Dietrich called for Celiya.
“Hey.”
Celiya didn’t respond. In a state of complete exhaustion, she had been using her abilities for nearly half a day, and the fact that she had endured this long was a miracle in itself.
Her body could have collapsed long ago, but she persevered with just her mental strength. Celiya’s head, unconscious, tilted to the side.
“…….”
Dietrich caught Celiya’s head as it was about to collapse with one hand. As he supported her head, blood began to stain his hand.
His gaze turned to the blood that had pooled on the floor. From the already dried blood, he could tell that it hadn’t been long since Celiya had vomited blood.
Dietrich felt his stomach churn with anger. He had even offered his uniform, just in case, but he hadn’t expected that there would be a human willing to touch Celiya, despite seeing that.
And to make it worse, it was one of his own knights.
Dietrich felt like he could now understand why Celiya despised those who asked why she loved her.
Feeling a complex mix of emotions, he gently laid Celiya on the floor. Dietrich reached out to touch the bridge of Celiya’s nose.
Fortunately, she had only lost consciousness; she was still breathing.
At that moment, he heard a rustling sound from behind him.
While he had laid Celiya on the ground, it was clear that the knight was attempting to escape secretly.
“You better stay still.”
Dietrich said without turning his head. The knight froze at the low, authoritative tone of his voice.
Dietrich got up, leaning against the wall, and approached the knight who was standing. His gaze shifted from the knight’s pallid face to his lower half.
“It seems you’ve managed to put on some pants.”
In response to the commander’s mockery, the knight closed his eyes tightly and stammered out an explanation.
“Your Excellency, you are misunderstanding the situation.”
Dietrich remained silent, as he saw no value in responding.
On the other hand, the knight, receiving no response, thought he might be able to escape this situation if he played his cards right. After all, he believed that his word, built over four years together, was more trustworthy than that of a beautiful sinner.
He fidgeted nervously as he looked at Dietrich.
“Your Excellency, I apologize for breaking protocol, but I came to confirm the prisoner’s condition. They’re an important figure, and if anything were to happen to them in prison, it would pose a problem.”
“…….”
“But as soon as I stepped inside the cell, that woman tried to seduce me first. I refused…”
“You refused.”
The knight, lying on the ground, criticized Celiya while nodding towards her.
“She suddenly stripped off my pants…”
There was no need to hear more. Whether he spoke with an unhidden desire in his eyes or tried to hide it, Dietrich, in a low voice, said, “Enough,” and struck the back of the knight’s head with his scabbard. The knight’s body slumped lifelessly to the ground.
It felt like her head was throbbing. Celiya gasped in pain as her internal organs twisted, unable to bear the sensation.
“Ah… it hurts…”
It hurt. It hurt so much that she felt like she might die at any moment.
Had she used her abilities too recklessly? If the gods allowed her to use them, couldn’t they at least spare her lifespan? Why did the gods subject her to such pain?
Whether it was due to the pain, a dream, or reality, she couldn’t distinguish anymore.
At that moment, she felt someone silently looking down at her. Celiya tried to open her eyes, but she couldn’t even muster the strength to do that.
Celiya reached out her hand, but with a trembling fear, her hand weakly fell back.
The sensation of her body slowly deteriorating crept up from her toes.
“S-save me…”
Celiya managed to utter only those words. Was it that she became afraid of dying when the time came to die?
Celiya found her own irony amusing.
I wish anyone would end this pain. If they were just going to watch me suffer, I wished they would leave me alone.
Sadness washed over me like a flood. My helpless state, lying there like a wax doll, was unbearably pitiful.
The words “leave” were on the tip of my tongue. However, all I could manage in the midst of the pain was to twitch my lips.
At that moment, something touched her parted lips. Realizing it was the breath of a stranger, Celiya instinctively tried to turn her head.
“It’s medicine.”
Even in her hazy consciousness, she heard that voice clearly. It was a man’s voice, devoid of any hint of malice. It seemed almost annoyed, as if it found her irritating.
“I’m giving it to you this once, without any payment.”
It was an attitude that seemed to bestow great generosity upon someone who was on the verge of death. It was undoubtedly a voice she had heard before, but in her disoriented state, she couldn’t place whose voice it was.
Medicine or whatever it was, it didn’t matter. If it could end this agony.
Celiya weakly nodded her head, and as she did, saliva quickly flowed into her dry lips. The lips that had just found her irritating moments ago were surprisingly gentle.
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
