In the depths of night.
Soft light filtered through the commander’s tent in the Stilletez Empire.
Gurgle.
Aaron tilted a bottle, pouring brandy into a glass.
Golden waves filled the glass, reminiscent of her hair.
Clatter, clatter.
Two pebbles collided in Aaron’s hand, creating noise.
Aaron, the supreme commander of the Stilletez Empire’s army, rolled the pebbles in his left hand while lifting the glass with his right.
Through the amber liquid tinged with red from the light, he could almost see the battle that took place a few days ago.
The battle on the Cabot Plain near the Iorenti border.
There, 50,000 Iorenti soldiers had awaited the Imperial Army.
The Imperial Army, which had been ambushed by a mere 200 elite soldiers from Mount Tarens, was at a disadvantage.
And yet, they were facing an army of 50,000 that was fully prepared for battle.
Aaron had prepared with utmost vigilance.
He requested an additional 50,000 soldiers from the Imperial mainland, leading an Imperial Army of 100,000.
He scrutinized the weather meticulously and devised a careful strategy.
And yet, such an absurd battle…
Initially, they fired their guns, and upon seeing the Iorenti lines scatter, he suspected it was a lure.
A cunning trick to lower the Imperial Army’s guard.
However, he only realized it was not a strategy, but a real retreat, thanks to the news brought by a messenger.
‘The commanderinchief has disappeared.’
Just as the fullscale battle was about to begin, the commander who should have been leading the operation had vanished.
When the commander disappeared, the Iorenti army, composed of mercenaries, quickly collapsed.
“My younger sibling was determined to defend Iorenti, leading 200 men in a doordie attack…”
Aaron muttered to himself, roughly downing his drink.
The flickering light traced the lines of Aaron’s jaw and throat like liquor.
The harsh aroma of the drink spread through the tent with his exhale.
“The crown prince, despite leading a large army, ran away as soon as he saw the enemy.”
Thanks to the fleeing crown prince, they were able to take the Cabot Plains without significant conflict, but Aaron’s emptiness only deepened.
The crown prince had abandoned Iorenti far too easily.
But why was it so difficult for her?
“How can two siblings be so different?”
His eyes gleamed sharply in the deep shadows cast by his brow.
If she had just given up on Iorenti, he would have given her everything.
But she was Aaron’s prisoner.
The princess who couldn’t help but love Iorenti.
The princess who would abandon everything but Iorenti.
The princess who wouldn’t hesitate to drink poison to return to Iorenti.
Thinking of Delia, Aaron’s gaze deepened further.
Aaron refilled his glass, lifting it once more.
The pumpkincolored liquor shimmered in the subdued light.
It resembled her.
No, did she resemble the liquor?
It didn’t matter now.
In her absence, he couldn’t bear the reality, and without alcohol, he couldn’t bear to exist.
A terrible prisoner.
He had plucked a flower for the suffering prisoner with his own hands.
The sensation of snapping the flower and the trembling small back coexisted in his hand.
That drove Aaron further mad.
No matter how much he scratched his hand, he couldn’t forget the sensation and felt suffocated.
If he had known it would hurt so much, he would never have plucked it.
If he had known it would cause such pain, he would never have let her starve.
Thanks to her, Aaron had developed a new habit.
Whenever he was steeped in regret, he picked up ordinary pebbles rolling on the ground.
The sensation of touching her moist lips.
The soft skin brushed when he fed her wild strawberries.
The deep rope marks left on her slender wrists.
The velvety feeling when her lightcolored hair entangled his fingers.
And her small hand, clinging on pitifully, even as she trembled in pain.
Each time the sensations she gave revived at his fingertips, he rolled the pebbles.
The rough feeling of the pebbles gliding across his palm woke Aaron from his sinking regret.
“Commander.”
Amidst the clatter of the pebbles, Dyke walked in.
Dyke had come to report the situation, but halted at the savage atmosphere the commander was exuding.
Ever since the Iorenti princess had left, he had been in this state.
Like ice that hadn’t completely melted in a place untouched by light.
Hiding his body in a dark, cold place, only his eyes emitting a stark light.
“Report.”
“We lost Prince Alberto.”
Aaron harshly downed his drink.
Dyke recoiled at Aaron’s intense aura, cautiously making his report.
“That is… despite extensive searches of the area, we can’t find any trace.”
“Is that so?”
The flickering lantern light illuminated Aaron’s softly questioning face.
The red hue on Aaron’s smile was eerily beautiful.
“Tell the army. If they find him, capture him alive.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Report immediately if anything related to the crown prince comes up.”
They had to grab any information related to Iorentia.
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
