Jackal glared at him with a face covered in cold sweat and said, “Empire’s woman? Does the one who led her to death have the right to say such things?”
Karaf responded incredulously, “What nonsense are you talking about? It’s you who is leading her to death right now. If I hadn’t met you, she wouldn’t have gone through all this!”
Jackal burst into bitter laughter.
“That’s exactly what I want to say. It seems words won’t get through to you. Do you realize how much pain Asha has endured because of you?”
Jackal’s intensely blue eyes clashed fiercely with Karaf’s burning red eyes.
Karaf, with a motion as if he would crush Jackal’s jaw, said, “I gave her the maximum love I could offer. Yet, she’s the one who betrayed my sincerity first. Leaving me and playing with another man…”
Jackal said through gritted teeth, “In the eyes of a butterfly, maybe the flower wasn’t that impressive after all.”
In response, Karaf once again tightly gripped the wound on Jackal’s side.
“Kuk…”
Jackal closed his eyes tightly, and the pain made it impossible for him to maintain his composure.
Karaf spoke sternly, “From now on, the name ‘Hyaesins’ will never be spoken by people in this empire again. That flower will disappear from the empire forever.”
Jackal breathed heavily and struggled.
Karaf, with an expressionless face, observed him as he endured the pain. After a while, he released the wound and wiped his blood-stained hand.
As blood droplets fell to the ground, Jackal’s head also dropped.
“Du-ran.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Du-ran, who stood like a statue at the entrance, responded.
“I’ll go to Bannetza now, so you torture him in my place. Keep him awake, and don’t let him rest even for a moment. Oh, and be careful not to accidentally kill him.”
“Yes.”
As soon as Jackal heard about going to Asha, he immediately opened his reddened eyes, ready to dash out at any moment. The iron chains restraining his body clanged frantically.
Karaf glanced at him briefly and said, “Don’t worry. You won’t die so easily. I made a promise with Bannetza.”
Jackal stared at him with bloodshot eyes as Karaf continued, “Instead, I’ll give you more pain than death. I’ll make you beg for death from your own mouth. There won’t be anything more exhilarating than that.”
Karaf concluded his words and walked out of the prison cell.
Walking forward with determination, he showed no signs of amusement.
His face in the dark prison corridor was dark and filled with madness.
While Asha’s prison was made of dark stone walls, unlike Jackal’s, it was a clean space.
This is a place where relatively high-ranking nobles are temporarily detained by the imperial family when they commit crimes, and it was a dimension away from the most wretched underground prisons.
However, even here, a prison was still a prison, and darkness and a cold atmosphere pervaded the surroundings.
Asha leaned against the bed, hugging her knees and bowing her head deeply.
Sunlight poured in through a small square window above the stone wall, illuminating her. Her blonde hair shone white in the darkness, and dust particles floated around her like fireflies.
Then, breaking the silence, the sound of footsteps echoed.
As the footsteps came to a sudden stop in front of the iron bars, Asha, who had been crouching like a cocoon without any movement, raised her head slightly.
Before her, Karaf stood like a cold, solid pillar.
His expressionless face was so pale that it seemed as if a harsh wind was blowing.
In that overwhelming appearance, memories flashed in Asha’s mind.
Every time she tried to escape, he always caught her with that expression…
After maintaining silence, he finally asked in a heavy voice, “Why did you betray me?”
“…”
“Answer me. Why do you always lie to me, and why don’t you give me your trust?”
At the mention of trust, Asha regained her senses.
“…Your Majesty.”
When she quietly spoke, Karaf closed his mouth and listened carefully.
Asha looked up at his face and said, “Have you ever shown me trust even once?”
“What?”
Although Karaf stiffened slightly, somehow her face looked too sad, making him too perplexed to say anything else.
With a painful expression, Asha forced a smile and said, “You probably expect me to reform you. But I can neither lift the curse on you nor reform you. I tried my best, but I had already failed once in the past.”
“What…?”
Completely unexpected words made Karaf’s face turn pale.
He stumbled for words, asking, “What do you mean now…? You failed once in the past?”
Without an answer from Asha, he pressed her with a fierce tone.
“Answer! What the hell are you talking about?”
“…Your Majesty.”
Karaf hesitated.
“Can Your Majesty forgive the friend who led Your Majesty to death? Can you love again the friend who cursed Your Majesty’s chest before dying…?”
Without answering the question, Asha asked an unrelated question, leaving Karaf even more confused.
“What are you saying…?”
Karaf became even more bewildered, not understanding what she meant.
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
