Of course, Olivia and Cryer did not think so as much as half a bean.
No, if someone said so, they would have vehemently denied it with a serious face.
Telling not to talk nonsense or bullshit, without a moment’s hesitation.
During the date that both emphatically denied, Olivia licked her dry lips.
“I’m not hungry, but I’m curious.”
Olivia’s eyes, looking around, doubled in size.
“That’s it!”
Without delay, she ran to the cotton candy stand and returned with two huge cotton candies the size of her head.
“Here, this is yours. If you don’t want to eat it, just hold it.”
Olivia bit into the cotton candy with her mouth as wide open as she could before Cryer could answer.
Looking down at her, Cryer eventually took a big bite of cotton candy like Olivia and soon spat out an indifferent opinion.
“So that’s what it tastes like.”
“What, is this your first time?”
“Maybe.”
It was a very ambiguous answer, but neither Cryer who answered nor Olivia who heard it took it ambiguously.
After all, he is in a state of no memory of the past, so he may have eaten it in the past or he may not have.
Eventually, Olivia, seeing Cryer devour a cotton candy like hiding a crab’s eyes, opened her rabbit eyes.
“Isn’t it sweet?”
As if she was asking something too obvious, Cryer immediately replied, shaking the wooden stick where the cotton candy was stuck.
“It’s sweet.”
“Huh? But you ate all of it?”
At her reaction as if she faced an incomprehensible situation, he tilted his head.
“What’s with that reaction?”
“No, you surprisingly eat sweets well……”
“Why do you think it’s surprising?”
“Well, of course.”
“Of course?”
To the questioning Cryer, Olivia could not find an immediate answer.
It was also because he was a beast obsessed with blood. A monster, not a human. A raider of the continent, etc.
Cryer’s nicknames during the war were just a small part, but most of the rest also had similar meanings.
Literally, an incarnation of blood, war, and death.
Isn’t there a fixed image that such a person would hate sweet things to the extreme?
Olivia looked at Cryer anew.
In his four lives, he had either won in war or made great efforts to prevent the war itself, but he had never heard a single personal piece of information about Cryer.
At the time, I was flabbergasted by the very strict security.
Knowing that he himself hardly knew about himself.
“I was mistaken.”
Her sudden words seemed to be missing a lot of stories in the middle, but Cryer didn’t bother to dig.
“More than that, wait a moment.”
He tapped his right cheek lightly.
“Huh?”
Olivia, blinking her eyes, followed his action and touched her right cheek.
“It’s not off. Stay still.”
Cryer, who had sighed lightly, reached out to her.
For a moment, his rough fingertips brushed her soft cheek, then he licked the fluffy cotton candy stuck to his fingertips.
He then furrowed his brows and spat out.
“It’s sweet.”
To him, Olivia answered without hiding her absurdity.
“Well, it must be sweet. You just ate it, didn’t you?”
“No, it’s much sweeter than that. It’s atrocious.”
At his answer, Olivia immediately became serious.
“Your feeling will be much more accurate. Could it be poison?”
It was not uncommon to have an ‘unfortunate accident’ during a clandestine operation, so Olivia’s words made sense.
“It might not be an immediate poison, it could be something that manifests over time, but it is more likely to be something related to the ancient gods.”
“Ah, that could be it. Hmm, for now, my stomach isn’t burning nor is my throat feeling hot. My tongue is functioning properly too.”
Olivia, who was fiddling with her fingers and toes, nodded her head.
“There are no paralysis symptoms either. It’s indeed more likely to be the ancient gods’…”
No common, slightly exciting reasons came to mind for the two of them who were babbling about poison and its connection to the ancient gods.
Like the fact that although it was the same cotton candy, it tasted extremely sweet because it was stuck on her cheek…
Disguised, two people who neither drew nor gave anyone’s attention.
And Cryer, who suddenly realized this fact, was staring blankly at Olivia, who was deeply engrossed in serious thought with a duck face.
Olivia, who was immersed in her thoughts for a while, seemed to think of something and looked up at him.
“Cry…er?”
Only each other was reflected in the eyes of the two facing each other.
At that moment, a very small, extremely small blue bud began to stretch above the crimson ground.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]While Olivia and Cryer were ruthlessly evaluating the items they picked up.
Anvheu, who was in a very elated state about to return to her family, paused.
She had something to do in a corner shop today, but she completely forgot due to other matters.
She quickly turned her steps and soon arrived at the smallest place inside the shopping district.
Thump.
Stepping into the inside of the shop where the afternoon sun shone, Anvheu looked around at the unusually quiet surroundings.
“Huh? Did everyone leave?”
Her tilting head’s shadow slowly got consumed by someone else’s shadow, but Anvheu didn’t realize it.
The man who served the ancient gods, who was the culprit of the serial disappearance and murder cases that caused the stir in this area.
He was silently stretching out his hand towards her from behind.
The moment the man’s clawlike hand, slow but relentless, tried to grab the back of her neck.
“Miss?”
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
