Amy had an extremely confident tone.
“You should sincerely grant your blessing.”
“Alright.”
I chuckled and pointed at the fabrics Amy had brought.
“What are these?”
Amy immediately started to fold them.
“These are fabrics gifted by His Majesty! I’ll make a winter coat for the Holy Lady with these…”
“You already have a lot of clothes, more?”
“You can never have too many clothes.”
In fact, the real reason Hades ordered new clothes was to prepare for my departure with Iscariel.
‘…Not with Iscariel, but I will leave anyway.’
I opened my mouth slowly.
“That’s true.”
Amy looked at me with a somewhat surprised face.
“The more clothes, the better. Focus on making a lot of warm outdoor wear.”
“Yes!”
(This is a time separator.)
About ten kilometers away from Duke Donovan’s Castle.
Closer to the north, a snowy mountain came into view, and a noisy commotion broke out in a pub in a small village.
“Are you really those heroes?”
“Heroes? Far from it.”
A handsome man with a radiant appearance was at the center of the group.
“We’re merely adventurers.”
“People who accomplish great feats like you are exactly what we call heroes.”
The villagers wouldn’t miss this rare spectacle.
Soon, the rumor spread, and the pub was filled with people of all ages.
“Is it true you repelled the evil dragon?”
“We didn’t kill it, but it won’t descend to the villages. We gave it a good thrashing.”
“Wow…”
Of course, not everyone was impressed.
“How do we believe you repelled a dragon?”
Thump.
A haughty female mage beside the handsome man took something out of her robe and placed it on the table.
“…!”
Whispers broke out.
Flames flickered from a dark, humansized claw.
The mage calmly opened her mouth.
“If you can’t tell it’s a dragon, that’s one thing, but to deny it’s a dragon claw shows your ignorance.”
“Let’s stop there.”
The handsome man held the mage back.
“Why?”
The mage had a face that showed she was not at all convinced.
“He’s denying your achievements.”
“It doesn’t matter if some people don’t believe us.”
The handsome man spread a leisurely smile.
“Especially if those few are ruffians from the countryside.”
“Ah, I must have made a huge mistake.”
The ruffian who initially picked a fight quickly intervened to apologize.
“I’ll apologize. I’ve never seen anything like this in my life. If there’s an owner worthy of this claw, it can only be a dragon.”
“I’ll accept the apology.”
The magician nodded, but the previously cold atmosphere remained.
The one who changed the atmosphere was neither as handsome as the handsome man nor as imposing as the magician but a cheerful redhaired warrior.
“Well, isn’t anyone planning to offer our heroes a drink?”
“Serve these heroes the finest honey wine!”
The tavern instantly became noisy, and the previously tense atmosphere shifted to a lively and cheerful one.
Only after several hours did the ‘group of heroes’ rise from their seats and exit the tavern.
“We still haven’t found any information. Just how deeply has the Duke hidden the sacred sword?”
The redhaired warrior grumbled, and the magician picked up on it.
“He hasn’t used the sacred sword himself, after all.”
“…Why doesn’t he use it?”
At the words suddenly thrown out by the handsome man, the other two stared at him.
The warrior answered as if explaining to a child.
“He obviously can’t use it. Isn’t it a family rule of the Duke’s to only protect it, passed down for generations?”
“No. He must use it.”
The handsome man said ambiguously.
“The fact he still hasn’t used it… surely indicates a problem.”
“If there’s no problem, that’s why he’s not using it.”
The magician shook his head.
“You tend to overcomplicate matters, Altair.”
The handsome man called Altair looked up at the night sky.
Somewhere in that black night sky, just like his homeland, a star with the same name as his would be shining.
“We’ll find out when we get there.”
By tomorrow, they would arrive at Duke Donovan’s castle.
Why Hades Croitner still wasn’t using the sacred sword.
How they would wrest the sacred sword from him, who still had his sanity, would be revealed tomorrow.
‘But…’
Altair’s brow subtly narrowed.
The fact that the situation surrounding Hades Croitner had changed, even without his intervention, suggested two possibilities.
One was that the game was changing on its own.
The other was that someone other than him was intervening in the game.
Which truth would it be?
Altair quickened his pace.
Either way, the outcome would not change.
The winner would be him.
As it always had been.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
