“All this time, I’ve been saying that you died, making it sound like my empire is insignificant or powerless just because it performed poorly in the continental war. It’s not like that at all.”
To Olivia’s prideful words, Cryer simply nodded approvingly.
For him, who lived in the imperial palace of the empire and experienced everything as ‘how great the empire is,’ was there really any need to say more?
From the beginning, starting with the abrupt pulling forward of the continental rulers’ assembly, Olivia had gathered young knights, or rather plausible candidates for future lords from every country, just because she pointed at him and took him there.
Perhaps, if she so desired, with a single gesture and word from Olivia, she could erase small kingdoms of the continent.
Reaching out towards Olivia, Cryer gently tucked the hair stuck to her cheek behind her ear, whispering.
“You’re the first one who promised to protect me.”
“Even without any memories.”
Starting from where his hand touched, Olivia, deliberately making a fuss, spat out with a disapproving sound.
“It’s the first time with memories.”
To that, Cryer, twirling the red hair behind her ear with his fingers, murmured.
“Is that insufficient?”
Although it was a trivial remark, it seemed subtle due to his voice or because of the fingers slowly coiling at the tips of the hair, or perhaps because of the dense emotions emanating from the crimson pupils that shouldn’t be looked at or, no, shouldn’t be known.
Despite having drunk so much tea, Olivia’s throat instantly dried up, and she could only mumble without saying anything in the end.
“Here we are.”
As Ambhe looked around after slightly wetting the robe hood covering her nose, Isaac quickly pulled down her robe hood.
“I told you not to take it off, right?”
“Oh, I won’t take it off. Don’t worry.”
“Don’t pull it up either. Even a slight lift exposes the part below your nose, making it clear that you are an important person.”
Due to the hood that covered everything, only lips and jawline were visible from the outside, but feeling it was exaggerated, Ambhe was about to say something, but Isaac was quicker.
“The skin is completely different. No one here has such skin. That’s why I suggested disguising from the beginning.”
“But I did put something on to look a bit dirty.”
“That’s nowhere near enough.”
As the two were bickering, people with a quiet demeanor gathered around them, so Isaac lightly waved his hand.
[Swoosh] Squeak.With his light gesture, a long line appeared on the face of the person who had come closest, and blood trickled down.
The person bleeding from the face realized the truth only after the blood had completely soaked the cheek and fallen along the jawline to the ground.
Sensitized to the smell of blood, the noses of those around them started twitching, and everyone who approached either stopped or took a step back, but no one screamed or rushed forward with evil intentions.
Being those who adhered faithfully to survival instincts more than anyone else, the man who revealed his face by removing the robe hood in front of them, smiling with fox-like eyes, emitted a breathtaking smell of death.
Knowing very well that if he decided to, among those who had approached them, there would be no one left alive, they scattered like cockroaches exposed to light.
Ambhe also covered her face, but she didn’t hide her eyes, so she clearly witnessed everything.
The man bleeding from his face, groaning, stepped back, leaving only blood droplets on the ground and the two of them.
Ambhe asked in a whisper-like voice, “Are you strong?”
“No.”
“You seem strong though.”
“The criteria for strength vary from person to person, but I don’t fit into the strong category. I’m good at tricks, though.”
“Those are tricks?”
When Ambhe, wide-eyed, pointed not at blood droplets but at the entire bloodstain on the ground, Isaac let out a dry laugh.
“Haha, rather than that, shouldn’t we first see who’s in this house? I can sense movement inside for now.”
Isaac raised his head slightly, glancing at the window covered by the curtain.
“There’s only one person, and the footsteps are very light, so it’s probably a child or a skinny adult.”
Blinking rapidly, Ambhe, who had been listening to his words, exclaimed, “How do you know that?”
“The walls are thin. Almost all the houses around here are like this. Probably, if a knight of the palace punches, the entire house would collapse.”
“What? It’s not even made of paper.”
“It means this house is that bad, and the knight of the palace is that strong. Anyway, since there’s a person, we can’t just go in. Shall I knock on the door for now?”
As he raised his hand, Ambhe grabbed his wrist, smiling broadly.
“Wouldn’t my knocking help lower the other party’s guard?”
“You’re wise.”
Although she obediently stepped back, Isaac expected that it would only slightly delay his original plan.
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
