As she opened the door and stepped outside, the steward, wearing a joyful face, looked surprised to see the substitute inside.
It wouldn’t have been surprising if it were any other consort, but seeing the substitute made him jump in surprise.
“Where is Sonnaught?”
But Latil, immersed in the thought of Sonnaught’s return, shook off the steward without even noticing his surprise.
“Your Majesty.”
The reply came from not too far away. Latil turned towards the sound. Sonnaught was standing next to a pillar, beaming.
“Sir Sonnaught!”
Dressed in his usual neat uniform, he looked no different from when he had left the day before.
As Latil rushed over, Sonnaught proudly smiled and teased her with his usual arrogance.
“I can see you’re showing your true feelings, seeing me after so long. Am I that welcome?”
“Wouldn’t I be glad?”
Emulating the knightly manner she only used for him, Latil spread her arms and embraced him tightly.
Sonnaught, grinning slyly, was taken aback as Latil rushed into his arms and reflexively embraced her.
“…”
The steward looked on disapprovingly, but given the suddenness of the news, he decided to feign ignorance for today.
“Where have you been? Why did you just arrive now? Hmm?”
“I was hiding in such a remote place, I heard the news late.”
“You should not have hidden in such a remote place!”
“That’s too forced.”
As Latil glared at him, Sonnaught hugged her tightly, filled with satisfaction.
“I’m sorry for not being by your side when you needed me most.”
“It’s fine now that you’re back.”
The scent of freshly washed new clothes wafted from Sonnaught’s uniform. So happy was Latil with his return that she completely forgot about the substitute she had left inside the room.
[This is the time separator]“Substitute…”
When Zaicin sat in the rocking chair, staring blankly at the sky, Guvel, the assistant priest and steward, called out to him worriedly.
“Are you okay?”
From the rumpled bed sheets and Zaicin’s swollen lips, Guvel had already deduced what had happened when the emperor visited.
However, unlike when he was happy about kissing the emperor before, Zaicin’s reaction this time was unusual.
Despite Guvel’s inquiries, Zaicin just sat in the rocking chair, blankly staring at the sky, his expression looking quite gloomy.
“Sir Sonnaught has been by her side since childhood.”
“Yes, so I’ve heard.”
“The Emperor was betrayed by her queen mother, her older brother, and her halfbrother. Of the people she has known for a long time, only the Duchess of Sable, the Countess of Aigines, and Sir Sonnaught remained loyal. While it was known from the start that the steward and the wet nurse were safe, Sonnaught was missing after being pursued, so she had no choice but to take care of Sonnaught first.”
At Guvel’s unusually lengthy consolation, the substitute reluctantly smiled.
“Yes, I get it. You don’t have to explain anymore.”
I guess it’s not like you… Guvel sighed with worry, and then he heard something unbelievable.
“I’ve never hated anyone before, Guvel. But for the first time, I found myself hating someone.”
“What?”
When Gubel raised his head, the prime minister covered his face with both hands and bowed his head.
“But I can’t help but hate you. I think I’ll keep hating you for a while. Now, I’m sorry that I can’t look at Serneut’s face. What should I do?”
[This is the time separator]At that time. Having pushed back half of the zombie horde, a man in splendid attire appeared before him, not a zombie.
“It’s Prince Tratala.”
Recognizing that face instantly, Tasir, while kicking a charging zombie showing its large teeth as if singing, exclaimed.
“Is this zombie commanded by the Prince?”
Tasir thought that Prince Tratala was also a zombie, but to anyone’s eyes, Prince Tratala was different from the other zombies. Though his skin was pale, it was clean, and there were no rotting parts on his body.
More than anything, unlike the zombies that lost their reason and charged blindly, he maintained a very calm demeanor.
As Prince Tratala slowly drew his sword from his waist, Tasir secured space to charge at the prince by slashing down a zombie that had jumped over his head from the second floor to suppress him.
However, when Tasir looked at Tratala, he was already in Carlein’s care. Moreover, he had the upper hand.
“Oh.”
Should he help, Tasir, who had thought for a moment, realized there was no need and exclaimed in a small voice.
‘I’ve heard of the ‘Mercenary King’, but seeing him like this, he’s more amazing than the rumors. His attitude of subduing his enemies so violently and roughly… he looked like a beast in human form.
“Wow, that’s cool!”
However, Tasir, who was cheering for Carlein while whistling, soon noticed something strange and stopped his cheering.
The bewildered expression of Prince Tratala, who had appeared like a final boss, while dealing with Carlein was that of ‘This is not right’.
While slaying a zombie charging at his waist, Tasir wondered why Prince Tratala had that kind of face.
Did he think he had become very strong because he had died and woken up?
Did he not know that the Mercenary King was this strong? Just as he was thinking that.
Prince Tratala, swinging his sword broadly, sent Carlein back and hurriedly went down to the basement in the corner.
At the entrance to the basement, Tratala’s birth mother Anakcha was hovering, and when her son came, she turned and began to run away.
As Tasir delivered the final blow to the head of a zombie crawling towards him, he tilted his head.
‘Did our Mercenary King just let that prince go?’
However, even after dealing with all the zombies, Tasir did not insistently point out that point to Carlein.
“Handling so many zombies! Your Majesty, you will only love us from now on. Isn’t that right?”
As usual, he joked with Carlein in a teasing way, only to be ignored and reluctantly distanced himself.
“Scatter and search the mansion. Find the runaway prince and the royal concubine, and find all the suspicious traces.”
As the Black Reaper mercenaries received Carlein’s order and dispersed in all directions, Tasir called his subordinates and gave them separate orders.
“Let the mercenaries do the search. You pretend to join in the search, but check whether those mercenaries are hiding anything or if they have anything to hide.”
“The Black Reaper Brigade?”
“That’s right. And… you. You. You.”
“Yes, Sir Tasir.”
“Assuming there’s a basement passage in the mansion and the enemies escaped through there, find out where they will appear. Look outside, not inside.”
“Yes.”
Lastly, Tasir secretly instructed the subordinate who handled information the best.
“You investigate the Mercenary King thoroughly.”
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
