“What smell does it have?”
“It smells of water, the scent of flowers. I like it……!”
It couldn’t be bad. The royal soap.
They didn’t know, but it was like throwing a commoner’s week’s worth of food expenses into the water.
Not knowing that, Lucia brought her face close to Nia’s bright face.
The child was startled by her sudden approach, almost falling from the step, but she caught and lifted her, saying,
“You also smell good.”
Despite Lucia’s words, the child brushed her captured wrist back, denying it.
She withdrew her gaze from such a child, calmly removed the last stain from the gloves, and continued.
“As for me, even if I smell bad, I hope you won’t avoid me.”
When Lucia wrung out the gloves and spread them before her eyes, the child blinked her big eyes and stared at the gloves near her face.
“Cleaning like this is enough.”
She couldn’t say the polite words that you’re fine as you are, even if you believe you are dirty, to a child who believes in her character.
So this was the best she could do, and it was consolation.
Lucia, startled by Nia’s eyes, took off her gloves, and the child, who had been looking down at the gloves in her hand for a while, opened her small mouth.
“……Then, since Nia washed today, you won’t have to avoid me.”
Does sincerity communicate?
Nia’s mutter echoed in the quiet bathroom.
Then, as if wishing the person beside her to know, she peeked at her with clear golden eyes.
As her eyes met Lucia’s nodding head, her shy little mouth moved restlessly, and her bashful cheeks moved from side to side.
She looked at the child and was a little surprised by the heavy warmth that suddenly seemed to sink into her heart.
That awkward thing, if expressed, was fluffy and ticklish, a sentiment that was a bit regretful to call painful.
Perhaps to Lucia, it was the first experience of realizing what it truly meant to be together, rather than just guarding near the saintess.
Beyond the appearance of the two, Heiss, who had been watching all this.
With a subtle expression, he turned around without anyone noticing and disappeared outside the residence.
[Star Icon]Chirp Chirp
Suddenly, the clear sound of mountain birds chirping rang out as dawn broke.
Lucia woke up early, startled by the incoming dawn light.
The unfamiliar but familiar mural on the ceiling, still painted with the beautiful Ashir goddess, seemed to remind her that this place was still the training camp residence.
The shattered part caused by her thrown sword was slightly annoying, but it had been an unchanging view for days.
‘It’s really not a dream.’
Lucia reached out as she lay in habit.
But the sword that did not catch.
‘Ah, right.’
Her sword should have been there, but it was placed far away since there was a child in this place with only one bedroom.
Now there was the inconvenience of having to go to the training ground to loosen up, but suddenly, she thought that this might be the real ordinary life.
Perhaps just having a child had turned this place from a training camp into an ordinary home.
And that thought spread to the idea that in order to be with the young saintess, not just for the goal of raising her as an ordinary child, Lucia herself must become ordinary.
But that was only for a moment,
‘I’m ordinary, it’s funny.’
Lucia recalled a word called by her father, whom she met for the first time as an adult.
Monster.
It was a faint memory now after decades, but that word alone did not erase as if it was engraved into her bones.
She sighed, deflated, and was about to get up when she suddenly turned her head at the touch of an unfamiliar warmth on her shoulder.
“……?”
Lucia saw a black furball.
‘Is it too long…….’
She had felt it before, but the small body seemed unable to handle the long hair, so the child’s face was always wrapped in hair.
Just then, the stirring Nia, moving slightly to her small movement.
Her little white cheeks, appearing pale between the covered hair, tickled her shoulder as they rubbed against it.
For a moment, she froze.
It was Lucia, the master, who never feared any enemy’s attack, her body stiffening.
But now, afraid that the child would wake up even with her movement, she was timidly rolling her eyes to check on the child.
So Lucia lay there unintentionally trapped, thinking back to last night’s laundry with the child.
‘Housework is not for everyone. I thought I had no sleep at this age.’
It’s quite early to think the child has no morning sleep.
But it’s not unreasonable to think so.
Because most of the time, the child was awake before she woke her.
The appearance of sleeping with a small back curled and the appearance of whimpering.
Sometimes she smiled, but in such a look, she always bowed her head as if hiding her emotions.
But now, the appearance was so peaceful that it reminded her of the expression that a sleeping child is an angel.
‘Certainly, the saintess is close to an angel, she may be the closest to an angel among her peers.’
Just as she seemed to be going in circles,
Knock knock.
Someone knocked on the bedroom door.
“Commander. Are you awake?”
It was Vernon.
She wanted to see the child wake up, but she got up carefully, leaving her regret behind, and opened the door.
“Quiet. Nia hasn’t woken up yet.”
“I’m sorry. I had no choice but to … because there are still letters you haven’t replied to….”
What Vernon handed over, whispering, was a silver envelope.
Recently, many invitations and letters flew to the residence, as if it were troubling to mention parental leave, but Lucia, who had not been interested in the first place and had not cared about such things for a long time, had not paid much attention.
However, if Vernon himself brought it and it was something worth replying to, it seemed to be quite important news.
Lucia opened the letter handed to her.
Inside the luxurious envelope was an upscale seal representing the black, white, yellow, and red of the division.
“Look, it seems like a knights’ general meeting. You’ll have to participate directly this year.”
Vernon made a face as if praying for a blessing, folding his two hands together.
The Black Knights were a unique order that hated revealing their existence at any event.
Among them, the one with that trait most strongly was the commander, Lucia.
That’s why the vicecommander Berle, who at least interacted with them, had gone to the meetings for 5 years instead, but this year, there was no excuse for training.
“……Damn.”
Lucia eventually spat out a curse, and roughly signed the letter.
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
