“The Royal Guard is still resisting, Your Majesty.”
“You must take shelter now, Your Majesty.”
The king shook his head to stop their sincere advice.
“It’s a war that’s already decided. Resisting will only increase the bloodshed.”
“Your Majesty. But we can’t just end it like this. Please take shelter and plan for the future…”
“Looking at the precedents of Lorraine and Kirens, the Stilrayt Empire’s army spares those who surrender.”
Except for the royal family.
The Imperial Army will march until the royal family of Iorenti comes to an end.
The countless blood that will be shed in the meantime…
The land of Iorenti that will be trampled in the meantime…
The king and queen of Iorenti decided to conform to the course of history to prevent meaningless sacrifices.
If the reign of Iorenti ends, it could stop the footsteps of the Imperial Army.
“Stop such pointless talk and go now. The Imperial Army won’t chase you.”
The steward deeply bowed his head at the king’s resigned words.
There was no point in persuading any further.
Tears welled in the eyes of the steward, who understood the king’s will.
“Then, we can’t just leave you two alone. We will follow.”
“People, really. Even if I tell you to retreat.”
“Please allow us the honor of being with you until the end.”
The king lost his words to the steward’s obstinacy.
The air in the grand meeting room was heavy with melancholy.
As the inside quieted down, the turmoil outside felt increasingly clearer.
And it came closer and closer.
Bang.
The door was roughly opened, and soldiers of the Imperial Army, armed with guns and swords, entered in a row.
The rhythmic sound of military boots shook the large meeting room.
Those who brought death were terrifyingly orderly and without chaos.
After closely surrounding the grand meeting room, the Imperial soldiers, who did not even breathe and only glimmered their eyes, were grotesque.
A lifethreatening tension enveloped the king and queen.
Trudge, trudge.
A regular footstep echoed in the silent grand meeting room.
A strong grip was automatically applied to the hand holding the cane.
As the suffocating sound approached, King Iorenti looked towards the entrance.
A man, neatly dressed in a uniform unfit for a man who had been in a war, entered the hall.
The density of the air changed with just his appearance.
The hall was filled with just his silver eyes scanning around.
There was no word, but it was enough to feel who he was.
The only grand duke of the Stilrayt Empire. The commanderinchief of the Imperial Army.
Aaron Stilrayt Bergen walked towards the king and queen.
“King Franz II of Iorenti.”
Aaron, who approached the king, slightly tilted his head towards the king.
Even his casual salute, lifting his military hat lightly, seemed leisurely.
His silver hair, fitting for his nickname, the Silver Wolf, fluttered at his touch.
“I’ll face a dignified death. Hmm…”
Aaron’s deep bass voice echoed in the silent grand meeting room.
“Better than Lorraine who committed suicide, or Kirens who ran away.”
Aaron looked straight at the King of Iorenti, who resembled her.
Collection No.1.
To Aaron, who was pathologically collecting things related to Iorenti, the king was one of the most important items on the collection list.
Aaron glanced at the king and queen with a strange look.
“Queen Eleanor.”
Aaron respectfully bowed his head and greeted Collection No.2.
The commander’s polite greeting ironically gave the queen a strong sense of insult.
The queen, as if choked, turned her head towards the window, ignoring Aaron.
“So, you are the commanderinchief of the Stilrayt Empire?”
The king, suppressing his miserable anger, spoke to Aaron.
“That’s correct.”
“We, Iorenti, have lost to Stilrayt.”
The voice of the king declaring surrender trembled.
Aaron tilted his head slightly and wore a strange expression.
His inscrutable silvery eyes flowed towards the king and queen.
“You don’t have to say that. I already know.”
The arrogant answer of the commander caused the king’s glare to grow fiercer.
The hand holding the cane trembled as strength flowed into it.
He had to try very hard to suppress the desire to swing the cane and hit him once.
He was a commander who held the lives of the citizens, so he had to endure and persevere.
“I ask you to show the people of the Kingdom of Iorenti the magnanimity of the victorious country.”
Though shivering with humiliation, the king spat out each word with effort.
“As you did in Royeni and Kirens.”
The king’s desperate plea seemed to inspire no emotion in the commander.
“I’ll handle that myself.”
The commander, who responded indifferently without any change in expression, turned his gaze away from the king and queen and looked around the grand ballroom.
The king watched the commander, who seemed to feign ignorance, with a blank expression.
He couldn’t understand what the enemy’s commander was thinking.
Whether he would listen to the plea, or not.
Nonetheless, the king had no choice but to make a final request.
“I, the king of Iorenti, ask you to stop the war so that no more innocent blood will be spilled.”
And Alfredo and Delia as well.
Deep silence flowed from the throat of the king, remembering his children.
“I was thinking of doing that anyway.”
Aaron, who had been looking around, slowly stepped forward, answering coolly to the king’s last plea.
Step, step, his cold and calm footsteps eerily echoed in the grand ballroom.
Aaron stopped right in front of the throne where the king was sitting.
“I need your cooperation first.”
Is he asking for cooperation so that he can easily kill him?
The king closed his eyes, sensing his end.
“I’ve already made up my mind. Do as you please.”
Aaron looked at the King of Iorenti with his eyes lowered.
Franz II was waiting for death, quietly closing his eyes.
Above the king’s head sparkled the crown, number 37 in the collection list.
For his purpose, he had to have the crown of Iorenti.
Aaron glanced at the staff clenched by the king, slowly reached out, and drew the rifle hanging from his belt.
Click.
The eerie sound of Aaron’s gun being loaded echoed through the hall.
The silverdecorated muzzle was aimed at the king’s head, where the crown was.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
