“Books?”
“Yeah, books!”
Bentley, who had no interest in games or play, liked novels the most. Among them, he was particularly fond of lengthy and entertaining novels.
He passionately declared, “There are many novels that are much longer and more interesting than those short and simple summaries that kids like you read. The one you’re reading now is the same!”
Suddenly, Bentley’s hand snatched the fairy tale book from Bonita.
Bentley vigorously shook the book, titled ‘The Escleif Chronicles.’
“This, the original, is an epic novel with over five hundred pages! It’s my favorite book!”
“Um…”
Overwhelmed by Bentley’s enthusiasm, Bonita absentmindedly nodded.
Bentley’s foot stepped forward.
“So, you must learn to read! Just looking at pictures is a disrespect to the people who create books!”
But he shouldn’t have said that.
“Well, what about the pictures?”
Bonita snapped. Clenching her small fist, she stared defiantly.
“The person who drew the pictures is an artist, too. Skipping over such diligently created artwork just to read the words is a terrible thing to do.”
“They’re just illustrations for the novel! So, they’re just illustrators, not real authors!”
“What’s in a name?”
“It matters!”
“It doesn’t!”
The children’s opinions clashed. As their voices rose, the calm and peaceful atmosphere that had filled the playroom until a moment ago vanished instantly.
Instead, a tense current, like a storm ready to explode, flowed between the two.
Zap.
The rose-pink and black eyes, each containing their own stubbornness, glared at each other.
The playroom’s door opened at that moment.
“Young miss, young master. His Excellency says that the meal is ready, so please come down…”
With a cheerful smile, the maid who had come to escort the two young masters inadvertently stiffened her facial muscles in the stormy air between the children.
“Um… Did something happen?”
“No.”
Bonita quickly replied.
“I’ll go now.”
Although the response was almost the same as usual, her expression was different.
“Tsk…”
Bentley clicked his tongue while glaring at the now-chilly Bonita.
Standing next to the sofa with clenched fists, he glared at her with a piercing gaze.
The maid called Bentley again.
“Young master?”
“Oh, sorry.”
Bentley apologized neatly.
It wasn’t appropriate to cause a commotion in someone else’s house, especially when visiting the residence of a duke. His father detested causing a ‘disturbance,’ so he had to be careful.
“Ah…”
He belatedly regretted realizing that fact.
He chewed on the inside of his mouth.
‘I shouldn’t have gotten excited.’
No matter how much he pierced the heart, he should have pretended not to know and moved on.
No, from the beginning, he shouldn’t have exaggerated too much. It would have been better to gradually become friends in a way that suited his original personality, a bit more calmly.
If I go down to the dining hall like this, the duchess will completely ignore me, probably upset. She might even express her dissatisfaction with the newly met cousin, telling everything she doesn’t like about him to the duke.
If that happens…
My father will just laugh it off at the moment, but when we get home, he will issue a decree that I’m useless.
It’s a nightmare.
Bentley grabbed his throbbing head due to stress. His stomach felt queasy.
Ideally, he didn’t want to go down to the dining hall.
“I’ll guide you.”
“…Sure.”
But there was no way to escape.
He was just a powerless kid, and even if he left home, he had no way of living on his own.
No, there was a way.
It was to roam the streets, facing the dangers of kidnapping and violence like the street children he saw in books.
But who would want to live like that?
It all started when his father became more sensitive after hearing the news that the duchess, whom they thought was dead, appeared.
Before that, his father was extremely proud, considering Bentley, his eldest son, as a man who would soon become a duke. He spared no expense in his education.
His mother was always kind, and his younger brother, Morgan, was mischievous and greedy, but cute when he slept.
“Ah, I don’t know.”
Bentley scratched his head nervously.
‘If we have a fight, we have a fight.’
Surely they wouldn’t strip him, their real son, and kick him out.
With that in mind, he lightly tapped his toes and soon stepped on the stairs leading to the dining hall.
Luke, who was sitting in the restaurant, murmured.
“The kids are a bit late.”
“They’re having a great time playing, sir.”
“…True.”
While responding to Oliver’s words, Luke felt an inexplicable emptiness.
Catherine, who had been silently watching her two sons, threw in a remark.
“Well, aren’t they having a fight or something?”
“Fight?”
“Originally, when kids get a little upset, they quickly raise their voices and get angry over trivial things.”
“Hmm.”
Luke, who clenched his fist, calmly responded.
“I don’t think that’s what Mother meant!”
“What did I say!”
“Hahaha. Sir, and Mother, you’re both still the same.”
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
