The Regressed Empress Tames the Hunting Dog (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
A leisurely afternoon.
In the past, Bellia always spent this time of day with Raoul.
Back then, she had immediately accepted his proposal, and their engagement had swiftly followed—so much so that it felt as if the entire world had been filled with Raoul, as though she were bewitched.
He had seemed like a prince straight out of a fairy tale—endlessly kind and handsome.
Even while staying in the Ronica Kingdom, he made time to visit her every day despite his busy schedule, and after returning to the empire, he continued sending affectionate messages without fail.
There were even times when he couldn’t bear missing Bellia and came all the way to the Ronica Kingdom to see her.
‘Even when I arrived in the empire…’
The moment she stepped out of the carriage, he ran straight to her, embraced her, and kissed her right in front of everyone. His gaze toward Bellia had always been warm, as if he didn’t know what to do with all his love for her.
Only after becoming empress did she realize it had all been empty flattery and fabricated gestures.
Thus, having returned to the past, Bellia had absolutely no desire to face someone like Raoul during this precious time. His constant, unwelcome visits were nothing but a nuisance to her.
“Sister. Are you going to keep spacing out?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry.”
“Hmm… Suspicious.”
Clozé puffed out her cheeks and narrowed her eyes into little triangles.
In response, Bellia naturally took a sip of tea and asked with a smile,
“What’s suspicious?”
“Do you have some secret worry you can’t talk about?”
Did it really show that much?!
She was inwardly startled but pretended nothing was wrong as she looked at Clozé.
“What are you talking about?”
“You can’t fool me, Clozé, even if you pretend otherwise!”
Clozé popped a cookie into her mouth and burst out laughing—“Wahaha!”
“I know all about how you’ve been secretly talking alone with Sir Ben lately!”
How on earth did she find out about that?!
Bellia quietly pressed Clozé for answers.
“…How did you find out about that?”
“Well!”
She couldn’t possibly admit she’d spied on them.
Clozé quickly clamped her mouth shut.
Bellia chuckled knowingly and asked again,
“You didn’t go blabbing to someone else, did you?”
“Pfft! What do you take me for, sister? Of course I kept my lips sealed tight!”
As she said this, Clozé grinned and mimed zipping her lips shut with her fingers.
“Sigh…”
Anyway, why hadn’t the Second Prince shown any reaction at all?
Her recent frequent meetings with Ben had been precisely to see if he would respond in any way.
It had already been over a week since she’d sent the letter—yet there had been absolutely no reply.
‘…Could he have tossed it without even reading it? Should I try another approach?’
Bellia rested her elbows on the table and leaned her face into her hands.
Her cheeks squished into a blank expression, but that didn’t matter.
“Hmm. This is seriously suspicious. My sensitive intuition is telling me—it’s definitely about a man!”
Clozé grinned widely and exclaimed.
Bellia’s eyes widened in surprise, and she stared at her younger sister.
Just who did she take after to be this clever and perceptive?
Noticing Bellia’s reaction, Clozé narrowed her eyes slightly and asked,
“Sister… You’re not thinking of marrying the First Prince, are you?”
…Scratch what I just said.
Bellia stated firmly once more,
“What nonsense! I will absolutely never marry Prince Raoul.”
“Then what is it?”
Embarrassed that her guess had been wrong, Clozé stomped her feet impatiently on the chair and asked petulantly.
“Clozé. Didn’t you say Prince Kalid was much better than Prince Raoul?”
Caught off guard by Bellia’s sudden question, Clozé’s eyes widened—and then she smirked.
Leaning close to the table, she asked,
“Why? Did you get interested in the Second Prince?”
“…No. What am I even saying to you right now?”
Bellia sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead.
Quickly noticing Bellia’s attempt to dodge the question, Clozé pressed again,
“Oh come on! Sisterrr!”
Seeing her younger sister’s eyes light up as if she’d uncovered something exciting, Bellia replied as if it were nothing,
“It’s just… We talked about the Second Prince last time, remember? So I got curious about what kind of person he is…”
“Really?!”
Clozé jumped up from her seat and shouted. The chair tipped over from the motion, but she didn’t care at all.
Something far more important than a fallen chair was right before her—she had no attention to spare elsewhere.
“Since when?!”
Her sister had always been indifferent to her surroundings.
This was the first time she’d ever expressed curiosity about someone.
Delighted by this fact, Clozé asked with wide eyes.
And above all else—
‘Where else would you find someone not interested in the First Prince?’
In truth, Clozé had simply seen it herself—
that strange smile Raoul wore while standing with his back to Bellia.
It was certainly not the expression of someone gazing at the person they loved—despite his claim of love at first sight.
But her sister, inexperienced in matters of people, had believed every smile and declaration of love before her eyes to be genuine.
No matter how much she tried to convince herself that her sister’s happiness was all that mattered, that odd expression on Prince Raoul’s face kept nagging at her.
Quietly, Clozé righted the fallen chair and sat up straight.
“I’m ready to listen. Tell me anything, sister.”
