‘Fever, chills, vomiting.’
‘Diarrhea, coughing up blood, unconsciousness.’
These agonizing symptoms were written next to Ermedillin’s name, dated.
The handwriting initially wasn’t Ermedillin’s but changed to her own when she turned 17.
Clearly, the one who had been keeping this journal before wasn’t Ermedillin herself.
As she read through the journal with a heavy feeling, it was as she had suspected; her father was the one who had poisoned young Ermedillin.
‘No wonder she survived even after being stabbed by a poisoned dagger.’
What a terrible family.
One might think that they were toughening up their daughter from a young age to leave no room for assassination, but the Duke Franshuar, from experience, was not that kind of man.
The family heir being a son, it seemed they had merely experimented on their defenseless young daughter.
Indeed, the terrible symptoms were recorded in a straightforward font and an emotionless tone.
‘While such a miserable childhood doesn’t fully justify her evil deeds, it is still heartbreaking.’
Despite her high social standing, striking appearance, and magical talent, it was no longer a mystery why she had gone astray.
‘Could Valiere also have some unknown circumstance?’
Though she had resolved to be indifferent, Ermedillin couldn’t help but be concerned for her.
She felt a strong urge to give another chance to the young woman, who would now be in her twenties, residing within Valiere.
Having graduated from high school and pondering over her densely written past, Ermedillin felt a light headache.
Therefore, she decided to take a stroll in the garden, where the fading sun was casting its final light, before dinner.
Planning to walk with Luni, she saw Valiere appearing around the corner.
The path was singular, with no turning back.
Since they had met, Ermedillin decided to congratulate Valiere on the approval of her founding festival plan.
“Your proposal has been approved. Congratulations!”
Even though the Empress Ermedillin had initiated the conversation, Valiere did not even offer a casual nod.
In reality, Ermedillin didn’t care whether Valiere greeted her or not, but this insolence was witnessed by Luni, Valiere’s maids, and the guards in the garden.
‘Ah, if only she would act wisely.’
Ermedillin found Valiere pitiable yet foolish for continually damaging her own reputation.
However, Ermedillin decided to maintain her dignity regardless of Valiere’s insolence.
“Opening up the culture to the people is an excellent idea. Everyone will be so happy…”
“Exactly. My proposal will bring joy to all. But what about your absurd suggestion, Your Majesty?”
“Absurd?”
“The water maintenance and seawater relief are fine, but masks? If you’re going to cover the nose and mouth, why not cover it all?”
Is she serious?
Everyone else may voice their opinions, but Valiere shouldn’t.
Isn’t she one of the only two people with a basic understanding of modern infection control?
Reading Ermedillin’s incredulous expression, Valiere muttered in a low voice.
“Why make the royal and noble families wear masks too when you can just force them on the commoners?”
“Because we don’t know who’s infected. Isn’t that common sense?”
“Wouldn’t I be free from infection if I am in the palace? Aren’t you simply displeased with my standing next to you in front of the people?”
“Ah…”
Ermedillin sincerely couldn’t find the words to respond.
“Who could’ve made you think this way?”
Confused, Ermedillin took some time to find an appropriate response.
“The Duke of Ilenian’s heir also died of the epidemic. The palace is not necessarily safe.”
“Let’s assume I am the carrier. Everyone is wearing masks anyway, what’s the issue?”
“So you won’t wear one but will force the commoners to?”
“Yes. That’s what I plan to request from His Majesty.”
“Fine. Do as you please.”
Ermedillin felt whatever little goodwill she had towards Vallier evaporate upon hearing his brazen response.
No longer wanting to argue, Ermedillin ultimately surrendered, raising both her hands in defeat.
A few days later.
Ermedillin set out to meet the mask craftsmen Pellio had arranged.
She could have invited the craftsmen to the palace, but she found the palace suffocating and wanted to visit the orphanage construction site along the way.
Pellio rented a small shop so Ermedillin wouldn’t have to visit each workshop individually, gathering all the craftsmen there.
“But Your Majesty, why only cover the nose and mouth with the masks?”
It seemed Pellio hadn’t explained the reason while hiring the craftsmen.
Ermedillin’s face clouded at one craftsman’s question.
“To prevent the spread of the disease. Since the event cannot be canceled, this is the least we can do.”
The room, noisy moments ago, fell silent.
‘Right. They must find it unbelievable. A witch who caused an epidemic concerned about prevention.’
Perceiving their silence as mockery, Ermedillin cast a bitter smile and turned her gaze to the mask in front of her.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Suddenly, applause echoed from somewhere.
“Huh?”
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
