With his innate talent in swordsmanship, except for Balt Portman of the Portman Duke’s house, he was the only Swordmaster in the empire.
The Emperor personally requested the three dukes to let Dietrich sit in the duke’s position, and thus, he elevated his status from that of a possible slave to a duke.
The courtiers were deeply dissatisfied, fearing Dietrich, who was notorious for his foul temperament.
The late Emperor had been closer to Dietrich than anyone else.
They were unhappy when this lowborn was given the position of the knight’s commander, and now, the Emperor had granted him the dukedom before dying.
“Isn’t it strange? Sir Dietrich obtains the dukedom, and soon after, His Majesty passes away. Can anyone here surely assert that Sir Dietrich had no involvement in His Majesty’s death?”
The courtiers were deathly silent. Some nodded, agreeing with the statement. Gathering public opinion to his liking was a special skill of the Earl of Teylor.
Although he didn’t outright accuse Dietrich of being the culprit, considering the situation, it seemed hard for Dietrich to escape this predicament.
Having been so loyal as to be called the Emperor’s mad dog, the Earl of Teylor intended to subtly accuse him of failing to serve the Emperor, thus cleverly casting him as the villain.
There was no one among the assembled courtiers who liked Dietrich. They thought that a dukedom was too much for someone of slave origin.
Having snatched the succulent meat that Dietrich had caught rolling around somewhere, it was time to mercilessly bite and corner him.
The corner of the Earl of Teylor’s mouth lifted slightly.
Once he stepped in and steered the direction, the public opinion flowed in the direction he wanted.
“……I agree with the Earl of Teylor. Isn’t it indeed strange? The commander of the royal knights has been seated as a duke for merely a month, and now this unpleasant incident happens.”
Earl Neison, who was usually close to the Earl of Teylor, expressed his agreement.
“Sir Dietrich was the commander of the royal knights and the closest confidant of His Majesty. We cannot rule out the possibility that he might have assassinated His Majesty.”
The words that others had only thought of, the old courtier spilled out without reservation. There was no one to oppose, only those who agreed, so it was something he could say.
“Of course, we’ll need to investigate the details thoroughly.”
He did not declare Dietrich the culprit, but he left open the possibility. It would have been a lifethreatening statement if Dietrich’s blindly loyal follower had witnessed this scene, but the courtiers’ attitudes were cold. Because there was trust.
Then, the black curtain, which was surely closed, fluttered loudly.
The courtiers momentarily felt as if their hearts sank, as if someone had overheard their conversation.
A courtier closest to the window stood from his seat and roughly opened the curtain. However, there was not even a shadow of a person where the curtain was.
“……Upon closer inspection, the window was open.”
The conference room where the courtiers were was on the fifth floor. What courageous person could jump from this height?
The nobles thought their ideas were excessive and continued their discussion.
No one knew that Dietrich’s lieutenant had overheard their words and suddenly left.
“What happened to the woman who attempted to assassinate His Majesty?”
(This is a time separator.)
“YYour Grace, Duke! Did you call for me?”
The sudden summoning by the knight commander, who was rumored to be ferocious, made the royal councilor’s heart thump wildly.
Dietrich took a quick glance at the councilor’s face and began to lead the way without a word.
The councilor walked, trying his best to muffle the sound of his footsteps so as not to offend Dietrich’s sensibilities. Just keeping up with Dietrich made him break into a sweat, as his legs were unusually long.
Soon they arrived at the underground dungeon where only criminals who had committed serious crimes were put.
“Go in.”
The councilor wondered what he had done wrong, but no matter how much he thought, he could not remember any wrongdoing.
“Lead the way.”
At Dietrich’s command, which was designed to silence any objection, the councilor gulped and walked into the dungeon.
“Ugh……!”
As soon as he entered, the rotten stench made the councilor retch. The dungeon, where the light barely penetrated, was lined with iron bars that were no different from animal cages.
In a cell that could barely accommodate one person to lie down, thick iron bars and multiple padlocks were attached, and inside, the prisoners had sprawled their bodies as if they had given up on life, waiting for their impending death.
“Go forward.”
At Dietrich’s command, the councilor endured the stench and walked for a while, guided by the torches on the wall.
Upon reaching the innermost part of the dungeon, strangely enough, there was no foul smell at all.
In the innermost cell lay a dazzlingly beautiful woman alone. The councilor stared at her, his eyes wide open.
He had never seen this woman before, but he could recognize who she was at a glance.
“Examine her.”
Dietrich, who had uttered a short word, opened the padlock on the iron bars with a key. Then he pushed the councilor into the cell.
‘This person is… Seliya Brillion.’
A woman famed for her beauty. There was no one as famous as this woman in all of Abellon.
Even the jokes about the fortune that the men who fell in love with her at first sight had bestowed on the Brillion family being enough for the people in the capital to live leisurely for the rest of their lives made sense when he faced her in person.
Her silky silver hair, skin so white and transparent that the veins were visible, lips as red as the crescent moon.
The councilor checked that Seliya was unconscious and then openly scanned her thin dress, collarbone, and legs.
“What are you doing? Examine her already.”
What snapped the entranced councilor back to his senses was Dietrich’s voice from behind.
“Ah, yes……!”
The councilor hurriedly bent down to examine Seliya.
He carefully rolled up one sleeve of Seliya’s and took her wrist to check her pulse. A moment later, his face turned pale blue.
“YYour Grace…….”
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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