For some reason, Bellia found herself smiling unconsciously at Clozé’s unexpectedly mature demeanor.
But she couldn’t reveal the whole truth, so she had to steer the conversation toward something else.
And so, Bellia and Clozé continued their talk, playfully exchanging gossip about the Second Prince.
It truly was a joyful and relaxed time.
[This is the timeline separator]Dense forests blanketed the mountain range beneath a blue sky.
It was a landscape so breathtaking that anyone would call it a masterpiece.
Yet the man observing it showed no emotion, his blue eyes shifting left and right indifferently. Though the same color as Raoul’s, their temperature felt entirely different.
Perhaps it was due to that icy, utterly cold gaze.
“Your Highness. What are your plans now?”
“We withdraw.”
Prince Kalid turned away from the survey team faintly visible beyond a small village in the Ronica Kingdom.
He’d been curious what could have drawn Raoul so eagerly to the Ronica Kingdom—but it turned out there was nothing of note. Moreover—
“There’s no gold mine here.”
A low voice, heavy with mockery, quietly spread through the air.
“But if the First Prince’s side were to discover a gold mine…”
“That’s impossible.”
At his firm reply, Acid looked puzzled.
But then he nodded as if understanding.
“Right. With such a weak reaction, the chances must be slim.”
Acid looked down at the magical artifact in his hand.
From the disc-shaped device, inscribed with complex formulas, only a faint beam of light emanated.
The search artifact used by the joint survey team from the Ronica Kingdom and Ingott Empire could detect broad reactions to specific ores.
But the artifact they carried was enchanted with far more advanced magic.
Though its detection range was narrower, it provided far more certain results.
The fact that such an artifact reacted with only this feeble light meant that while trace gold ore might exist here, there was certainly no large-scale gold mine.
“I’ve already reviewed all the survey team’s reports. It’s unlikely we’ll find a gold mine here of the scale we’d hoped for.”
“Thinking about how furious the First Prince’s faction will be after striking out makes me feel oddly pleased.”
When Acid grinned slightly and made this jest, Kalid gave a faint smirk and said,
“Right. So we shouldn’t waste any more time here.”
“Then I’ll go relay the withdrawal order.”
“Tell them to hurry.”
“Yes!”
Just as their conversation ended and Acid was about to approach the knights—
One knight stepped forward and spoke to Acid.
“What is it?”
The knight explained the situation, then pulled a bundle of letters from his coat and handed them to his superior.
It wasn’t unusual—they often collected letters arriving at the prince’s palace this way.
Acid thanked him and was about to turn back toward the knights to carry out Kalid’s order when—
The knight hesitated, as if wanting to say something, then carefully spoke.
“Uh… There’s a rather odd letter… Perhaps you should deliver it directly to His Highness?”
“An odd letter?”
At his words, Acid examined the letters he’d received.
Among them, one stood out—bearing no sender’s name.
“I considered handling it myself, but it seemed best to report it first.”
The knight began explaining how he’d found the letter in the palace.
Since Kalid spent more time outside the palace than within, letters arriving at the prince’s residence were always gathered in one place. Then, as today, a knight would check the senders, filter them appropriately, and bring them over.
Usually, they were invitations from noble houses or requests for investment.
But occasionally, letters with no sender’s name slipped in.
It wasn’t entirely unprecedented.
“Hmm? Didn’t you check the contents?”
Acid asked, puzzled.
Unless Kalid had forewarned of an expected letter, suspicious ones like this were usually opened and read beforehand, then either delivered or discarded.
But—
“The wax used on the seal isn’t from the empire.”
The knight stated firmly.
Since he always handled letter deliveries, he knew well.
This was definitely not the sealing wax used in the empire.
It was baffling how such a letter of unclear origin had even reached the prince’s palace.
“At first, I considered checking the contents, but it felt different from usual, so I decided to bring it as-is without opening it.”
Somehow, he’d sensed this wasn’t just another vague, attention-seeking letter.
Even if the actual contents turned out to be trivial, that would still be better than opening it himself and finding something unbearable to handle.
The knight stood stiffly, awaiting Acid’s decision.
Acid examined the unsigned letter once more.
Though the seal bore no emblem, the wax color was unfamiliar.
Moreover, the paper was clearly high quality—unlikely to be a prank.
“Understood. I’ll report it to His Highness immediately.”
Acid turned back toward Kalid.
Seeing Acid return so soon after leaving to deliver orders, Kalid gave him a questioning look.
“Your Highness. Letters brought from the Imperial Palace.”
Ah. Was it today?
Kalid glanced at the few letters in Acid’s hand and answered, quirking one corner of his mouth,
“Skim them quickly and throw them all away.”
They’d surely contain nothing but useless chatter anyway.
Given that someone had contacted him precisely during this time when Raoul wasn’t in the palace, he didn’t need to read them to know their contents. He had no desire to waste time reading the words of hypocrites desperate to use him.
‘Shameless fools.’
His expression hardened into icy coldness.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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Why the chapter stop here i want mooooore😭
Poor clozé her sister will go on another country to mary she will be allone
I wante to see the face of the first crown when he knows