Oh No, I Possessed a Male Character! (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
Late into the night, even the Head Steward had withdrawn, leaving Klaus alone in his chamber.
“…….”
The room was pitch-dark, silent as a tomb.
He slowly opened and closed one hand repeatedly. The sensation from moments ago still lingered vividly.
“She was too slender.”
Muzel was as tall as he was and possessed enough strength to strike the bullseye with every arrow she loosed. She was certainly no delicate-framed person.
Yet, why?
Klaus had been startled by the unfamiliar sensation he felt when he lightly tapped Muzel’s shoulder. He was even more surprised by how she’d jolted in response.
Cautiously, he brought his own hand to his shoulder and tapped it lightly, just as he had done to Muzel.
“Hmm…….”
Klaus shook his head. His shoulder was hard with muscle—utterly unlike hers.
Perhaps Muzel, contrary to appearances, had a rather frail constitution.
Her unusual sensitivity to physical contact might also be tied to this. It was probably for the same reason she’d chosen a pen over a bow and become an administrator.
“Hmph. Yes, that must be it.”
Having reached this conclusion, Klaus finally felt relieved enough to retire for the night.
At dawn, as Klaus headed toward his office, two figures entered his line of sight: Muzel and Lutz.
Most palace guards carried a stern, aloof image, but Lutz defied that stereotype with his cheerful charm.
What was interesting, however, was Muzel’s reaction to him.
Usually masking his true feelings behind a practiced social smile, Muzel now looked flustered as Lutz boldly tried to break through that facade.
It was almost astonishing how Lutz remained utterly unaffected by Muzel’s obvious displeasure.
“Hmph.”
Narrowing his eyes, Klaus strode forward with firm steps.
Noticing his approach, Muzel and Lutz quickly bowed. For some inexplicable reason, Klaus merely gave a curt nod and walked past.
Inside his office, Klaus received Muzel’s report on the matters handled the previous day.
“The Ministry of Internal Affairs has sent over the inspection budget. Please review it.”
“Hmph. They finished it sooner than expected.”
Administrative tasks that required no political judgment typically fell to Klaus—a gesture of the Emperor’s consideration to help him quickly grasp governance.
As he skimmed the documents, he asked, “Any errors? Not even a single calculation mistake should be allowed.”
“None that I noticed. Nor did any item appear excessively budgeted.”
Klaus considered double-checking himself but ultimately refrained. It was better to trust Muzel’s report for now.
“I see. Then approve it as is.”
Muzel then asked cautiously, “Won’t His Majesty wish to review it personally?”
“Is that really necessary? I’m sure you’ve been thorough.”
Klaus answered without the slightest hesitation.
Muzel’s cheeks flushed faintly.
“Thank you.”
“I’d appreciate it if you continue to earn my trust. That’s all I ask.”
Deliberately cool, Klaus avoided meeting Muzel’s eyes as he replied.
“Yes, Your Highness. Then I shall take my leave.”
Taking the approved documents, Muzel departed for the Ministry.
Only after he’d disappeared did Klaus exhale deeply.
“Whew…….”
He’d felt strangely tense—so much so that he couldn’t even fathom why. Could it be that, like others, he’d been dazzled by Muzel’s striking beauty?
Muzel wouldn’t take long to return from the Ministry. Klaus needed to pull himself together before then.
He called over the steward standing nearby.
“I need to clear my head. Open the window.”
The office window, placed deliberately away from his desk to guard against potential assassination attempts, required a steward or knight—not royalty—to open it for the same reason.
The loyal steward immediately moved, first scanning the area as per protocol before carefully unlatching the window.
After a brief pause to confirm no threats remained, he quietly withdrew.
Klaus rose slowly from his seat, eager to inhale the crisp air. His well-trained body, honed through swordsmanship, would not be harmed by a little cold.
As he gazed outside—
“……?”
Expecting the usual barren winter garden, he was instead met with a woman standing there. Recognizing her instantly, Klaus snapped sharply at the steward.
“Who gave permission for anyone to enter my garden?”
The steward bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the floor.
“A-ah, that is… Princess Elfride was appointed yesterday as Her Imperial Majesty’s personal aide.”
“So being Mother’s aide gives her free rein to trespass in my garden?”
“I-I suspect the Princess hasn’t yet familiarized herself with the palace regulations. I’ll go at once to remind her.”
