Suddenly overwhelmed by a meticulous thought, Greta’s eyes briefly showed bloodshot, but soon faded away.
Creating the doll itself might be easy, but handling it requires careful attention. The distance between Greta and the doll, the king of Nordenn, which already played around in her hands, was growing, and she needed to pay more attention than usual. However, it’s not her intention to increase the number of dolls that she doesn’t need yet.
If it behaves annoyingly, she might consider making it into a doll, but seeing it move without grumbling about her words, it seemed she could observe for a while.
Watching Tisun, who is carrying out her tasks in Nordenn through the doll’s eyes, Greta sighed deeply, suppressing her tingling eyes.
The power she gained as a reward for carrying out the will of the gods was truly ‘magic,’ but it wasn’t ‘omnipotent.’
If she could do everything she wanted, she would have immediately set the continent on fire according to the gods’ will as soon as she gained the power, without bothering with these annoying tasks.
“If that were the case, I wouldn’t have met him.”
Throwing a fleeting gaze toward the princess’s palace where Cryer stayed, Greta closed her eyes.
Temples and altars were completed, tools moving according to her will were also created.
And finally, she came to the Empire, to his side, leaving only the remaining…
“That princess…”
Greta’s eyes flashed, and a crisp, grinding sound emerged.
Although it was to overthrow the Empire, she couldn’t tolerate the princess who had no intention of separating from him. It wouldn’t matter if the princess was destroyed before the empire was eradicated.
The task of pushing a new servant into the princess’s palace would be completed within this week, or so they said.
With closed eyes, Greta envisioned her dark and shiny future, full of the scent of blood, which only she could smell.
“Did you see the new diplomat?”
Olivia asked with a grin, as if she were in a good mood.
“Yeah. Confirmed.”
“She looks at me so amusingly. To openly request to make Greta a diplomat in the empire, even entreating to the empress. It’s quite laughable.”
Sarcastic Olivia shifted her gaze toward Greta’s palace, then pursed her lips.
“Well, it’s for the better. Rather than monitoring what’s going on in the dark underground of Nordenn, it’s much easier to keep an eye on her moving around in the empire.”
“It didn’t seem like she was scheming something in the underground.”
In response to Cryer’s dry laughter, Olivia replied indifferently.
“Words can be deceiving. Besides, there’s a newly built temple altar right in the center of the royal palace, isn’t there? Anyway, it’s right to monitor the underground.”
Seeing Olivia trying to emphasize her point by raising her chin, Cryer, with a smile that couldn’t be erased, snatched the cookie crumbs stuck to the corner of her mouth.
He licked the sweet crumbs off his thumb with his tongue.
In that entire sequence of events, which felt excessively natural, Olivia, who blinked her eyes until the moment his tongue touched the rough and long fingers that passed over my lips like a brush, instinctively roughened her lips at the faint murmur she soon heard.
“Burning.”
“Well, it’s sweet because I had something sweet.”
Feeling a tingling and strange sensation as if ants were crawling on her lips, Olivia, pretending not to notice, quickly turned her head.
Ignoring him and rummaging through documents, Olivia, who had been uncomfortably searching for documents while her lips tingled, hesitated after the tingling sensation disappeared and then picked up a bundle of documents, directing her gaze toward Cryer.
As soon as she realized that his gaze, which she met head-on, did not leave her for even a moment, Olivia instinctively understood that the moment facing his crimson eyes, although brief, seemed strangely long.
“Cryer?”
Suddenly lowering her head and grabbing Cryer’s clavicle with the stamp, Olivia, who almost jumped, saw his face.
“Is the stamp hurting again?”
Before Olivia, who approached him as if to say when did she turn away from him or retreated, Cryer, who had his face bent down, suddenly raised his head.
“It has nothing to do with that.”
It was an excessively confident voice, but instead of expressing doubt, Olivia simply scrutinized his complexion with her arms folded.
“Your face is pale. Does it hurt a lot? It was like this before, but it seems to be getting worse.”
Of course, Cryer’s complexion was the same as usual, but Olivia didn’t see it that way.
And Cryer, who noticed that fact, felt an overwhelming pain as if a huge pain had been driven into the stamp simultaneously with a dull thud in his heart.
And with that realization, Cryer’s heart echoed heavily, and at the same time, an immense pain surged as if a spear had pierced into the stamp.
Without making a sound, Olivia, who had been keeping her eyes on Cryer, reached out her arms to him, who was moaning and bending his waist.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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