“Why? What’s happening?”
Aaron’s sharp guard was effortlessly dispersed by Delia’s clear voice.
“Look there. That flower, the snowdrop. Commander, could you please pick it for me?”
At the brash command of his prisoner, Aaron’s eyebrows twitched. His hand, which was reaching towards his hair, halted in midair.
“You’re asking me to pick a flower right now?”
“Yeah, I really like that flower.”
Her golden hair, tousled by the wind on Mount Tarence, was scattered everywhere, but Aaron’s captive was only looking at the flower.
Aaron, with his hand still lingering in the air, clenched his fist.
What is this prisoner talking about?
His sharp guard was gone, and a ridiculous emotion filled him.
“You’re asking me, the sole grand duke and commander of the empire, to pick a flower?”
“I can’t go because I’m tied up like this. So, you go and get it, Commander.”
“Just endure it. A prisoner wanting to walk around with flowers? Anyone would think you were a lady out for a stroll.”
“You said you wanted to use me. You said you wanted to keep me alive to use me. So, please pick the flower for me.”
Delia, as if throwing a tantrum, yanked her hand away from Aaron.
She pulled back as if hanging from him with all her might, but his hand didn’t budge.
Rather, she was pulled closer by Aaron’s light pull, making the distance between them even shorter than before.
Delia glared at the now closer Aaron and snapped at him.
“I feel like I’m going to die. I might die if I don’t have that flower.”
Aaron’s unreserved captive was demanding a flower with such audacity.
Staking her own life on it.
“I really want that snowdrop. I might die if I don’t have it.”
“You won’t die just because you don’t have a flower.”
“How would you know, Commander? Will you take responsibility if I die?”
“I won’t let you die until the hostage negotiation.”
“So, pick the flower for me. If you really don’t want to, then untie me. I’ll go pick it myself.”
Aaron stared at Delia, who was grimacing heavily.
What’s her intention? It couldn’t be simply because she liked the flower.
Perhaps she was plotting another escape.
Aaron followed Delia’s gaze to the flowers.
Could it be a signal arranged in advance with her subordinates?
Or is she trying to trap us?
Aaron looked around with suspicious eyes.
The beautiful wildflowers were swaying disconcertingly in the wind, mirroring Aaron’s confusion.
“Dyke.”
Aaron, who had called his aidedecamp following behind him, instructed in a cold voice.
“Go over there and search the area thoroughly. Especially check if there are any insurgent scoundrels.”
“Yes, Commander.”
“And bring back that flower on your way.”
Delia, who had been listening to Aaron’s command, lit up.
A distinct change of expression. Aaron almost laughed at the absurdity.
Maybe she really does like flowers.
Even amidst all this, Delia excitedly shouted at Dyke’s back.
“There, I can see strawberries amongst the thorns. Bring those too.”
The Empire’s prisoner was bossing around the Empire’s soldiers.
Aaron, staring at Delia’s dazzling smile amidst the sunlight, pondered deeply.
Should he just get rid of this sly captive?
A captive who, oblivious to her situation and ignorant of who has captured her, was babbling about flowers.
In response to the cute mischief of the captive, Aaron chastised Delia.
“Are you trying to use your beauty? As a captive, you’re laughing too much.”
At Aaron’s grumbling, Delia smiled even more brightly.
“Do you intend to fall for it?”
“I’m past the age of falling for such things.”
Aaron, who spoke carelessly, turned away and took a step forward.
He led Delia through the field filled with wild grass.
“But Commander, when are we leaving?”
“Where to?”
“Aren’t we going to march toward the base? We need to join them quickly.”
“We will go. Once you’ve recovered.”
The wildflowers at Delia’s feet swayed lightly with the wind.
Just like Delia, who was tilting her head at the incomprehensible words.
“What? We’re waiting for the prisoner to recover?”
“Thanks to someone, the fullscale battle has not yet begun.”
The armies that had been in Roieni and Kirens were currently gathering at the border of Eorente.
Originally, while everyone’s attention was focused on the border, they planned to cross Mount Tarence and raid the capital of Eorente.
However, the royal castle of Eorente had already completed their preparations before the raid.
Thanks to this sly prisoner in front of him.
If they attacked recklessly now, they might suffer even greater damage.
Thanks to this, both Eorent and Schtilleitz were sizing each other up, the standoff between them protracting.
“Considering the damage we’ve suffered due to the prisoner, we should reveal our identities and compensate for the damage quickly.”
“Commander, you should speak correctly. We’re the ones being invaded right now. If there’s damage, we’re the ones who suffered it.”
“That’s a matter of perspective.”
Delia pursed her lips.
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
