“Don’t talk nonsense, Your Majesty. The order to prepare for the medical staff was from Duke Blahnath.”
“Hmm? I wonder why?”
Attila’s eyes narrowed.
Seeing this, Iriel thought Attila knew something.
It was because of Cassard, who would defend like an iron wall if anyone even spoke to that nurse, that the conversation she’d had with her was only asking her name on the first day. Even that was without an answer.
“It’s natural since we’ve been working together.”
Cassard, giving an insincere response, watched indifferently as the woman he had been holding until dawn yesterday enjoyed her salmon dish.
No, in fact, he couldn’t be indifferent at all.
The young male doctor who came with Attila was sitting next to her and talking continuously, and she was eagerly responding, completely unaware of her flipping over.
If a beautiful woman behaves so beautifully, what are you supposed to do? Was she completely unaware that she was pretty?
He was holding in his boiling insides, but when she blushed shyly, he almost pulled out his gun.
He thought that slightly passionate face was something she would only show him.
The realization that it didn’t have to be him when she responded to his touch and bloomed like a flower almost drove him mad.
On reflection, just because she was obediently in his arms didn’t mean she was his, just because she didn’t have feelings for him.
He’d rather kill all the men around her so she had to be his…….
Attila, who couldn’t take his eyes off her, noticed Cassard’s increasingly mad eyes and snapped him out of it with a pat on the shoulder.
“That’s right, I guess so. Duke Blahnath knows how to give favors.”
At his unexpected response, Iriel felt deflated.
“Taking care of everyone so carefully is a good thing, Admiral.”
“Mm… yes.”
He responded insincerely to Iriel’s polite words.
Attila, who had never talked to her like this, puzzled Iriel, who turned her head to look at him and saw him smile enigmatically.
“Lady Agnomon, excuse me for a moment.”
For some reason, Attila left hastily, dragging Cassard with him.
Iriel sighed in frustration. Perhaps it was natural that the two men were friends.
One was always smiling, and the other always expressionless, but both were equally inscrutable.
Attila, who kept a moderate distance from Iriel, pulled a forced smile, holding Cassard’s shoulder slightly and whispering in his ear.
“What are you thinking about, with eyes like you want to kill someone? Planning to shoot and kill a hardtofind doctor?”
“…….”
The only person who could read the inscrutable Cassard de Blahnath was the perceptive Attila. At least now it seemed like he could see right through him.
“Haah……. XX. I’m going crazy.”
Seeing Cassard, immersed in selfloathing, with tired eyes, Attila finally sighed and let him go.
“You did well to come here. Even jealous Cassard is here to see.”
Cassard, who was softly cursing, sneered at Attila, realizing that his obsession with that nurse was more serious than he thought and made him face reality.
“Unmarried noblemen are quite popular with the ladies if they say they have a concubine. Even if you choose her as a concubine, do it after marriage. That’s the proper order. You are showing it off too much right now.”
“That’s right. They’re all coveting my woman, being so obvious about it.”
At Cassard’s immediate response, Attila rolled his eyes in despair and glanced at the tip of Cassard’s sword.
“My woman, surely you aren’t…”
He didn’t really mess up, did he?
Still having a lively conversation with the doctor, Cassard, whose eyes were sparkling as he looked at the woman, bit his teeth tightly, not even knowing what Attila was thinking.
“……She’s my woman. I will make her so.”
Attila thought that maybe Cassard had really gone mad. Did he know what he had just blurted out? None other than Duke Blahnath…
Simply liking someone and mixing with someone are completely different. Suppose Cassard really had something going on with that nurse.
If the woman turns her back and attaches herself to the Bakra class and gives an interview with the content like ‘the head of 10 houses who trampled on the rights of a common woman’…?
Even if such a thing doesn’t happen, mocking an unmarried woman is related to the doctrine of sacred married life and the level of punishment is quite high.
“Are you joking, Cassard? You’re about to be granted the title of Archduke; do you want to be demoted to Duke? If you become a Duke, you’ll be expelled to Byeongyeong and have to defend the border, right? Is the Imperial law a joke? Huh, Cassard?”
Sweating bullets, Attila folded his arms against Cassard, who looked like he might actually kill the doctor.
Afraid he might shake off the Emperor’s arm and draw his gun. Hoping he had that much sanity left.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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