Gracian started the meal and said, “Since I’ve prepared something delicious, dig in. I won’t accuse you of stealing a ring or offer you a single candy under the false charge of stealing from me, Miliora.”
“…”
“Speak up.”
“Yes?”
I was surprised, but he continued to play with the knife diligently, saying, “Just a thought while smoothing out the wrinkles on my forehead.”
“I didn’t have any thoughts…”
However, Gracian wasn’t someone to easily overlook such matters. With a self-destructive attitude, I replied, “I thought about why you knew about the false accusation. Of course, it’s better than being considered a thief.”
Upon hearing that, His Highness Gracian looked at me as if he had heard something unexpected.
“You haven’t adapted to the palace yet, Loresha Roar. There are no secrets here.”
But I firmly responded, “There are. Your Highness.”
‘I’m guarding Your Highness’s secrets like my life depends on it!’
Unknowingly, I found myself staring at him with intensity. Upon realizing this, Gracian, who had a fork in his mouth, smiled faintly.
“Fine. I get it.”
“I would appreciate it if Your Highness could believe that this fact will never change under any circumstances.”
He chuckled.
Suddenly, his knife moved elegantly.
“Do you know why I’m not interested in you, Loar?”
“…I don’t know.”
“Because you’re worthless to me.”
So blunt.
However, I continued my meal, maintaining as much composure as possible. Thanks to the Duchess’s harsh words and my training in dealing with hardship—she even helped me!—I couldn’t say that His indifference was entirely disadvantageous to me.
His Highness Gracian casually continued, “You don’t have a lord. What you do for Miliora is more like a service than anything else. Don’t you think so?”
“…”
I was slightly shocked. It seemed like that’s how I appeared in the eyes of the nobles.
Certainly, I didn’t have any sense of duty toward His Highness Miliora.
If I had to say, it felt like getting a job at an extremely well-paying store.
The only reason I endured in this harsh palace was solely for the sake of my future humble single life.
But such personal desires seemed to have a repulsive odor in the eyes of the nobles.
He, surviving through others’ loyalty as a noble, considered me repulsive.
Regardless of who was right, I didn’t want to be viewed as disrespectful and dangerous by His Highness Gracian.
“I am doing my best for Her Highness the Princess. Your Highness, Second Prince.”
“That’s the problem. It’s because a maid who doesn’t swear allegiance to anyone is stealing the glory of the competition. Loar.”
“…”
Yeah, I won once. But to say I stole the glory with that…
“Having Miliora dream futile dreams puts her in danger, Loar.”
“What are you talking about…”
He put down the knife and raised his head.
“Is Miliora genuinely dreaming of becoming a princess?”
“…!”
Locked in eye contact with His Highness Gracian, I felt my fingertips grow cold. His flesh, both in the past and now, conveyed vivid sincerity.
I now understood the chill brought by the silver hair of the Tagars. Their inherent coldness and cruelty unintentionally revealed itself in every moment. They neither shied away from nor hesitated to show their true nature.
I couldn’t predict whether I would survive receiving such a gaze once again.
‘Damn tea party!’
However, he had no reason to intimidate me. I had no intention of performing well in this competition whatsoever. My goal was merely to maintain the minimum dignity of Her Highness, the Princess.
‘How do I clear up this misunderstanding?’
I bit my lip. In my heart, I wanted to explain everything to him in detail.
But then, the face of Her Highness Miliora flashed in my mind. The treatment she received from the Empress, the Crown Prince’s natural acceptance of it—all the Prince Consorts who considered it a matter of course.
Thinking that her life wouldn’t change a bit even if I left the palace and lived the life I dreamed of, I felt sorry for her. Insanely sorry.
I spoke very firmly, “Talking about a princess while excessively drunk sounds like a story that might come out of a very drunk tea party, Your Highness.”
Don’t make people shiver with stories of drunken misbehavior.
His Highness Gracian frowned at my subtle wording. His laughter was also subtle.
But I composed myself and continued. Now was the time to get to the point.
“I understand very well what this competition is. However, as Her Highness Miliora’s maid, my goal is also clear.”
“Your goal? How dare you…”
“I would be pleased if Her Highness could love herself a little more, Your Highness.”
“…”
Oh no. I just hammered a nail into my own coffin.
How the Empress treated Her Highness, and thus how torn her heart must be—revealing the inner workings of the royal family was something I should never pretend to know.
Instead of fixing my temperamental mind, which would only become more prominent if someone tried to suppress it, I should have fixed it!
His Highness Gracian remained expressionless, but his gaze was fiercely intense.
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
