The emperor did not grant the empress’s title to a young girl before her victory.
4yearold Franz was also not recognized as a prince.
Ironically, thanks to that discrimination, he was recognized as Nikolai’s son.
But what did that mean?
In the palace where hyenas were bustling around, Franz was always alone.
Whenever he felt lonely, he visited the Canary Room.
He felt for his mother’s lingering scent in that room where time seemed to have stopped.
The everempty Canary Room had a new owner.
The shock and betrayal of that day were indescribable.
“I thought she was a vulgar woman hungry for my brother’s power… What is Elizabeth’s true identity?”
Since very young, Franz’s surroundings had been filled only with servants receiving favors and sycophants wanting promotion.
There were also assassins hiding knives behind smiling faces.
She was the first one, this shameless and beautiful woman, to discover that, to raise her voice for Franz.
“If it weren’t for me, something bad would have happened. Aren’t you going to thank me?”
“Heh. Why would I hide it from His Majesty?”
“You wanted to prove it by finding the culprit, right? That Franz Lop Evre is such a competent and wise crown prince.”
“Is that all?”
“You wouldn’t want to show a groveling appearance. Especially not to His Majesty, whom you don’t love.”
Elizabeth was right again.
But Franz shook his head seriously.
“I’m not so foolish as to risk my life for just that.”
“What’s the other reason?”
“His Majesty also couldn’t uncover the mastermind behind them. Even though several people confessed. What do you think that means?”
“That you’re the type assassins love?”
“Is that something to say to a 10yearold?!”
Franz snapped.
Elizabeth chuckled and pinched Franz’s cheek.
“You thought I would treat you like a child, only calling me ‘teacher’ when it’s convenient?”
With a slap, Franz brushed off Elizabeth’s hand and frowned.
He never let on that her giggling made her feel like a friend of the same age.
“It’s not that simple. I was waiting for them to make a mistake. That’s the only way to catch the one behind it all.”
Franz acted smug.
Elizabeth clicked her tongue.
“What an ignorant fellow, knowing one thing and not two others. Tsk tsk.”
She looked like an old woman with a hanging mustache, who had been friendly just a moment ago.
“Franz. The ones who have confessed are the very tip of the weeds. Even if they make a mistake, you can’t trace it all the way to the head.”
“But…….”
“You’ve brought danger upon yourself. If you didn’t have a rascal image, they would have noticed you were up to something. What would have happened then?”
“……Do you mean I would have been silenced?”
“Do you think the ones who poisoned the crown prince wouldn’t do anything? You almost caused a real disaster while you were trying to handle it all by yourself.”
Franz vaguely knew that.
That he couldn’t solve anything on his own.
He was very frustrated that this fact was discovered.
But the opponent was Elizabeth.
He seemed to know a little that showing off would be of no use.
“I appreciate that point.”
“Excuse me! What did you say, Your Highness, the crown prince? I can’t hear you.”
“Th, thank you!”
Franz raised his voice sharply.
Elizabeth, who he thought would pinch his cheek again, messed up Franz’s blond hair.
“You’re good. You know how to say thanks.”
A warm and kind word, accompanied by warmth.
Tears welled up.
A sense of relief that someone understood his heart choked his throat.
Maybe Franz just needed an adult to pat his head and call him good.
Sometimes scolding him, sometimes stroking him, a trustworthy adult.
“But it was harsh to drive Sir Brendan away. What were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry, but he’s not the excellent teacher you think he is, Franz.”
“The only one who encouraged me to be a good knight was Sir Brendan.”
“It’s a typical false hope.”
“That’s harsh.”
“Admit it, Franz. You have no talent in swordsmanship.”
Nikolai was an emperor, and a superb swordsman who was not inferior even to the strongest knights.
He had been bragging about his excellent skills since he was a child.
He wanted to become a strong man like his brother.
He gritted his teeth and endured harsh training.
‘I wanted to prove that even though I am not his son or brother, I have the same blood as my brother. That I am of the emperor’s bloodline.’
Even though he had his favorite subjects, Franz only clung to swordsmanship.
The deeper he got into it, the deeper the wounds of body and mind.
His grades in other subjects dropped further, and his sense of inferiority grew day by day.
“His Majesty also said it. There’s no need to kill yourself over it.”
Elizabeth once again raised her hand over Franz’s head.
“The elders want to depose me and establish a new crown prince. A weak bone like me can’t become an emperor……”
“Do you think His Majesty will be swayed by such trifles?”
“You call the heads of prestigious families trifles?”
“You don’t need to worry about them either. Just sweep them all away.”
“!”
“Maybe if you ask His Majesty, he might even send them far away into exile. Shall we try an experiment?”
Elizabeth’s eyes sparkled like black pearls, filled with mischief.
Franz blushed as if it was an absurd thing to say.
“Do you want me to become a tyrant? The empire cannot be run by the emperor alone. Persuading the nobles is also the emperor’s duty.”
“I see why His Majesty chose you as his successor.”
“What?”
“I guess the country wants a clever child like you to take over. Even if not a single drop of blood is mixed.”
It wasn’t said knowingly, but it made him emotional.
He turned his gaze away to hide the swelling joy and tingling embarrassment.
“Elizabeth. Can you really teach me swordsmanship?”
“I did learn the method of mapping from His Majesty, but I intend to do it hastily.”
“Hastily?”
“We have something else to do during that time.”
Elizabeth brushed her flowing hair back.
Franz thought that her red hair, ripe like an apple, was as beautiful as her mother’s blonde hair.
That too was a strange thing.
“What is that about?”
Curiosity filled his chest.
He didn’t know that it was also Elizabeth’s plan.
Even if he knew, he might have pretended to be defeated.
Because Elizabeth always had that kind of charm.
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
