This time, Swan got one over. However, it didn’t work out properly. As for the aspect of being called by name, Arianthe was fair…
“I’m also getting along with Arianthe like friends.”
Swan, who replied, glanced at Sylarus and added a word.
“Always.”
Sylarus’s gaze fixed firmly on Swan’s face. Each of them caught one more grasshopper and a small mantis, which Lucian slightly opened the pocket for. The rustling of the pocket became more intense, and Lucian shouted.
“Hey, you switched them! What are we going to do with this!”
“It’s okay, Lucian. They look similar anyway.”
“What if they eat each other! Oh no, I don’t know!”
Lucian screamed, closing the pocket tightly.
However, Swan and Sylarus were already aware of Lucian’s torment. Sylarus, who missed catching a mantis while trying, expressed regret.
“I’ve been to the forest with Arianthe.”
“You two just got lost. And Cissy was with us then. I also played hide-and-seek in the corridor with Arianthe.”
“I played hide-and-seek too. Have you hidden behind that pillar over there?”
Although the first hide-and-seek ended with Arianthe and Lucian fighting…
Swan, who was smacking her lips, said,
“I study with Arianthe.”
“That’s obvious, you live together. By that logic, I’ve also had a tea party with Arianthe. Without you, of course.”
At that moment, Lucian, who was holding the pocket, grumbled.
“What are you two doing? If you have time to talk, get into this pocket!”
He forcibly grabbed the pocket from Swan and Sylarus, then grumbled briefly, rubbing his unasked hand on his vest. The movement still seemed to feel the persistent twitching.
“Hey, look at this!”
It was Arianthe. The two boys – Lucian almost showing signs of joining – turned to Arianthe with a wide smile, as if wondering when the three of them had started a rivalry.
“What’s up, Arianthe?”
Sylarus spoke first. Swan, who seemed to want to squeeze Sylarus’s back of the head, looked at Arianthe with wide eyes when she saw Arianthe presenting something.
“Dragonfly?”
Arianthe giggled and nodded her head.
“That’s right, I caught it! This is the first dragonfly I caught! You know, if you use the method Marshal taught, you can catch dragonflies very easily. Do you want me to show you?”
“Marshal?”
“Who’s that?”
No matter how you heard it, it didn’t sound like a girl’s name… Arianthe, excitedly jumping around, gently touched the thin wings of the dragonfly and let it go.
Though there was a faint smile around his lips, the man sitting across didn’t appreciate his casual tone.
“Can you use more refined language, please?”
“Why is that, Your Highness? While you are the noble prince of the prosperous El Blanc, am I not just a descendant of a newly rising perfumer’s family? So, the way you speak is quite noble to me.”
The man who responded with composure was Viscount Clop, and the neatly seated man across was the second prince of El Blanc, Harmon. They each occupied a spacious seat, facing each other, on their way to the Westminster Duchy.
Even though several days had passed since their departure from El Rautica, they hadn’t grown tired of chatting.
As peers of Cedeloin Ash, the two of them had grown up together, so in private, they didn’t bother with formalities.
Sometimes, the King of Elmerat would watch them getting along and say with a smirk:
“I should probably lay them side by side and smack their bottoms; that might bring them to their senses.”
Clop, shaking his head, spoke again.
“I wanted to cool my head like Ash, but why on earth has this situation become so complicated?”
Clop tilted the glass window, exaggeratedly leaning his head. Watching the procession of soldiers coming behind the carriage and other baggage carts, he sighed.
“I told you to go separately.”
When Harmon made a pointed remark, Clop immediately retorted.
“Why should I go separately with this luxurious royal carriage? There’s no separate hotel. My goodness, it’s so spacious. Anyone would misunderstand that the royals are all twice the size.”
“I should’ve kept quiet.”
Harmon turned his head with a disgruntled look. Clop, being a rough fellow, knew that engaging in a prolonged verbal exchange with him would only end up exhausting the more sensible side.
Clop said, “By the way, I surprised our king again.”
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
