“Is there a deadline? Or forever……?”
“Temporary.”
“If I, by any chance, give the wrong answer to the Count……”
“Not at all.”
He firmly shook his head, saying that there would be no disadvantage whatsoever.
Somehow, it didn’t seem like a lie, so I stammered, resignedly speaking.
“As I mentioned before, I think Zevron Beach is really beautiful. How about inviting your counterpart there? It will take time to travel back and forth, and anyone who sees this beach will want to sit down, so it will take more time……”
The Duke’s brow furrowed slightly, and Duke Kaidel’s eyes widened a bit. I couldn’t tell what either of them was reacting to, and I didn’t want to know.
I didn’t want to ask questions without explaining the entire situation, and I was even more scared of having the situation explained to me.
Why on earth was His Highness, the commander of the victorious army, the Second Prince, worrying and fainting in such a remote place?
His Highness Greyan answered.
“Yes. I also like Zevron Beach. We have that in common.”
I responded with an awkward smile, and His Highness smiled faintly as well.
“You entered the Academy this time? Duke Rocard here was the valedictorian. It wouldn’t hurt to watch closely.”
Aaaaah! The Academy!
I might as well write on my clothes that I’m a baseborn who hasn’t even been near the Academy.
I didn’t even care that Duke Kaidel looked displeased when the Academy was mentioned.
It’s my fault that I look too much like the Count, I thought, scraping together the last of my patience to respond politely.
“It seems you’ve mistaken me for Lady Misha, the enemy woman of Roar.”
A brief silence followed my response. Nobody seemed to understand, so I simply drove the point home.
“I am a baseborn. Your Highness.”
“Is that so? I’ll remember.”
“Thank you.”
I could pickle and eat my fingertips.
Why on earth should I thank him?
But the vocabulary available for dealing with the royalty was limited to that: respectful, regretful, or something like that.
The very limitation of communicative vocabulary itself spoke of a difference in power. Having a direct conversation made me feel it even more acutely.
“It was a pleasant conversation. Roar.”
“May I take my leave now?”
“Willingly.”
“To Tagar, eternal glory.”
I bowed formally and left the room. Then, as soon as the door closed, I ran to my room without looking back.
(This is a time separator.)
As Lorisha’s running footsteps receded, Duke Rocard’s stern face relaxed into explosive laughter.
“Hahaha! Your Highness, isn’t she really funny?”
“Hmm.”
Greyan’s face was grim, so Rocard quickly composed himself.
“Isn’t it a good idea? I mean, inviting His Highness Orle for a bedside visit.”
Greyan played an advisory role as the commander in the discussions between the two sides on their respective benefits and postwar compensation plans. That negotiation was why he was recuperating in Zevron.
It would have been best if Greyan, who had led the army on behalf of the Emperor, announced the compensation plan himself, but now that the Empress had intervened, that was too much to ask for.
The best they could do was prevent the proclamation of the war’s fruit from being made public by the First Prince Orle.
“His Highness, your brother, will want to come quite a bit. But it’s difficult to achieve.”
“‘His Highness has obtained even an injury in a war to secure the empire’s iron ore, but the First Prince His Highness has never publicly expressed his will. Is this not a sign of internal conflict within the royal family?’ How about this for a Tartanian commentary topic?”
Greyan only then smiled slyly.
“You devil.”
Rocard contemplated happily.
“Shall we have her take the Academy entrance exam next year? Would it be better to bring her directly to the palace, Your Highness?”
But Greyan was silent. When Rocard met his gaze, he spoke.
“You heard her.”
Rocard’s eyebrows furrowed heavily.
“Because she’s a baseborn?”
Greyan spoke as he leisurely returned to his room.
“I acknowledge that she’s a useful child, but I don’t want a weakness around me, Rocard. Since she’s already entered the Academy, pick her up from there. A flawless and competent talent.”
Upon returning from the Amta War, the few remaining people in the palace who were with the second prince had all been replaced. It was the influence of the Empress.
Duke Rocard took this as an opportunity to find new talent, but the second prince’s standards were unexpectedly strict.
In the upcoming swordfight, a person was needed to take charge of the Greyan Tagar. It was better to cut off a person who would be easily stabbed from the beginning.
Duke Rocard did not think his thought was wrong. But he didn’t agree either. It was not too late to refute this interesting new subject after taking a good look at it.
Everything went as they predicted.
The next day, when the commentary on the essence of what Duke Rocard said was published in Targan, the capital’s famous daily newspaper, the first prince immediately set out for Zevron.
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