The steward hurried off.
Klaus scowled and glanced out the window again.
The red-haired woman, dressed incongruously in green for midwinter, had already vanished.
“Tch.”
Such brazen audacity was unheard of.
He’d long known Elfride to be an insufferable person, but lately she’d been grating on his nerves more than ever.
First, her constant provocation of Muzel; now, as the Empress’s aide, she dared to loiter right before his eyes.
“Pouring wine on my clothes was almost endearing by comparison.”
Klaus clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Yet, to his surprise, Elfride reappeared shortly after—accompanied by the very steward who’d gone to warn her.
She offered Klaus a demure bow, meeting his incredulous stare.
“I’ve come on behalf of Her Imperial Majesty to inquire after Your Highness’s well-being.”
Klaus didn’t even acknowledge her. Instead, he turned sharply to the steward.
“Did you properly explain the palace regulations to her?”
“I—I apologize. I hadn’t had the chance to…”
The steward’s voice trailed off. Klaus’s expression hardened.
“Princess Elfride.”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
Oblivious to the tension, Elfride’s voice remained bright and cheerful.
“The garden you just crossed is strictly off-limits. Was no one there to stop you?”
“Well… who would dare restrain me, of all people, as the Empress’s aide? Please, Your Highness, don’t be angry with the guards.”
A dry laugh escaped Klaus.
This overconfident intruder had completely missed the point. Did she honestly think his anger was directed at the guards?
“Princess. I am not jesting.”
“Of course. I’m being perfectly serious too.”
Elfride widened her eyes innocently in reply.
Klaus’s head began to throb. He had no idea where to even begin explaining.
It might be better just to dismiss her quickly.
“Princess Elfride. Never again enter my garden this way. Violating security protocols will land you in serious trouble, no matter how high your noble rank.”
Elfride gave a light curtsy and straightened.
“Yes, I’ll keep that in mind. However, Your Highness…”
“?”
She met his puzzled gaze with a knowing smile.
“I doubt you’ll ever impose a serious punishment on me. After all, you’re letting this infraction slide right now.”
“What…?”
Klaus stared, utterly dumbfounded.
Where did she get such audacity? Was it because she was the daughter of the Mecklingers, relatives of the Empress?
Whether she sensed his thoughts or not, Elfride beamed brightly.
“I’ll come see you again soon. May you stay well until then.”
After Elfride left, the office felt as cold as if a blizzard had just swept through.
Klaus could no longer even muster a hollow laugh.
“…….”
“I sincerely apologize, Your Highness. I shall immediately inform the Head Steward who attends Her Imperial Majesty of this incident.”
The steward bowed deeply. Klaus gave a cold smile.
“And what would that change? Do you think that Mecklinger girl would actually listen?”
“I’m sorr—”
“That’s enough apologies. The fault lies with Princess Elfride, not you.”
Klaus sighed heavily.
His mood was utterly ruined. He’d opened the window to clear his head, only to end up feeling even more stifled.
Muzel returned, footsteps calm and measured.
“I’m back……?”
He instantly sensed the icy atmosphere. His teal eyes darted once toward the steward, then to Klaus.
Klaus pressed his fingers hard against his temples and muttered,
“Didn’t you meet anyone on your way back?”
“Oh, yes. I actually crossed paths with Princess Elfride…”
Muzel’s voice trailed off as he finally understood the cause of the tension. With a quiet, wry chuckle, he asked,
“She misunderstood the situation again and upset Your Highness, didn’t she?”
“You know her well.”
Klaus didn’t want to think about Elfride any longer. Returning to work would be better than dwelling on it.
He waved his hand dismissively.
“Go on, get back to your post. Thanks to your pointless chat with the Princess, my own work has fallen behind.”
“Yes.”
Muzel hesitated slightly but obediently withdrew.
Soon after, another heavy sigh echoed through the office before it fell silent once more.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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Waiting for rumi to either mature up for once or to just get out of the picture 🫠
Waiting for rumi to either mature up for once or to just get out of the picture 🫠
“If he had never learned that Muzel was a woman, he might have mistaken it for deep friendship”
I had this thought, and this semi confirmed it for me: Klaus seems to like Muzel no matter the gender. He maybe bi, but it maybe only for Muzel. Like Shang from Disney’s Mulan