Entering the reception room, I briefly paused my steps before continuing. Outwardly, my movements were graceful enough not to reveal any surprise, but internally, I was quite astonished. It was because an unexpected face was in front of me.
‘No, why are you here?’
The initial emotion was joy, followed by surprise. Tied-up hair of less matured olive color, eyes of the same shade, and a button-up impression filled with meticulousness from head to neck. A monocle on one eye and specially crafted gloves always carried due to innate compulsiveness.
I wasn’t mistaken.
‘Fyvel!’
Famous even in hell as the worst cynic, a genius in negotiation and bargaining that could make any coin extremely sensitive, and a top-tier middle manager who made subordinates tremble by meticulously examining even a dot in the documents.
The capable and more than just an assistant that other sisters coveted so much!
There he was, mixed among other assistant candidates, standing in front of me.
‘Could he have come knowing it’s me?’
Eager to talk to him, I shortened the interviews individually more than originally planned. Then, I left Fyvel alone.
“Master!”
As the door closed and the popularity disappeared, Fyvel ran towards me with a bright face.
It was undoubtedly correct that he knew it was me.
“I’ve come to serve you. Do you need Fyvel?”
“Wow. How…?”
“Your third sister recommended me.”
Fyvel elegantly bowed, expressing his respects.
I looked at him and finally embraced him tightly.
“It’s really nice to see you here. I won’t forget your sincerity.”
Honestly, this was touching. It had been a few years since I disappeared, and my siblings were probably fighting for the territory I used to govern. Escaping from there wouldn’t be easy.
“Instead, if you come back to the demon realm, how about a triple salary?”
“Hearing that makes me really feel that meeting you is real.”
Fyvel tried to negotiate with a genuine smile.
At any time, my subordinates had no hesitation in taking advantage of any opportunity for profit. My assistant who had no qualms about gaining benefits.
Seeing him made my heart warm…
“Or perhaps arrange a concubine for me too.”
“That’s a bold request.”
Let’s cancel the warm feelings. Nevertheless, it was touching.
“How’s the current situation?”
“It’s chaotic. In fact, due to the absence of someone with overwhelming magical power, the lowest level of hell still has no master. Because of that, the administrative processing for souls cleansed of sins is paralyzed…”
Fyvel shook his head as if it was troublesome.
“In summary, due to the master’s absence, the administrative processing is messed up, so I just left.”
“It must have collapsed without you.”
“I wouldn’t know about the aftermath.”
Fyvel laughed like a snake.
In the human world, if I were to compare, about a dozen or so imperial nobles engaged in a power struggle, each unable to overpower the other, resulting in a collective destruction.
In that situation, the capable Prime Minister, trying to maintain the foundation of the country, eventually gave up with a shrug, saying, “Well, I don’t know anymore.”
“Until I return, things won’t straighten out properly.”
“Admirable.”
Fyvel was a subordinate who only pledged loyalty to me. As far as I knew, there wasn’t any particularly remarkable reason—it was simply because I was Fyvel’s master, someone he trusted and left alone without meddling.
When he did things as he pleased, Fyvel, the one who shone the most, was an emotional sight. It seemed to be quite moving for him.
Another reason, if I may add, was that Fyvel enjoyed organizing the gold and treasures I brought back every time I won a war.
Since I was the only one who could provide such pleasure, he followed me, and before I knew it, it had been over 700 years.
“Well then, master. What is your goal?”
It had been several years since we last met, but in human terms, that was still a long time. If I went to war once, we wouldn’t meet for about 30 years, so Fyvel treated me very comfortably, as if we had met yesterday.
“Have you heard about the dagger?”
“Of course. The story of the Desert Emperor receiving a prophecy and offering a dagger and his sister to Queen Nyx is making rounds even in those high places.”
I shared with Fyvel the stories of my sisters.
“Well, then. It means you should find a suitable partner to love while preparing for the possibility if you can’t find one?”
“Yeah, that’s about it. I’ll find one, but…”
“In my opinion, it would be better to have many candidates. Like… your fourth sister.”
“I also thought about the desire of the fourth sister.”
Sinful souls had to be locked deep in the boiling hell of the lowest level that I managed. After that, they would rise one floor at a time. The sins I managed on the floor I governed were crimes. The fourth sister’s floor was called the floor of passion.
On the floor of passion, everyone learned about love. If you didn’t learn about love, you couldn’t go up.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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