I didn’t mishear.
Just by looking at Reskal’s expression, I could tell how happy he was. His eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth subtly lifted. It was a face so different from usual that it surprised Degan.
“First, give me a report. How much progress has been made on the tasks I assigned?”
“Ah, yes.”
Degan, struggling to conceal his surprise, composed himself with his usual composure.
“Viscount Pheleon’s whereabouts are still unknown. Considering that I can’t find him, he might be moving under the protection of another sorcerer. We can start tracking him once his movement is finished. And…”
Reskal’s guess about the demon turned out to be correct.
All the corpses left in the temple were dressed in priestly robes. There were no signs of those who looked like knights of Saint Malek.
It seemed challenging to deny the connection between the demon and the knights of Saint Malek.
“We are diligently pursuing traces left by the Knights of Saint Malek. Information is limited because these people are not well-known. Also, as you instructed, I’ve cut off all financial support to Viscount Pashaad. The viscount is about to go bankrupt soon. Since his relationship with Empress has soured, he will have no place to step into in social circles. I suggest leaving that matter to Empress.”
“Is the viscountess avoiding public appearances? Does it have no connection with the trauma of having the consciousness taken away like the imperial priest?”
“Unfortunately, we haven’t confirmed such symptoms. However, it seems certain that the viscountess is pathologically afraid of going outside. According to the servants, even if she opens a window, birds appear and start squawking fiercely. There was even a time when her eyes were scratched, causing injuries.”
Reskal chuckled.
“She’s less mature, but she gets the job done. Let’s stop there. Make sure there’s no recurrence. Understand?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. If there’s anything new you would like me to do?”
“Bring the sorcerer employed in the Pheleon estate. It’s okay even if it’s not by force. If he comes voluntarily, I’ll reward him with as much money as he desires.”
“Do you have any specific tasks to assign?”
Lyan asked, looking puzzled. It also meant that there was no need for Reskal to hire another sorcerer when Degan was present.
“Not for me but for the Empress.”
“Ah, I see. Does that mean…?”
Lyan expressed her concern that Empress might not agree.
On the day of the trial, Empress tried to escape using the power of sorcery. Without knowing why she did that, there was no guarantee that she wouldn’t attempt such a thing again if the motive wasn’t clear.
“It’s not like that.”
But Reskal was nonchalant.
“Well, seeing that you have a good relationship with Empress, that seems fine.”
“There’s still a lot to learn, but Empress has agreed to the fact that she is my companion. We need the sorcerer from Trinidad for that process.”
“Did something change due to sorcery, as expected?”
“My body changed.”
Reskal casually mentioned such a thing, causing both Lyan and Degan to react slowly.
“Yes, then… …Yes? Are you saying that it’s not just a rumor, but it actually happened? Did Empress also agree to it?”
“Is there a sorcery that can change one’s body? No matter how much it’s Trinidad, that is close to the realm of gods, Your Majesty. It’s impossible with human power.”
Reskal nodded nonchalantly. No, it wasn’t nonchalance; rather, he seemed excited.
“It was possible for Empress.”
Lyan finally accepted it after looking at Reskal.
The sensation towards the companion was something only Reskal could feel. Demanding an understanding wouldn’t change anything.
Even if Reskal explained, a fully human like herself wouldn’t comprehend.
“Then I will accept it as well. Well, we’ve often said that Empress seemed like a different person. It wouldn’t be impossible to accept.”
“Empress is a different person. So, I want to find one corpse.”
“Please explain.”
“Empress’s corpse should be left in Delarta.”
Degan had to quickly bow his head at that rude statement.
“So, what you mean is… You want to find the original body of Empress before the body exchange, right?”
“A tomb will be built in Eliadun. Since time has passed, the body might not be intact. Consider that.”
“Excuse me for asking this, but do you have any clues that can specify the location of the corpse?”
“I know the name.”
When Reskal said that, his expression seemed too gentle, making Lyan involuntarily swallow saliva.
“Lysilia.”
“If you find the corpse of someone named Lysilia in Delarta, it should be okay.”
“Yeah. Empress will know the exact location.”
“May I ask if I can inquire further?”
“Sure. …Ah, not today. Ask tomorrow.”
Instead of Degan, Lyan subtly intervened and asked.
Degan’s loyalty was not too rigid to pose a problem for asking such private questions.
“Why tomorrow, Your Majesty?”
“Because tonight, I have to spend it by Empress’s side. I don’t want to bring up anything like death unnecessarily.”
“Ah, I see.”
So, that’s why he looked so soft.
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
