The atmosphere in the banquet hall, where four people sat, was subtle.
As if in the eye of a storm, where the winds were calm for now, but an unpredictable gust could sweep in at any moment.
“Does the food not suit your taste?”
Observing Idel, whose plate was hardly touched and whose hands, holding cutlery, had almost come to a halt, Caeron asked. In response to his question, Idel smiled faintly, shaking her head.
“No, it’s an excellent meal.”
At her brief smile that faded as quickly as it appeared, Caeron seemed concerned, examining her face. Pascal, surprised at his meticulous attention, widened his eyes, while Roselin gritted her teeth, her hand trembling.
“Your Highness, you are very affectionate towards my sister.”
Roselin, who had been observing them for a while, exclaimed in admiration, a smile bright enough to be considered exaggerated spreading across her face. The face distorted with jealousy had long been hidden.
“You don’t know how fortunate it is that my sister is marrying His Highness. If it were the ‘Count of Chalere’… Oh my!”
Roselin covered her mouth, appearing to have slipped up, her face flushing with embarrassment.
“I apologize. I brought up unnecessary talk.”
“Count of Chalere?”
Pascal, not missing the distinctly heard word, ‘Count of Chalere’, asked back.
“Why is there sudden talk of the Count of Chalere?”
Roselin slightly lifted the corners of her lips, as if this was the reaction she expected. She then lowered her eyes, as if it was a difficult confession.
“Well… actually… how can we hide this from you. The fact is, the person my sister was first engaged to was the Count of Chalere.”
Having finished speaking, Roselin glanced surreptitiously at the Duke sitting opposite her. The Duke, his expression unreadable, crossed his arms and stared back at her, as if asking her to continue.
“Is that true? Then the future Duchess broke off her engagement with the Count of Chalere and then with my brother…”
“I was utterly shocked too. My sister didn’t say a word about it until the Count of Chalere came to visit for wedding preparations… After His Highness visited as the Count, my sister requested a divorce from the Count.”
While her tone did not blame her sister for suddenly declaring a divorce, it was sufficient to show her impertinence, just looking at the contents of her words.
“The Count of Chalere was so shocked and hurt that day… Ah! Of course, the result of my sister marrying His Highness is much better.”
She did not forget to subtly convey the shock that the Count of Chalere must have felt. Pascal furrowed his brows and looked at the Duke and the future Duchess.
“Did Your Highness know about this beforehand?”
Considering Roselin, who was an outsider unlike the future Duchess, Pascal changed his address. Caeron looked at Pascal, tilting his head slightly.
“Whether I knew beforehand or not, it doesn’t matter. The future Duchess’ choice is what matters most.”
“Huh! The future Duchess is more remarkable than I thought. It’s my first time seeing someone daring enough to weigh the Duke.”
Pascal’s cold eyes turned towards Idel. His tone suggested that he found it contemptuous that she had weighed the Count of Chalere and Duke Elyos in deciding her marriage.
Idel hesitated for a moment. Should she tell the Emperor about the contract between herself and the Duke?
But she could not speak rashly in the presence of Roselin, and wet her lips.
While she was holding onto her dress on her knees, hesitant, a large hand covered hers.
‘…!’
Startled, she looked sideways to find Caeron shaking his head at her, telling her not to say anything.
Soon, Caeron, who had turned his head towards Pascal, spoke in a steady tone and expression.
“I confess. It was I who asked her to divorce the Count of Chalere and marry me.”
“……What did you say?”
“I fell in love. At first sight. With my future Duchess.”
He, renowned as a stern Duke in the Empire, spoke words that were unbelievably sweet.
“Brother… no, are you saying this, Your Highness?”
Pascal, taken aback by Caeron’s aspect that he had never seen before, unknowingly opened his mouth in surprise.
I thought she must have some affection for the Duke to accept the engagement, but I never dreamed that the sentimental phrase ‘love at first sight’ would come from his mouth.
“Do not trouble her.”
It was a word to the emperor, but the sharp gaze was directed at Roselin. Feeling as though she was being pierced by his gaze, Roselin fiercely shuddered and bit her lip hard.
Roselin’s gaze avoided the Duke and landed on her sister Idel’s face. It seemed calm at a glance, but… she could read the emotions in the slight flush on her white cheeks and the soft rippling eyes.
‘You shouldn’t be happy, sister.’
Roselin rolled up her red lips with her blazing eyes.
She didn’t think that mentioning the Count of Shale would shake the Duke’s heart. Hadn’t the Duke already embraced her sister in front of the Count of Shale and left with her?
It was merely a kind background explanation for the unknowing emperor.
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
