Milliora bit her lips.
“A mere blemish should be tolerated if the child has passed a test even my servant, Count Rene, could not. Do you think you can get a better servant?”
“….”
“Don’t you think you need more than a girl who nibbles on snacks by your side? I’m worried you’re not taking the competition seriously. His Majesty will be disappointed.”
Tears formed at the corners of Milliora’s eyes. The competition was a future matter; what upset her was the humiliation her tea party members had faced.
“Big brother, they are all children of noble families and my friends!”
“The third lion is more useful to His Majesty than all of them combined. Don’t put unnecessary burdens on him.”
“The burden is being caused by that child. A bastard who smears my father’s face, unaware of how dangerous it is to set foot in the palace. I’m truly miserable! Please send someone else, big brother Orle.”
“The humbler the person, the more they appreciate and obey the small things. And you can’t handle even one such child. Is the bastard too much for you, Milliora?”
“….”
From Orle’s smile, Milliora read the question: what makes you any better than a bastard?
Too much, a bastard is too much?
Milliora bit her lips again, trying to hold back swirling tears. She tasted blood in her mouth.
She could no longer bear Orle’s gaze, which looked at her the same way he looked at the bastard, and abruptly turned to flee.
As she headed for the door, she slightly adjusted her direction and elbowed a ceramic vase on the side table, sending it crashing to the ground.
Upon hearing the noise, the knights guarding the door rushed in to check on Orle. No one was there to escort the princess out.
As she left the First Royal Palace, a knight with a mountainous physique blocked her way.
Rond knew that appearing before her at such a moment was practically suicidal, but he didn’t care.
He was more muscular than anyone, and knew all too much about wounds.
Milliora was conflicted the moment she spotted him.
Should she yell, ‘What took you so long!’ or should she curse, ‘Who asked you to show up!’
And she instantly resented him for making her question herself.
Moving her dress, she spoke.
“Orle’s knights rush in as if a war broke out just because a vase shattered, but my own escort knight is so lax!”
But Rond quietly followed her.
As soon as Milliora reached the princess palace, she suddenly turned to face him.
Rond, who had been following her, unintentionally stood too close to her. Milliora looked like a child in front of his massive body.
“Why!”
“….?”
“Why don’t you ask?”
“What do you mean, Your Highness?”
“Why don’t you ask why I’m angry!”
Rond’s deep gray eyes looked down closely into Milliora’s moist eyes.
“Will you calm down if I ask?”
Milliora recoiled at his counter-question. It was the gesture of a frightened animal.
Yet she said fiercely,
“You wouldn’t understand. Useless! Why is everyone around me so useless!”
Upon hearing this, Rond’s eyes slightly quivered. Milliora realized she had just insulted a knight broken by injury, and opened her mouth in shock.
“Sir, I didn’t mean—”
But Rond raised his head to point ahead.
“Please go in, Your Highness.”
Because of the height difference, Milliora couldn’t see whether he was angry.
Unable to confirm that fact made her all the more despondent. With swirling tears, she led the way. She tasted metal again.
Because I wasn’t sure if soldiers would barge in and drag me out, I sat quietly in the room. It felt too quiet all around.
If I go to jail for insulting the royal family, I had almost thought to give my name as Lorisha Roba instead of Lorisha Roar, when resentment flared within me.
Why did the Earl send me to a place like this, where I don’t belong and can’t fit in?
At least Misha wouldn’t have made such a mess of things.
I’d have to say, if I’m hauled off to jail, that I haven’t even lived with the Earl for many years and that no one could handle me because I was a brat since childhood.
That the Earl’s love and education were useless for reforming me…
“How utterly horrible that sounds.”
I grew somber at the excuses I had concocted.
Just then, the window softly rapped.
“Ah, what a surprise!”
I nearly let out a curse but swallowed it and rushed to the window.
No soldier would be coming through the win…
“Damn it…”
I ended up swearing. The person tapping at my window was Duke Caidel.
Startled, I gaped as Duke Caidel grimaced for me to open up quickly.
I had no choice but to open the window.
“…”
Duke Caidel gracefully leaped through the window and closed the door behind him, shaking off his clothes.
He could have been a thief, just with that manner. Damn aristocrats.
He turned and smiled at me.
“Miss Roar.”
“Should I greet you?”
I crossed my arms and retorted.
“Who would’ve thought the First Lion’s son would be crawling through women’s windows?”
“Stop with the sarcasm. I came because I’m concerned about you.”
“What…”
I tried to speak but lost my train of thought. Damn it.
“No, no… why are you concerned about me?”
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
