Having saved the maidservant, it was now time to lay the groundwork for a life of leisure.
At Rishi’s request, Jaime began buying all the newspapers and magazines published in the Count’s territory daily, and Rishi met with the heads of various departments of the Green family, learning this and that, and it was often late by the time she retired to her bedroom.
But Kay was apparently even busier, often coming to the bedroom later than Rishi, leaving early, or not coming in at all, so they had little opportunity to see each other.
“It seems the Count is very busy.”
On a nice day, while taking a short break in the living room of Rishi’s room, Cristina served her some herbal tea and remarked.
Since Cristina had become a maidservant, she had not had a chance to see Kay’s face, which seemed to trouble her.
“Of course. The Count has various plans and does not have time to concern himself with trivial matters.”
Rishi said nothing, but Gilet answered in a tinkling voice.
Erwel, who had been standing quietly, grimaced and stealthily reached for her dress waist. Cristina stared at her fiercely and quickly retracted her hand, pursing her lips.
Despite having only three maidservants, the relationship was not good.
No, to be precise, Erwel and Cristina did not like Gilet.
In addition to behaving rudely in front of Rishi, Gilet flaunted that she was the protege of a noble family to Erwel and Cristina.
Cristina would quietly ignore Gilet’s rude behavior, but Erwel would frown every time and try to put her hand somewhere in her dress.
It seemed like she was trying to pull something out, and Rishi was extremely curious about what Erwel was trying to pull out. However, each time Cristina glared at Erwel, Rishi had never seen what Erwel was trying to pull out.
“By the way, Lady Iris. You don’t have a wedding ring. You didn’t even receive a ring from the Count, did you?”
Gilet asked with a look of pure curiosity.
Rishi looked down at her own hand. She wore a bracelet to match her dress, but she had not put on a ring.
Until now, she had never thought about the wedding ring.
“Well. Since it’s a political marriage, you must have skipped such cumbersome procedures. You didn’t even have a wedding ceremony. But other people who get into political marriages usually have at least a wedding ceremony… The Count is too much. I’m upset.”
Contrary to her words, Gilet looked pleased.
“Gilet. You’d better be careful about your behavior in front of the Countess.”
Cristina, who had been glaring at Erwel so that she could not move, finally lost her patience and scolded Gilet.
Gilet looked at Cristina as if she couldn’t believe it.
“Are you scolding me now? Even though we are both maids, I am the daughter of Count Merdi.”
Cristina was so focused on staring at Gilet that she failed to stop Erwel, and for a moment, what Erwel was trying to pull out of her waist was fleetingly visible.
It was something that shone silver, but before it could fully reveal itself, a knock broke the tense atmosphere in the room.
“Rishi. May I come in?”
It was Kay.
Gilet, who seemed to have not given up on Kay yet, hurriedly adjusted her clothes and tidied her hair.
Erwel and Cristina looked at Gilet as if they were astounded.
“Come in.”
As soon as Rishi’s permission fell, Kay opened the door and came in.
He seemed to have been far away and was dressed in a proper suit.
He, in a white suit with gold rims, was beautiful as a god.
“Haah.”
Unbeknownst to her, Gilet let out a sigh of admiration. The only person who saw Erwel pretending to vomit was Cristina.
While Cristina was forcing Erwel to straighten up with a terrifying gaze, Kay approached Rishi with a pleasant expression.
“It’s been a long time since I had time. Have you finished touring the mansion?”
“I haven’t been around all of it yet.”
“That’s good.”
Kay extended his hand towards Rishi.
Rishi, not knowing what he wanted her to do, stared blankly at his large palm.
His fingers were long and the joints thick, and there were calluses here and there on his palm from gripping the sword so much. Having seen the hand of one so skilled in combat for the first time, Rishi was lost in admiration of his palm.
“Rishi?”
At his call, she looked up blankly.
“What are you doing? Give me your hand.”
Unconsciously, she placed her hand on top of his palm.
He gave a smirk.
“Just like a welltrained puppy giving its paw, Rishi.”
“And you are a rude wolf.”
In the whispered conversation between the two masters, quickwitted Cryer tried to signal the other maids to leave. But Gillett stood upright in his place, staring wideeyed at Lisi and Kevrant.
Eventually, Cryer grabbed Gillett’s dress hem and pulled him. Gillett, irritated, shook off Cryer’s hand and left the room himself.
Once the maids left, Kevrant took Lisi’s hand and helped her up from the sofa.
“There seems to be a maid showing her teeth.”
“You’ve probably raised her improperly.”
“What a frightening statement. I’m worst at nurturing things in this world, Lisi. I can’t even properly take care of a plant.”
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
