“Send a message to the Empire.”
The crown prince’s eyes were clear as he repeated Greta’s words like a puppet.
Who could dare say the crown prince was strange, seeing those eerily transparent eyes?
Though he strangely did not blink once, none there realized this fact…
Soon, Greta’s words flowed from the crown prince’s mouth.
“There’s a situation happening on the outskirts of the capital. There’s someone who can track the perpetrator.”
An unexpected situation on the outskirts of the Empire’s capital, unexpectedly delivered by an unexpected person.
Even before Olivia and Cryer could start following the traces of the incident,
Greta in the distant Norden Royal Palace already knew what was happening.
A faint sign she felt before she stabbed and killed her own father, the magician, some time ago.
Her father might not have felt it, but Greta, a much more superior magician, did.
That sign was growing increasingly.
And naturally, if she could feel the sign, it would be related to the ancient god.
Her green pupils emitted a flickering light, similar to a snake’s.
Greta’s whisper, once again licked her lips, was repeated by the crown prince.
“I will help to catch the perpetrator as soon as possible.”
When Greta closed her mouth, so did the crown prince, and when she turned her heel, he walked beside her.
When Greta returned to the king’s office, she lightly tapped the crown prince’s cheek and whispered,
“You did well.”
Only then did the crown prince close his eyes, and Greta lightly kissed his forehead.
An ancient god’s symbol briefly appeared on the forehead of the crown prince where her lips left, but it was only a moment.
Greta, who picked up the prince, like a puppet with its string cut off, sat in the king’s chair in the office, deeply burying her back.
She closed her eyes and followed the sign that kept disturbing her nerves.
The heart of the empire, the outskirts of the capital.
The swaying sign was ridiculously chaotic.
“What a waste of time.”
Greta snapped her tongue short.
It was not pleasant at all to think about what the person worshipping the ancient god was doing out of her sight.
If an ignorant fool performed the wrong ceremony, the advent of the ancient god would only be delayed.
If things go wrong, the advent may be completely ruined, so she needs to find out who it is and burn it in the fire.
No matter what he did, she must purify everything.
“Should I contact Cryer?”
He was captured by the princess of the empire. No, maybe he wanted to stay there.
A princess can’t possibly keep him captive.
But Greta soon shook her head.
There was no need to ask for his help to deal with such small fry.
“Everything is by the will of the ancient god.”
If the pure warrior of the god wanted to do it, it would be the will of the god.
“Cryer.”
Calling his name and stroking the empty canvas, a brighter and more beautiful smile blossomed on Greta’s face than ever before.
“No matter how far apart we are, you are so clear.”
Hugging the empty canvas and closing her eyes, a deep shadow passed over Greta’s eyelids.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]When the servants’ blood was being scattered in the corridors of Norden Palace,
Olivia and Cryer had just reached a fairly spacious clearing after pushing through the dense woods and bushes.
“Here.”
At Cryer’s words, Olivia carefully examined the surroundings, but there was nothing particularly noticeable.
“It’s late to ask.”
“Hmm?”
“Do you remember this case?”
Recognizing immediately that what he was asking about was a case from before her regression, Olivia shook her head.
“There was such a case. There was, but…”
Olivia, who had narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brows, was trying to remember.
“At that time, a separate investigator was assigned, and the case was closed not long after.”
“Closed? Then we should know the culprit.”
He didn’t have to say the rest of the sentence, which would be, why don’t we go catch the criminal right away? But again, Olivia shook her head.
“I don’t know who the culprit is.”
“Was the case closed without catching the culprit?”
“No. We found the culprit, but it was a completely burned body, and the place where it was found was the house of one of the missing people.”
It was tantamount to saying that there were absolutely no clues to finding a lead on the culprit as of now.
“You said it smelled of blood. Where from?”
“Here. And over there too.”
Deep furrows were etched onto Cryer’s forehead as he pointed at the ground, which appeared darker than its surroundings, as if it had been recently dug up.
The scent of blood that permeated all the way to the outskirts of the bushes, mixed with the putrid smell of rotting bodies.
It was so horrendously pungent that it would make one’s nose twist in disgust.
“Here?”
Olivia blinked as she stepped forward to where Cryer initially pointed.
“What’s going on?”
Suddenly, her foot was suspended in midair.
“Cryer?”
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
