Thumpthump.
It was the moment when his heartbeat terrifyingly surged, and all his senses were blocked.
You forgot?
People die more easily than you think.
Someone sneered in his ear.
Thumpthumpthump.
His head turned white, and his heartbeat surged frighteningly.
No matter how much he listened, the only thing that reverberated in his eardrums was his own surprised heartbeat; Gillian couldn’t hear anything else.
“Bianca.”
Gillian, who lifted his head, tightly embraced the collapsed woman.
His face was even more pallid than Bianca’s.
Without blinking, Gillian looked at Bianca.
The woman in his arms was too light; if he didn’t do this, he wouldn’t feel she was in his arms.
“Why……”
“Your Grace?”
Gillian slowly turned his head to the cautious voice calling him.
Creta, who had rushed over in surprise at Gillian’s shout, felt chills the moment their eyes met.
Longslit golden eyes.
An expressionless, beautiful face.
A gaze laid coldly without warmth.
All were familiar features of her master, whom Creta knew well.
But……
Creta let out a small breath.
What was this feeling, as if facing a giant beast with a tail ready to tear her apart?
It felt like he would straighten his crouched body and rip her apart with his claws at any moment.
Creta shook off the dark imagination quickly flooding her mind and called to Gillian.
“Yo, Your Grace.”
Gillian, crouched like a beast holding a dead cub, looked only unstable.
But, if left like this……
Creta’s eyes swiftly grazed over the limp princess in Gillian’s arms and dropped.
“…… Shall I call the physician?”
“The physician?”
Gillian, unmoving like a wellcarved statue, blinked.
Creta cautiously took one step closer.
“Her breathing is very faint.”
“You can hear her breathing?”
Gillian frowned slightly and muttered.
It was just that.
But the terrifying pressure, like something choking his throat, suddenly lifted.
Feeling hot blood coursing through his body, Creta gasped and opened her mouth.
“Your Grace, it would be best to call the physician right away.”
Gillian’s eyes were still longslitted as before.
However, they were markedly different from just a moment ago.
His gaze was clearly here now.
Creta was certain, although she didn’t know what had happened or how it had occurred.
If the princess were to die like this, something far more horrifying would happen, incomparable to this.
Creta slowly knelt and whispered to Hailey, who was following behind her.
“Hailey, call the physician.”
And even more slowly, she extended both arms to Gillian.
“Your Grace, may I move the princess? It would be best to lay her on the bed.”
“No.”
Creta silently looked at Gillian’s tightly clenched arms.
Despite his slender appearance, Gillian was incredibly strong.
His grip often unintentionally shattered the armrest of chairs, exceeding human strength.
Could the frail princess’s skeleton bear such force?
“Then…… shall I tell Hailey to move her?”
“No.”
Creta quickly stepped back from Gillian, who was hugging the princess as if he would crush her to his chest.
Gillian was in an unstable state.
Trying to take the princess to avoid any accidents seemed to have provoked Gillian.
If things continued like this, the princess might actually snap like a dry twig.
“Hold her.”
“……”
“I’ll bring a blanket. Please, hold her gently.”
Creta showed her raised, surrendering hands and quickly retreated.
“Gently.”
Don’t kill her.
“It would have been better if she died.”
“Excuse me?”
“……I’m talking about Bianca.”
Franz, the count’s forehead, became damp with cold sweat at the cheerful voice of Jeremy.
“Just now, everything we prepared has been ruined; it’s no ordinary annoyance.”
Jeremy looked sullenly at Count Franz, then quickly turned his gaze to the documents in his hand.
Thump, thump.
He had expected it, but confirming it was another matter.
His mood went into a tailspin.
“Ah… really.”
Jeremy gritted his teeth.
The mining development in the north that was in full swing and the border area business had all been nullified.
It was all because of Bianca.
She should have died.
Jeremy slightly pressed his throbbing forehead with his finger, suppressing the rising pain.
“When will she die?”
“Eek!”
The count seated opposite shivered, making a dying noise.
Jeremy twisted his mouth at the pale count’s appearance and grinned wickedly.
“Why?”
The business that Count Franz and Jeremy were preparing all started on the premise of Bianca’s ‘death.’
And now that scoundrel shows such an innocent expression, knowing that?
Jeremy’s thin reasoning snapped right then.
Over the terrified count’s face, he saw the naive expression of Bianca.
After causing all this trouble, acting as if she knew nothing.
As if she hadn’t intended it, that was what Bianca’s twisted face said.
“Now that I think about it, it’s a big problem, isn’t it?”
Jeremy maliciously frowned, waving the documents in his hand.
“Count, the mines in the north are all gone. This is a really big problem.”
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
