Blanche Hertian.
The record I have of him goes like this.
Hertian was born a bastard of the Emperor.
However, it was difficult for him to survive in the imperial palace as a prince, bearing the stigma of his lowly commoner mother. Especially as he started to show distinctive skills in martial arts.
The situation worsened over time. The Empress, mother of Serdis, was even annoyed by Hertian’s mere existence.
After a poisoning incident, Hertian ended up living with the Emperor’s brother, the Duke, who was a general leading a vast knight order and was particularly fond of his nephew.
So, a few years ago, when he died of a chronic illness, he readily gave up his position as a Duke.
But after the shadow of the Duke disappeared, the shadow of death approached Hertian again.
The Emperor had no choice but to send him to the battlefield. His first war came just a week after he gained his title.
“It was a necessary choice to survive.”
This is what everyone knows about the Duke.
Actually, it doesn’t matter who he was.
Just one peculiar point though.
That he… is asexual.
“Remember this clearly.”
The appearance of Hertian just before Serdis ascended to the throne after the Emperor died.
Hertian didn’t court a duchess and couldn’t even glance at the throne. Meanwhile, Serdis parted from Anette, met various women, and created his own power base.
The Duke’s vassals suggested he bring in a Duchess to expand his power, but he wasn’t interested in power or women. He just didn’t want to hear the vassals’ nagging.
After that, I casually skimmed through the dragging main character, so I can’t remember what sort of conclusion the Duke eventually faced.
The important thing is that he isn’t interested in women!
I had to keep him.
“Your Grace. Let’s confirm once more. There’s no turning back from our marriage.”
As I wandered around the backyard of the mansion, I whispered quietly to Hertian.
“Of course.”
And the Duke, like me, needed a hollow partner. Then the vassals wouldn’t urge him to bring in a Duchess.
“It’s neat.”
My future husband is asexual.
I barely managed to hold back the laughter that sprouted from the unexpected fortune that rolled in.
A man with no interest in women and a Duke with no interest in women.
Perfect.
A truly perfect partner.
I decided to pretend not to know his secret thoroughly.
“After marriage, please respect each other’s private lives.”
“Of course. I have absolutely no intention of touching your private life. So let’s think of us as comrades!”
“Comrades…… I don’t like that term. Neither does Your Grace. Since we’re a married couple, call me differently.”
Maybe because I knew he had no heterosexual interests, despite knowing he was a Duke, the conversation felt comfortable.
“If you have a preferred term, let me know. I’ll definitely call you that.”
I had to agree at that point.
I smiled brightly at the handsome Duke. It would be fun to find out who his hidden lover is as we live together.
“As you wish. Just don’t call me stiffly.”
“I agree. How about this? Call me ‘darling.'”
Since we have to act as a couple, something provocative and sticky would be nice.
To shake off Serdis, darling, which he always wanted to call, would be the best.
“Darling?”
“Yes. If not darling, then honey.”
The Duke would be flustered.
“I like it. Your Grace. Or should I also call you darling?”
Contrary to my expectation, he showed no hint of fluster.
Rather, he seemed somewhat pleased.
“We could be good partners, right?”
“I agree.”
I had a long conversation with the shameless him. Despite not having seen each other many times, the conversation was smooth and comfortable.
When we reached the end of the backyard, a branch full of white petals appeared on a large tree. It was a catalpa tree that my father brought when he was an ambassador. I reached out my finger to the branch.
“Have you seen this flower before?”
“I saw it on the battlefield. The name was unique so I remembered it.”
“Hertian and I are the same.”
Normally, we agreed to call the Duke by his name. We reserved special nicknames for only when necessary.
“I really like this flower.”
“I like it too. It’s like snow suitable for spring.”
I was taken aback looking at Hertian looking up at the lushly bloomed white flowers.
“Me too. It’s even better because it’s not snow but it falls like snow and doesn’t disappear.”
Because his reason for liking the peach blossom tree was the same as mine.
During the cold winter, my illness worsened, and my family kept me from leaving the mansion.
I could only watch the fluttering snow from a distance.
‘How much I love snow.’
Therefore, the snowlike white petals were to me a representation of the feeling of playing outside in winter.
“It’s strange. No one has ever said such a thing looking at this tree.”
And I had never mentioned it out loud either.
Except to one person.
“Could it be…”
Looking up at the much taller Hertian, I widened my eyes.
“Casian?”
Casian, my longtime pen pal.
Every spring, I told him about the peach blossom tree branches he sent me.
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
