Someone skilled enough to break through the tight security or someone who could enter and exit easily.
Then, perhaps the assassin could be someone from within the duke’s household.
The servants frequently moved around inside the mansion, so most of them knew Blair’s face.
On the other hand, the knights rarely had overlapping daily routines, so fewer of them would recognize her face. Even if there was an assassin among the knights, there was a high chance that he wouldn’t recognize her.
So, she had come to check for herself, hoping that the assassin was not among the knights and that Herdin had nothing to do with her death.
Of course, just the thought of facing the person who had killed her, or the possibility that her beloved husband had been involved in her death, was suffocating. Her hands trembled, and she wanted to run away.
‘No, I can’t. Running away won’t change anything.’
Blair held onto herself as if to stop herself from escaping, her trembling hands holding tightly.
At that moment, Ruth approached Herdin.
“Your Highness, it seems you should start preparing for lunch soon.”
The butler, Mason, had already gone ahead to prepare, and Herdin, Blair, and Ruth left the meeting with the knights and exited the training ground.
Blair, who was walking beside Herdin, saw the sweat on his forehead and offered him a handkerchief.
“You might catch a cold.”
However, Herdin refused her offer.
“It’s fine.”
His tone was polite, but his attitude was indifferent.
Watching the two of them from behind, Ruth broke out in a cold sweat for no reason. Blair, on the other hand, calmly wiped her handkerchief, seemingly unaffected by his refusal.
‘Who would think they’re a newlywed couple when they see this?’
Although Blair had never hoped for her husband’s love, seeing him reject her in person made her feel far from happy.
As the three of them walked towards the main residence of the duke, silence once again enveloped them.
‘…Was the mansion always this far away?’
Someone had desperately hoped for this chilly silence to be broken.
At that moment, a small shadow suddenly emerged from the nearby bushes and rushed towards Blair at high speed.
“Ta-dah! Huh?”
The child looked to be about three years old. It seemed to have come from the servants’ quarters.
Ruth, who saw the child, was astonished. She was fortunate to have a generous mistress, but most nobles would get furious at the slightest annoyance. And what about the royalty? Especially if it were the notorious Katrina’s daughter.
Ruth hurriedly picked up the child who was lying in front of Blair and lowered her head.
“I apologize, madam. This child stays in the servants’ quarters, and it seems she slipped away while her mother was working. I will take her back and inform her mother.”
“I’m okay.”
Blair sat down at the child’s eye level and began brushing the dirt off the child’s buttocks with her hand.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s your name?”
“Jeremy.”
“Alright, Jeremy. You fell, but you didn’t cry. You’re a very brave child.”
“Hehe.”
The child laughed at Blair’s praise, a pure smile untainted by any prejudice or intention.
Unlike the usual people of the Duke’s household who feared and felt uncomfortable around Blair, Blair herself smiled warmly at the child, and it was a genuine smile that came from the heart, the first smile she had shown since returning to the past.
Beside the child, Ruth, who had been watching her, stood up with a ashamed expression. She felt embarrassed that she had assumed Blair would naturally reject the child.
Next to Ruth, Herdin also watched the two of them silently.
‘I thought she had no emotions because she never showed any.’
Was she a woman who could smile like that?
The woman who smiled brightly under the sunlight had eyes that sparkled. It might have been because of the snow piled up in various places in the backyard, or it might have been because of her fair complexion.
At the same time, Herdin noticed Ruth’s wristwatch sparkling in the light, but he turned his attention back to Blair, trying to capture more of her appearance.
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
