A few days later.
The New Year’s festival was drawing near.
“Your Majesty. You must come outside for a moment.”
Charlotte set the documents down.
“What is it?”
Her eyes stung unusually as she took off her glasses. She pressed her eye sockets hard, and the servant hesitantly answered.
“Henrietta from Tytuga has come to see you.”
Ah, that explains that uneasy look. My mood is like that right now.
These days, there have been many visitors to the imperial palace. Charlotte raised her hand to call the maids.
“What is the matter?”
“I don’t know. Shall we send her away, Your Majesty?”
Charlotte was silent for a while.
(This is a time delimiter.)
“Do you think I will meet you there just because you came without warning?”
Henrietta slammed the table and stood up.
“I’m, I’m sorry.”
A place was prepared outside. They sat facing each other at that spot where only a table was starkly placed.
Henrietta clenched her small fist and put it on her knee.
“You called me here, but you seem as uncomfortable as if you were drawn to me. Talk comfortably. I have no great resentment toward you.”
“No… No.”
Henrietta’s clenched fist trembled.
Why does that figure look familiar?
Why does that huddled body look familiar? I’ve only seen that child a few times.
“Did you come alone?”
“Yes. Alone.”
“How did you get over the imperial palace gate?”
“I came by Tytuga carriage.”
Charlotte narrowed her eyes.
“Did you tell your family?”
“No.”
“How could you be so foolish to resemble someone?”
With the courage to overcome the imperial palace gate in that state, but without the courage to tell her family.
‘Even if she had told them, they would likely send her from home.’
You’ve been drifting around that house, have you been slowly distancing yourself from that family?
Charlotte carelessly averted her gaze. Henrietta bowed her head deeply.
“First, put down what you have on your knee and talk.”
Henrietta took something out from under the table.
“Here it is.”
Charlotte placed a small box in her hand.
“It looks like the painting that Your Majesty’s mother drew. I thought it would be right to return it to its original owner, so I came to see you.”
There were several paintings inside the box. They were pictures of my young self.
A child with dark red hair spread out, sitting alone, fiddling with a doll.
In the graphitedrawn picture, only the hair was vividly colored.
As if not to forget.
As if not to let that existence fade away.
“I found it while cleaning up.”
“You came to give me this?”
Charlotte somehow stifled the feeling of desolation.
“Don’t step in here again next time. I understand why you came, but it was not a wise choice if you are part of Tytuga.”
Charlotte looked down at the child.
“I have no ill feelings toward you.”
Just, it’s obvious that someone else wouldn’t like to see you like this now.
“You may leave now.”
(This is a time delimiter.)
“Your Majesty. What are you looking at?”
Roskella tapped the office table.
“Did you hear my report?”
“I heard all. Stop that and go out.”
Benjamin Visennov leaned against the window sill with his arms crossed. Below him, the imperial palace garden was in view. He could see through the servants and gardeners below.
“A halfsibling?”
“Yes. According to those who saw her, that’s the case.”
Henrietta glanced back and scurried away. She must be around ten years old by now?
“What’s the reason for letting someone in even though their intent is clear?”
Knowing you’ll be backstabbed and still keeping someone behind, what’s the reason for that?
Benjamin propped himself up on the window sill. The stairs would be fine, but it was a shorter distance to jump down.
As he estimated the distance, a gaze followed him.
“Your Majesty…….”
“Later.”
Benjamin leaped down. By his estimation, it was more than three stories high.
He landed lightly and leaned back. The servants gaped at his clean, stately walk.
‘Where did you fall from?’
The servants couldn’t dare to ask, only following him with their eyes.
“Why are you sitting like that again?”
Charlotte raised her head. She replied that it was nothing special.
“Seems like you were looking for your office in the information center, were you not busy?”
“I was just wrapping things up and on my way down.”
Charlotte gestured to the maid.
“Check on the child who just left, and let me know if she left properly.”
The maid bowed her head and left.
“Wasn’t it resentment?”
“What changes if I resent that child. Being born is not a sin.”
“You do know how to speak like an adult.”
Benjamin Visennov added, almost forgetting,
“I sent Aaron to the infirmary pharmacy. He was originally a palace medic, so he adapted easily.”
“Did you have a conversation?”
“I promised to do that later.”
Soon the maid came and informed her that she had left properly.
“Have you ridden a horse?”
“No.”
“People of the Eastern Continent are usually friendly with animals. Horse riding is essential for them. The delegation will reach the continent before long, so it would be good to learn in advance, what do you think?”
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
