They tried to hide it, but were visibly flustered as they exchanged quick glances.
‘What should we say?’
‘…The truth?’
‘Are you crazy?’
After a brief silent exchange, Serina, the highest-ranking among them, awkwardly smiled and said.
“Lady Annette, truthfully, we don’t know much about the Duke’s personality.”
What they meant was: he was too self-aware and obnoxious to bear, but also undeniably confident in his perfection, making it uncertain how his arrogant personality would manifest in front of Annette.
“Perhaps you can find out yourself when you meet him today?”
“Right, I guess so.”
Annette nodded, not fully satisfied with the answer. She had thought the maids, having served the Empress for long, would know something about the Duke.
‘It seems he doesn’t keep people close.’
Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too demanding or prickly.
She worried more if he turned out to be as aggressive or brutal as rumors of him being a warmonger or enjoying bloodshed suggested.
Annette felt her heart beat irregularly with a mix of anticipation and anxiety and closed her eyes.
Anyway, she thought, it would be best if he didn’t see her cursed red eyes.
Meanwhile, at that time…
Duke Hargens of Hargens, known for his ominous nicknames such as “war fanatic” and “cruel murderer,” was also busy dressing up.
“Hmm, hm.”
Samuel, Cardin’s aide, sighed, watching his lord repeatedly change outfits and even hum tunes in front of a full-length mirror.
“Your Highness, that’s enough…”
“Samuel, do you think this will look good in the eyes of the princess?”
Cardin, who had arrived in the capital the previous evening, had swept up the latest men’s suits and accessories. Since entering the palace that morning, he had been repeatedly asking the same question.
“Yes, Your Highness, it’s splendid.”
Utterly exasperated, Samuel mechanically replied. He flinched, imagining the eyebrows that must have risen behind the mask, but since it wasn’t incorrect to say so, he straightened up again.
With his tall stature and perfectly proportioned physique, Cardin, dressed in a pale silky shirt that gleamed subtly, a black cravat, vest, and jacket, looked more than splendid—he was impeccable.
As Samuel once again sincerely complimented, “You exude elegance, Your Highness,” and gave a thumbs up, Cardin turned his gaze to the mirror.
Having stayed up all night perfecting his attire, he seemed quite pleased, though somewhat arrogantly critiquing himself. Suddenly, he frowned slightly.
“Perhaps beige would be better than black.”
“Now? At this hour?” Samuel exclaimed in surprise.
“Thinking about it, it’s our formal first meeting. A lighter color might give a gentler impression. What if she’s afraid of me?”
Afraid? Who?
Samuel couldn’t help but look incredulous.
“She’s the continent’s greatest swordswoman.”
“Well, she’s a child now. Even if not, I want to appear kind and thoughtful.”
Samuel murmured under his breath at his lord’s words, “Kind and thoughtful…”
If he really wanted to appear that way, he should start by taking off the mask he was wearing.
Revealing that angelic face, which enchanted men and women alike, would work wonders, regardless of whether he wore black, beige, or even armor stained with blood.
But knowing it was impossible in the current situation, Samuel swallowed his words regretfully.
Just as he was about to plead with Cardin to stop changing and make a move, Cardin exclaimed upon realizing the time.
“What? It’s already this late? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
Samuel internally protested, having tried several times to inform him, but Cardin had kept asking if he looked alright, missing every opportunity. Frustration filled Samuel, but he couldn’t voice it out.
His opportunity to speak was lost as the Duke rushed out of the room.
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
