Bianca was rather wellversed in cunning men who enjoyed using skillful rhetoric.
“What is your taste in men?”
A man who pretended to be flirtatious, the one who would halt her tears.
“This place is your home, after all.”
The man who had also carelessly revealed his raw intentions as if letting his guard down.
Though she had acted flamboyantly in social circles, she had never met a man like Gillian.
Flirtatious men Bianca knew were lascivious to the end, and transparent ones acted foolish till their last breath.
Not like Gillian, who changed so swiftly she could hardly keep track.
Perhaps that’s why she had let her guard down so easily.
His flirtatious words, cunning expressions, and earnest voice—all pointed to the same conclusion.
She had crumbled far too easily.
Not daring to predict where it would all lead.
Thanks to Gillian, Bianca was fairly immune to ‘skillful’ pretensions.
It wasn’t difficult to see through this anymore.
“That’s it, you may leave. Even if there’s a ‘truly interesting story,’ I’m too tired to hear it today.”
Turning one’s gaze away is a low move.
Bianca locked eyes with the man staring at her, finishing her sentence.
The man who had seemed guiltless moments ago didn’t even blink as he caught her gaze.
As expected, it was strange.
“Seems like I’ve made a mistake, wanting to share too much.”
“….”
“Then, I look forward to seeing you next time.”
The chilly atmosphere in the reception room warmed up slightly due to the man’s submissive tone.
Bianca nodded slightly to substitute for a greeting.
After the man left, Julie, who had been standing behind her, came forward and knelt.
“Was something bothering you?”
Julie blinked and moistened her lips.
“Your heart?”
“What?”
Her subtle question about her mood was smoother than ever before.
Bianca burst into a laughter she didn’t even realize she was holding back.
“Julie, you’re improving with these probing questions!”
“You don’t think I’m a fool?”
“Why would I?”
“Please answer. What was bothering you?”
“Be careful with smooth talkers; they might just lead you into trouble.”
“Is that so?”
“Julie, the most dangerous people you’ll meet are not those who wield knives, but those who offer unsolicited favors.”
If someone wields a knife, at least their hostility is clear.
But a smooth tongue makes people let their guard down unknowingly.
You know what the weapon of a noblewoman in high society is, don’t you?
Bianca looked down at Julie and whispered kindly, just as she did with Deborah.
“It’s eloquent and pleasant language. It may sound nice, but if you’re not careful, the price could be quite harsh.”
“It’s difficult… I’ll always live in the North. Always.”
“So will I. But, Julie, there’s high society everywhere, and it’s all the same.”
“Not in the North.”
“….What?”
“In Barlock, there’s nothing like high society. No balls or ladies fanning themselves in salons and giving sidelong glances.”
Julie spread her hand out and flapped it like a fan covering her mouth.
“There’s no high society?”
Is that even possible?
Bianca blinked in disbelief as Julie answered forcefully.
“Who could possibly hold a social event if the Duchess has banned them?”
“The Duchess?”
“Yes, she said all the knights are using all their energy on the Wave, so what use is there to flirt and glance sideways?”
“When did she say this?”
“Um….”
Julie counted on her fingers, furrowing her brow.
“A long time ago.”
“A long time ago.”
“So there’s no high society in Barlock.”
“And the parties?”
“None, of course. That’s why everyone’s so excited. The Duke announced he’s going to hold a wedding. Imagine, the Duke’s wedding! It will be splendid!”
Julie’s cheeks were flushed, her fist clenched in excitement. But Bianca couldn’t muster a smile.
“It’s not the Duke’s first wedding, is it?”
Even as he spoke, he thought it was foolish.
It couldn’t be.
But Julie immediately shattered Bianca’s doubt.
“Duke Barlock has never held a wedding ceremony before.”
What?
Thud.
A deep vibration reverberated to the bone, raising goosebumps.
The Grace Worm lifted its elongated body skyhigh in frustration after failing to topple the castle, then slammed it down.
It was a brute force method, but effective.
The Seventh Castle was gradually cracking with every thunderous sound.
Thud.
One by one, in rhythm, as if beating on the castle.
It was grand, yet bleak and overwhelmingly grim.
If despair could take form, it would look like this.
An immeasurable beast leisurely taking turns, smashing the castle.
Despite efforts to the contrary, hope remained elusive.
“I can’t get used to this.”
Whether Raymond was frozen or petrified in horror, he violently rubbed his rigid face.
Six in total, including Gillian, had gone out to stop the Grace Worm.
The knights also stood firm, despite the leaders remaining, but they were doomed if they stayed.
‘Why not prepare dinner instead?’
At Gillian’s unempathetic suggestion, the knights ultimately slumped their shoulders and moved to the Second Castle.
Now was the time when everyone had vacated.
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
