Last night, while checking on the horses for the journey and returning to his chambers, Kicheph encountered Rodlakki.
“Ah, Kicheph. Where is your master?”
“[Kicheph Kachin, meets the Kun.]”
“[Kneel.]”
Kicheph knelt expressionlessly.
Even after being freed from slavery and receiving a surname from Giovanni, in Rodlakki’s eyes, he remained a slave forever.
Kicheph could have resisted, but fearing repercussions for Giovanni, he complied.
Rodlakki had him kneel only to chat idly with his companion, clearly intending to humiliate Kicheph, who remained stoic.
“[Ah, yes. Kicheph, take my gift with you before we leave tomorrow.]”
“[A gift, sir?]”
“[Yes. I hear the king of Liorssa has a new daughter. A congratulatory gift.]”
It was not unusual in a royal house that valued numerous offspring to celebrate a late child.
But then.
“[Such joy for him to have such a grown daughter at his age! Considering our relations with the kingdom, it’s fitting to celebrate.]”
Rodlakki whispered as he passed the stoic Kicheph.
“[That little country is quite something, isn’t it?]”
With talk of marriage alliances, and Liorssa’s king introducing a new princess.
‘That implies…’
Kicheph looked at Giovanni.
Despite being informed of this, Giovanni remained unperturbed.
The glory of the blessed empire.
Such a great being, handcrafted by the gods, was certainly beyond the understanding of ordinary people like Kicheph.
Still, how could he be so indifferent about his own marriage?
Kicheph worried whether Giovanni, always calm and detached, would let even this matter slide.
‘Even if His Highness lets it pass, I won’t stand idly by. A princess of Liorssa, supposedly the apple of their eye, and now some unknown woman? To think they dared to pull off such a stunt! If she turns out to be a worn-out woman, I might have to take care of it…’
Cruel thoughts swirled in his mind.
Kicheph, pondering how to spite the detestable Liorssa royal family and their cunningly allied woman, heard Giovanni’s calm voice.
“There’s no need for that, Kicheph.”
Kicheph blinked, his face rigid, as Giovanni lifted his thin lips slightly.
“What a sight you are.”
“Your Highness, I…”
“I know what you’re worrying about.”
Giovanni’s gaze, typically indifferent, was directed toward the vast desert ahead. Despite his deep trust in Giovanni, Kicheph instinctively gripped the reins tighter, finding his leader’s gaze empty and distant as if looking at the end of the desert.
“Rodlakki’s scheming is bothersome.”
“…”
“Still, I don’t like being deceived.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have no intention of marrying a woman I don’t even know.”
Hearing Giovanni’s firm voice, Kicheph’s uneasy heart melted away like snow.
“The wind is dying down. Let’s not rush.”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
Kicheph responded brightly, feeling as if a thorn in his side had been removed. It was as if a scorpion that had been stinging his insides was suddenly gone.
Following Giovanni, a fiery determination blazed in Kicheph’s eyes.
‘Yes. That’s our Prince. He wouldn’t just succumb so easily!’
But it wasn’t over yet.
Although Giovanni declared he wouldn’t marry, Kicheph wasn’t ready to let things slide. His disdain for the Liorssa royal family and the woman who became a princess for this marriage had already peaked before even arriving in the kingdom.
‘They’ll pay a hefty price for daring to mock His Highness.’
Deep into the night, the Lorenst estate was tranquil.
Outside, the rustling of leaves in the wind was occasional, but inside, the mansion was as quiet as a grave.
Clank.
The Count Lorenst put down his teacup on the saucer and cleared his throat.
“When is the welcome banquet for the delegation?”
While savoring his tea with a slight tilt of his chin, Hubert replied.
“Day after tomorrow. The delegation just arrived a few hours ago, so today they’ll rest. Tomorrow they’ll have a private meeting with His Majesty. The banquet will then go on for a week.”
Lady Emerun’s eyes widened.
“A whole week? For mere barbarians? That seems extravagant.”
She made the comment while sucking the butter off her fingers from the rich cookie. Hubert looked at her with his usual disdainful gaze and responded coldly.
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
