’t have let it slide. They say you shouldn’t make enemies in high society, but if someone insults my people, that’s a different matter. Don’t worry about it.”
“My lady…”
Tears streamed down Loren Logia’s face.
Kasallin gently patted her back.
“You’re crying over something trivial again. Sometimes it feels like you’re crying on my behalf.”
“What…? Crying on your behalf…?”
Loren Logia, her nose red, sniffled and asked.
Kasallin shook her head, saying it was nothing.
“There’s some time before evening, so go to your quarters and rest your eyes. I’ll take a short walk alone and return.”
[This is the timeline separator]As evening approached, the western sky seemed ablaze with purple flames.
On any other day, Parnes would already be handling reports and moving on to the next task, but today he had completely set his pen aside.
Ludwig, with the wrinkles around his mouth deepening as he smiled, asked.
“Are you concerned?”
“About what?”
“You can’t fool this old man’s eyes. You’re worried about Miss Kasallin, stepping into high society for the first time, and can’t focus on work all day, can you?”
Before Ludwig could finish, Parnes let out a genuinely incredulous laugh.
“Spouting nonsense like that, it seems it’s time for you to retire.”
Parnes tossed the report he’d been reluctantly reading to the corner of his desk and stood up.
Ludwig hurriedly followed him, saying.
“Your Majesty, the tea party is a ladies’ event. Surely you’re not planning to go there?”
“Do you think I’m that thoughtless a man? Don’t follow me.”
With a firm word, Parnes turned toward the Empress’s Palace.
From a distance, someone was approaching—it was Isabella.
She was wandering the forest path at a remarkably slow pace, as if waiting to run into someone.
“Oh… I greet Your Majesty the Emperor. What a coincidence to meet you here.”
When their eyes met, Isabella hurried over and gracefully curtsied.
Glancing at her briefly, Parnes looked toward the path leading to the Empress’s Palace and responded casually.
“The tea party seems to have ended.”
“Yes. Everyone had a fruitful and enjoyable time. All thanks to Your Majesty’s grace.”
“If everyone enjoyed it, that’s thanks to Kasallin’s efforts, not mine.”
“Oh… of course. Miss Kasallin must have put in a great deal of effort as well.”
“Indeed. Well, take care.”
Though they hadn’t fully conversed, Isabella’s eyes hurriedly followed Parnes as he moved to leave.
Just as she opened her mouth, as if to say something more.
Parnes suddenly stopped and asked Isabella.
“By the way, who prepared the guest list for this tea party? Kasallin, who doesn’t know many people in Grandjer, couldn’t have handled the invitations.”
“Honored to say, I took the liberty of preparing the guest list. I selected individuals from families who could be of help to Miss Kasallin.”
Isabella spoke, unable to fully hide her proud expression.
Parnes nodded nonchalantly, as if it were no big deal, and moved on without further questions.
Just then.
“Have you finished speaking?”
“Did I say something wrong? A maid’s lack of manners only means the master is no better.”
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
