“We are returning to the palace. Contact the priest and tell him to come to the palace immediately.”
“Yes!”
The carriage of Raul and Belia moved slowly, gradually picking up speed.
After completing a long tour and returning to the palace, Khalid, feeling an indescribable unease, looked for Belia.
Did he miss a message in his haste to return?
Why couldn’t he see Belia anywhere?
Hurriedly, Khalid headed to Belia’s room.
When he arrived, the maids standing in front of her room noticed Khalid and approached with surprised expressions.
“Your Highness!”
“Where is Belia?”
“Your Highness…”
The maid, unable to continue her words, hesitated. Khalid asked again.
“Where is Belia?”
“Your Highness, why have you come only now…”
Tears welled up in the maid’s eyes, and then they fell down her cheeks.
“I sent several letters. Because Her Highness is in critical condition, please come back soon…”
Critical condition?
Khalid’s expression instantly turned cold.
“What are you talking about? No, I’m going to see Belia. Is she in her room?”
Khalid opened the door to Belia’s room wide.
Then, a faint herbal scent filled the room, shrouded in hazy smoke. And within that smoke, Belia lying on a splendid bed came into view.
Khalid came to a sudden halt.
Why was Belia lying like that?
It seemed like the accident had stopped.
He thought she would welcome him with a bright smile, but why wasn’t Belia opening her eyes?
Khalid took heavy steps, one after another.
“Belia.”
There was no answer.
“Belia. I’m here.”
Khalid’s voice, calling Belia, trembled.
But still, there was no response.
Khalid approached Belia cautiously, placing the back of his hand on her cheek. His fingertips trembled.
“…”
There was lingering warmth.
Khalid barely exhaled, sitting on the ground right there.
He thought Belia was dead.
Once again, he thought she had left before him.
He tried so hard, and this time too.
However, the moment he felt faint warmth on his cheek, a sense of relief rushed over him. It was different from before.
“What happened?”
Khalid asked in a dark and low voice.
A maid nearby approached and answered hesitantly.
“When she went to inspect the infirmary, she was stabbed with a knife.”
“The culprit.”
“A 9-year-old boy. He is currently in custody.”
Nine years old.
It was clear that someone must have orchestrated this.
A 9-year-old, who knew nothing, suddenly had a grudge against Belia and attacked her for no apparent reason.
Resentment towards someone who had worked so hard for the citizens of the empire.
Khalid sighed deeply, covering his face with his hands.
“…When was it?”
“It hasn’t been three days yet.”
That was somewhat fortunate.
It wasn’t too late.
“I’m relieved you came now. I was so anxious, fearing you might be even later.”
“I sent a letter, didn’t I?”
“Yes. Using magic, I sent them all to the place you mentioned you would stay.”
In his haste to come, it seemed that the letters sent from the palace and Khalid had crossed paths. In the end, he practically ran towards the palace, camping along the way.
If he had stayed somewhere or arrived a bit sooner at the palace, perhaps he could have received the messages. No, if he had reached the palace a bit faster…
Khalid gritted his teeth.
“How is Belia’s condition?”
“There was poison on the knife. Fortunately, it happened right in front of the infirmary, so the healers could provide immediate treatment. She also received treatment from the priest afterward. However, the poison was extremely potent, and it hasn’t been completely detoxified yet. The royal apothecary is currently working on an antidote.”
He had thought there was a scent of herbs in the room filled with smoke. It was probably an herb that delayed the spread of poison.
He had a rough idea of the situation. However, he needed more detailed information.
“…After confirming all the circumstances with Asid, report to me.”
The maid acknowledged and left the room.
Khalid’s expression was uneasy as he sat next to Belia, gently stroking her cheek.
“Belia.”
Khalid continued to call her name, but there was no response.
‘Of all things, poison…’
Khalid couldn’t calm his heart, seeing Belia lying with closed eyes like this.
He had seen her lying like this before, not now but in a past life.
It was at the funeral of the Empress.
The sight of her lying with a face that lacked any sign of life on the funeral bed, poisoned by Raul, had come to his mind for a long time.
“…Empress.”
A hoarse and twisted voice flowed out.
He didn’t know how long he had stood there in front of her with a single flower. He appeared as the last, staying the longest to see Belia.
‘Is this why you went to Raul, Belia?’
Lying in a box adorned with only flowers.
Forgotten entirely, memories remained only with me.
She walked into a future where only death remained.
“…Please wait.”
He would offer Raul’s neck in front of her grave.
Rest in peace, please.
“I’ll follow soon.”
No one heard his quietly uttered words.
Khalid embraced the flowers to Belia’s chest, then turned and left the funeral hall.
It was an old memory.
And probably an unforgettable memory for a lifetime.
‘Your death was too unbearable for me.’
As Khalid swept away the strands of hair falling on Belia’s forehead, it was a touch so careful and affectionate that applying a bit more force might break her.
“You said you wouldn’t leave me alone…”
The words uttered like a sigh scattered in the air.
Khalid’s voice trembled.
“Belia. How long will you lie like this? Huh?”
Then open your eyes. Please…
But unlike him, who fell into despair, Belia lay as if she were asleep, not making any movement.
And at that moment, the necklace around Belia’s neck sparkled, emitting a subtle light.
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
