Perhaps noticing my strange mood, Mrs. Mors introduced the others on the first floor instead of going to the second floor.
Fortunately, I didn’t encounter Liandro until the last discussion time.
It was when Mrs. Mors was about to talk about the ancient myth, this week’s discussion topic. A salon security guard hurriedly ran up to Mrs. Mors.
“Madam, you should go outside.”
The guard whispered to Mrs. Mors. Her face turned slightly pale.
“…So suddenly?”
“Yes. They said it was so urgent that they couldn’t tell you in advance.”
“Even without any forewarning, this is—”
Bam—!
A woman hastily entered.
“I will personally see Mrs. Mors and explain the situation. Mrs. Mors will understand once she hears my situation.”
She was a woman with the distinctive brown skin of the Royum Kingdom, her chocolatecolored hair tied in a ponytail.
‘Princess Diana?’
I recognized her instantly, having memorized her general appearance.
‘Received even a knight’s title…’
Princess Diana exuded the energy of a wild horse running across a field. Mrs. Mors pointed out to Diana in a troubled voice.
“Princess Royum. Entering without even asking permission from the owner of the salon?”
But Diana bowed, smiling slightly.
“I apologize, Mrs. Mors. I had to handle an urgent matter without any forewarning.”
“In my salon gathering?”
“Yes, exactly—”
Diana’s sharp, crimson eyes scanned the surroundings and stopped.
Precisely on me.
“You were hiding there.”
Diana muttered, gnashing her teeth.
“Sister, come in. As I expected, you were dodging fate well!”
“Diana, don’t make too much noise.”
Diana’s companions entered through the open door.
Long brown hair, pale skin with lightly pigmented hazelnut eyes, a fragile body that seemed to collapse with the wind, simple features, and peculiarly, a single gold ring around her neck.
At first, I didn’t recognize her.
‘Miryou Juti?’
She had completely changed.
“That way, you might unnecessarily inconvenience others.”
Her downcast eyes, the sad smile at the corners of her mouth, the voice lifted as if deliberately, the calm tone.
‘Why does it feel awkward?’
Miryou had always shown a kind face in front of the people of the Libertan Duke’s family, even though it was different in front of me. But this was too different from that time.
‘Like she’s wearing strange, illfitting clothes.’
Upon discovering me, Miryou suddenly shivered.
“…Estelle.”
“Don’t worry, sister. Just trust me.”
Diana, who had approached me with large strides, scanned me up and down, looking displeased.
“Good evening, Duchess Blanquette. I’m Diana Royum. Do you have anything to say to my sister?”
“Well, you came so suddenly…”
I hadn’t fully grasped Miryou yet.
‘If I answer hastily, the situation will get tangled.’
Pretending to know nothing, I asked Diana.
“I don’t even know what’s going on all of a sudden. Is there something happening?”
“Is that what you’re saying?”
Diana grimaced and pulled Miru close.
“You can say that, even after seeing Miru sister?”
Miru’s breath quivered, as if swallowing tears. The corners of her eyes trembled.
“Eh, Estelle. I’m glad.”
“Say it, Miru sister. You’re pretending not to know anything!”
I myself was curious about what Miru would say.
But Miru did not meet Diana’s expectations.
With trembling hands, Miru fiddled with the yellow ribbon around her neck. She pulled Diana’s arm, sobbing.
“……Diana, stop it. It seems meaningless.”
“Miru sister. There’s still a scar on your heart.”
Diana asked me incredulously.
“Do you dare pretend not to know your fault even in front of Miru sister? You know how serious a scar is if you’re a noble lady…”
“A scar?”
“Yes! A scar!”
Diana, who was embracing Miru, shouted angrily.
“The scar you slashed on Miru sister’s neck!”
“…….”
“Sister can’t even go outside without covering her neck. But, but how can you not apologize even once!”
Diana’s voice, full of resentment, echoed in the silent salon.
People who had been holding their breath in the salon began to murmur. Miru, looking uneasy, grasped her neck ribbon with trembling hands.
“Estelle, I don’t expect much.”
Miru finally opened her mouth, as if she had gathered her courage.
“If you sincerely apologize for what happened then, I can forget everything.”
A transparent tear seemed about to fall from Miru’s eye.
“If you feel even a little sorry…….”
“I’m sorry.”
Miru’s eyes widened in surprise.
“……You’re sorry?”
“Yes, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had such sorrow.”
Everyone was stunned by my quick apology. They all expected me to react with anger or shamelessness.
But I couldn’t.
‘The flow has already turned me into the perpetrator.’
Even if I claim innocence without any evidence, I’ll only make a fool of myself.
‘First, I’ll provoke the other party.’
Diana, who had been staring at me dumbfoundedly, yelled at me.
“You think your insincere apology will work just because we’re in public?”
“What should I do then?”
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
