“Mayana! Sirillus is here! The viscount’s carriage is coming!”
Arianthe, who had been sitting quietly, pretending to read a fairy tale with Swan, slammed the book shut. Swan, who had lost the page without catching up, muttered, but Arianthe didn’t know.
“Hurry, Swan! Sirillus is here!”
“I got it. Geez, really… I can’t tell how far I’ve read.”
Swan, who grumbled, flipping through the pages roughly, gave up and went outside. When she left, Arianthe’s scream echoed from the railing. Even Vainty, who was sewing clothes, Evie, who was fitting window decorations, and even Bridget, who was dozing off in the next room, were startled enough to jump out as well.
“Lady! What’s going on!”
Vanity, who ran out, saw Arianthe clinging to the railing and made a faint expression as if about to faint. Did her foot get stuck? Did she see a spider while hanging on?
“Dress!”
Arianthe shouted again, and only then did everyone’s attention, who had already rushed out in surprise, turn to the hall.
First, Lady Alt, followed by Rosanna, walked across the hall. There were four more employees behind them—probably servants of the viscount or assistants of Rosanna—each holding one or two large boxes and a Torso with a fancy dress.
Bridget’s eyes widened.
“For heaven’s sake, whose dress is that?”
“Mine!”
When Arianthe shouted, Vainty said.
“Lady, to wear that, you’ll have to wait at least ten years.”
“Then I’ll wait ten years and wear it!”
“It’ll be eaten by moths if you leave it in the closet for ten years.”
A shallow wrinkle appeared on Arianthe’s forehead.
“What are moths?”
Vainty replied.
“Moths are insects. They stick to dresses, eat lace, and…”
“Stop teasing Lady Vainty. Lady, that’s my dress.”
Mayana intervened, and everyone’s attention focused on her. Especially Vainty and Bridget, their mouths were wide open, worrying if their jaws might drop.
Then Arianthe shouted.
“Mayana is going to wear a dress?”
Alt Viscount’s wife said from the staircase.
“That’s right, Lady. What should I do today? Sirillus didn’t come, what should I do?”
Lady Alt offered a smile that seemed apologetic, but in Ariante’s mind, filled with the search for a new source of excitement, her words wouldn’t properly register.
Ariante watched as the employees following Rosana delicately handled the dress as if handling glass. She glanced at Mayana, then back at the dress. Her face turned red, and she exclaimed:
“Put it on, Mayana! Quickly, quickly put it on!”
“Alright, Lady. Just calm down…”
“Quickly! Right now! Here!”
Ariante, bouncing around, wrapped her arms around Mayana’s neck.
“Ugh, Lady!”
Groaning and swaying, Mayana quickly lifted Ariante, turning her body to prevent seeing the dress, just like when she got excited watching the street performers and paper balloons of the traveling troupe…
“Lady, calm down. You need to relax.”
As Mayana comforted her, Ariante, holding back the desire to run and suppressing her trembling lips, vigorously nodded with eyes wide open—probably indicating she would calm down. Seeing this, Mayana burst into laughter.
“Okay, I’ll put it on. Now, you won’t scream, will you? You won’t jump around, right?”
“No! No, I won’t. Really, I won’t. Put it on in my room. Uh? Uh?”
Lady Alt said.
“It’s better to do that. Move the dresses inside. Be careful.”
Ariante insisted on using the toilette room attached to her own room, but Maiana firmly refused. Even though Ariante was not yet officially using the toilette room due to her young age, that place was destined to become Ariante’s personal space someday, no matter how it may be.
“There’s a mirror and a dressing table in there!”
Ariante puffed up her cheeks like a pout, but Maiana insisted on changing into the dress in her own room. Sitting on the sofa with a sulking expression, Ariante received a gentle smile from Lady Alt.
“Lady, Maiana wants to respect you.”
Ariante, who had been sulking, glanced at Lady Alt with a quizzical look.
“What does respect mean?”
“Treating someone precious. It’s treating others very dearly.”
“Is not using my room treating me dearly?”
Lady Alt straightened Ariante’s crooked ribbon with a gentle touch.
“The toilette room is a very important space for a lady. It’s a place not everyone should enter. As you grow a little more, it will become your own space. So, in my opinion… Maiana probably wants to protect that space for you, Lady.”
“Even though I can give anything to Maiana?”
It was a grumbling and sulky tone. The smile on Lady Alt’s lips deepened.
“Just as you said, Maiana will do anything for you, Lady. So, she probably wants to protect what is precious to you.”
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
