He listened closely to the faint sounds that drifted in. The rustling of leaves in the wind, the chirping of insects in the grass…
Wait, insects?
Startled, he opened his eyes to find himself enveloped by a dark grove.
“Are you awake?”
He responded with a slight nod and slowly blinked. It didn’t take long to understand the situation.
So, this was the grove where he had practiced magic. He had succumbed to drowsiness and, leaning on Ian’s shoulder, fallen into a deep sleep?
“How long have I been out? Why didn’t you wake me?”
“Not much time has passed.”
He knew that was a lie. The moon, which had been a dim glow earlier, was now bright and radiant.
“How do you feel?”
“I feel fine. Actually, I feel refreshed after a quick nap.”
“Good.”
His voice, which had been consistently flat, now sounded softer. The tinge of a smile in his tone was strangely ticklish.
What’s that? Was he seeing things, having just woken up?
Blinking a few times did not change anything. What he saw was his own hand tightly holding onto Ian’s.
Ian’s palm was wide open, and it was definitely his own hand that was grasping it tightly.
Just as he was about to clench his fingers, he flinched. Only then did he become aware of the sensation at his fingertips.
Ian’s hand was large, solid, and warm.
He had done a lot of strange things.
“Shall we head back to the inn?”
He stood up, casting his gaze beyond the grove, and started to walk away quickly, as if planning to act as though nothing had happened.
However, Ian’s steps behind him were unusual.
“Klein?”
He had thought Ian was just trailing behind, but his gait looked somewhat uncomfortable. Judging by his tilted posture, it appeared he had a cramp in his right leg.
“Is it because you’ve been uncomfortable because of me?”
“It’s just a minor cramp in my leg. I’ll follow slowly.”
“Let me support you. Lean on me.”
Returning to where they had come from, he stood in front of Ian, who was standing still like a lost child.
“It’s fine…”
“I’ve received so much help from you already. Let me do this at least.”
Wrapping his arm around Ian’s waist, he felt Ian flinch significantly. That reaction made him rather uneasy.
As he was about to carefully retract his hand, Ian grabbed his wrist.
“Then, could you please help me up to that tree?”
“Sure. Feel free to lean more on me.”
It was only then that he felt Ian put some weight on him. Tightening his grip around Ian’s waist, Ian hesitated before draping his arm over his shoulder.
As he prepared to walk, he glanced over his left shoulder. A clenched fist hovered there, as if intentionally avoiding contact with his shoulder.
If Ian had simply put his hand on his shoulder, it would have been much easier…
It’s okay to be more comfortable around each other since we’re comrades. All he had to do was say that.
But for some reason, his lips remained tightly sealed.
“…Shall we go?”
“Yes.”
With Ian’s brief answer, he averted his gaze from his left shoulder and looked ahead.
A moist wind blew past them, sweeping across their bodies. He couldn’t help but think that even the wind felt ticklish today. The chirping of the insects in the grass continued behind them.
[Star icon]“Miss!”
As he entered the second-floor hallway, Ann, who had been standing in front of his room, rushed towards him.
“Be careful, you might trip.”
“You’ve been gone for three days. You should just stay comfortably at the mansion before going on your expedition.”
Ann grumbled loudly. After informing her that he would stay at the knight’s lodging for training, he had spent a solid three days there.
“Any letters?”
Though he felt a bit sorry for Ann, he would have preferred to stay there longer if he had not heard that a reply had arrived from Dylan.
“I’ve kept it well-hidden.”
“You insolent wretc…
“It’s because… Miss has rarely been coming to the mansion.”
Anne had often sent servants to urge Rosebelia to return. Anne was one of the few people who wished for Rosebelia to stay in this house.
“It’s a compliment for doing well.”
“I hope the Miss can rest, even just a little…”
“I know, thank you.”
“Have you been training a lot? You’ll be departing for a punitive expedition soon?”
“Well, you could say that.”
During the time I stayed at the lodging, I practiced aura constantly. The pattern was always the same. Feeling reassured that Ian was beside me, I freely wielded the aura and then succumbed to exhaustion, only to find myself always leaning on Ian’s shoulder when I opened my eyes again.
“Here, Miss.”
Anne handed me a letter to open. Dylan’s reply to me was brief.
‘As you said, a request has come in from the Holton family. They said to hurry, but concocting an antidote for the poison won’t be easy and will take time. I have to go to the Duke’s mansion soon; let’s discuss more then.’
“Is this the answer you were waiting for?”
“It’s a bit ambiguous.”
How can we discuss anything at the Duke’s mansion where many eyes will be watching?
“Please give it to me, I will burn it.”
“Thank you.”
After bathing in the prepared bath, I headed straight to the library.
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
