A sudden rest came to the Duke and Duchess, who were busily fulfilling their schedule with ‘Special Arthur.’
It was an unexpected event for them.
‘Are we being stood up……?’
The Duke of Julius was lost in thought with a pale face.
What happened?
The Duchess seemed to find it strange as well, but as soon as she had a chance, she abruptly left to talk to Christina about Arthur.
Therefore, the Duke was left alone in the quiet reception room for a rare moment.
Their meeting this time, that is, during ‘Julius’ third day banquet,’ was with ‘Count Harmon,’ a highranking noble in the Empire.
He was quite a renowned figure, sent a rather expensive and impressive congratulatory gift, and he was a member who managed a secret club where only the most honorable knights and heads of distinguished families of the Empire participated. Julius, therefore, was planning to propose membership.
…But why didn’t he show up?
Antonio Julius pondered deeply.
Did he feel upset because he expected the ‘second Julius’ invitation, but got the ‘third’?
Or did he lose interest due to the reply that ‘Arthur and Christina’ would not be present?
However, the relationship with me would also lead to a relationship with Arthur, so it would be worth making a connection.
Moreover, isn’t ‘Julius’ Third’ quite a bragworthy title?
If he was really ill, it would be to his advantage to send a family member or a representative to at least fulfill the meeting.
The Duke couldn’t understand no matter how much he thought about it.
People are lining up wanting to secure a place even before ‘Julius’ Ninth’.
He gave him the place for ‘the Third’ banquet, but suddenly he fell ill…?
He did send a person to apologize, but it was odd.
He should clearly know how hard it is to meet me these days.
Isn’t that rude?
He was so eager to meet, sending a barrage of gifts…
“Your Lordship.”
At that moment, Butler Jim entered the reception room where the Duke was sitting.
He had a handful of today’s newsletters in his hand.
Butler Jim, without much ado, handed the newsletters to Julius.
Antonio Julius, who took the newsletter without paying attention to his expression and read it through, was surprised and widened his eyes.
[Confirmed that the allegation of substandard supplies of Duke Julius is true?!] [War veteran’s expose, ‘There was no proper supply!’] [A flurry of testimonies on the allegation of substandard supplies!] [Anonymous tip from veteran J, shocking supply situation!]“……!”
The Duke’s pomadesplattered hair quivered with rage.
What infuriated him in particular was the last newsletter.
[Does Julius deserve to be the prewar successor?]Underneath was a cartoon of an ugly Duke, humorously caricatured as a ridiculous pig.
The Duke, with his eyes rolling, stood up, crumpling the newsletters as if to tear them apart.
“These…these newspaper bastards!”
So it was because of this!
It was all because of these garbage newspapers!
“Contact the newspaper guys! Find out who the veteran who testified is right away!”
As the Duke roared and was about to rush out, he stopped abruptly.
“!”
No, no.
“……No! Wait, Butler.”
The Duke, running breathlessly, blocked the following butler with his hand and paused, thinking.
…It’ll look like I’m nervous.
If I look flustered as soon as a negative article comes out and seem to shake the newspaper and silence their mouths, or silence the witnesses…
[Does Julius deserve to be the prewar successor?]The Duke soon straightened his neck with a determined expression.
“The honorable prewar successor doesn’t do such a thing.”
“……Yes?”
The butler made a startled sound.
The Duke’s face was still angry, but he calmly lifted his chin and adjusted his collar.
Then he gave an order to look dignified.
“Don’t. I will…I will go to Commander Arthur.”
And after mulling over his words once more, he nodded decisively.
He was now an ‘honorable prewar successor.’
The Duke, who had a new perspective on honor and power as a prewar successor, walked off with confidence, having figured out how to solve this issue.
[This is the time separator]“He greeted you?”
The Duchess jumped up from the sofa with a surprised look and looked at Christina.
Leaving the makeup to Marina, Christina, who had closed her eyes as the brush strokes passed, opened her eyes to see the mirror on the dressing table and smiled brightly.
“Yes, Mother. But he did not entertain me. He blatantly ignored me in front of people, acting as if he didn’t know me.”
“He pretended not to know you?”
The Duchess gasped hysterically.
“So? Did you just let that go?”
Christina hummed as if she was singing.
“I said it wasn’t like we were strangers, we had met a few days ago, didn’t we?”
“And then?”
“He said it seemed like we were too unfamiliar to be acquaintances. Ha ha.”
The Duchess responded sharply.
“Did that again bring you disgrace?”
Christina giggled.
“No, not disgrace. Rather, he was very respectful.”
Christina, fluttering her long eyelashes, continued.
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
