Edith gazed at the palace getting closer. While it was exciting to enter a space that some might never enter in their lifetime, there was a fundamental problem.
‘In the palace, not only the Emperor but also the Empress Elizabeth and many of her close aides are likely present.’
Of course, they would have their thoughts, so it wouldn’t be easy to act maliciously against those invited by the Emperor. Sending an assassin would not be straightforward either.
Edith’s solo goal was to observe the situation within the palace as much as possible without directly confronting them.
She wanted to know exactly who the Empress was, especially someone targeting both her and Walter. Obtaining even a little information was crucial.
‘It would be good to know how the Emperor views Duke Lexion.’
Even though she had asked Benjamin for information about the capital’s social circle and the imperial family through letters, seeing it in person would be different.
“It finally feels real to be at the palace.”
As Edith spoke, Helen, who was sitting beside her, also smiled, looking out of the window.
“Yes, I hope we can finish our tasks quickly and return to the territory where our people are waiting. Edith, what are your thoughts after the audience?”
Although the question was directed at Edith, everyone in the carriage, including Walter, awaited her response.
“For now, I plan to stay in the capital.”
“Good. You can use the Portrian mansion in the capital where you are staying now. Feel free to consider it your own.”
“Thank you, Helen. But I think I should find another house. A slightly smaller and safer one.”
‘The mansion they are living in is quite spacious.’
Helen, not particularly concerned since Edith decided to stay in the capital, felt a bit of a desire to help, especially since Walter, next to her, seemed to be listening intently.
“After all, everyone has their preferences when it comes to homes. Are there no specific conditions you want?”
“Well… I’d like a sturdy brick house.”
Edith’s dream home was modest: a leak-free and draft-free cozy retreat.
Knowing that the reward she gave Walter was quite substantial, Helen gently teased her.
“What if you suddenly inherit a distant relative’s fortune, and you don’t have to worry about the amount? You could have a bigger house.”
“Hmm.”
As the talk of not worrying about money came up, Edith became a bit more serious.
“I’d still like a small vegetable garden where I can grow something. A spacious yard would be nice, and… Oh! If the house has a large study, I wouldn’t want anything more.”
As Edith became more thoughtful, Walter, who had been silently listening beside her, also began to imagine the house they could live in. Meanwhile, the carriage passed through the main gate of the palace.
“Helen Portrian, Duchess, and Edith Portrian, the former Duchess, have arrived.”
“Let them in.”
A dignified voice, unexpectedly sturdy considering the long illness, echoed within the hall.
Edith stood a half-step behind Helen and entered the Emperor’s office. There, in the backlight, she saw the Emperor maintaining a dignified posture.
‘This is Agnas XIV.’
The Emperor’s quick green eyes were sharp yet authoritative. The slightly tousled blonde hair indicated that he was the only one allowed to appear disheveled in this space.
“You’ve traveled a long way. Thank you for your efforts.”
If Duke Lexion had already brought an air of decadence to all the authority in the world, the Emperor in front of her seemed to embody the word authority itself.
Moreover, being a handsome man exuding a somewhat decadent atmosphere, there was no doubt that there were still many who admired the Emperor.
‘Is not taking a wife for succession purely the Emperor’s intention?’
The Emperor’s intense blue-green eyes, which seemed to penetrate even the hidden thoughts, scanned Helen and Edith in turn before shifting to Reinhardt.
“You have a familiar face.”
“It’s an honor, Your Majesty. I was once a member of the imperial knights before descending to my homeland.”
Impressed, Reinhardt responded with pride-filled voice.
‘The rumor of a cold-blooded killer without tears and blood must have started from the incident of killing other siblings.’
But seeing him remember the knight’s name, it seemed that the Emperor was somewhat milder than the rumors suggested.
The Emperor briefly questioned Helen about whether she shared the Portrian lineage and then rose from his seat.
“Then let’s go to where the officials are waiting. The formal procedure to confirm the lineage will be carried out there.”
In fact, the reason the Emperor summoned the Portrian party was because he heard that Duke Lexion had met them separately.
Although he wondered if there was something special that prompted the call, he had yet to feel anything unusual.
Walking alongside the Emperor, Helen and Edith admired the magnificent stone stairs and beautifully adorned interior decorations of the Emperor’s palace.
Having noticed their gaze, the Emperor smiled lightly and opened his mouth.
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
