Lamein held her head high.
“Duke Calips is currently not at the mansion.”
“I came to see Sion. Is Sion not at home either?”
“He is here.”
A sardonic smile spread at the corner of the servant’s mouth as she finished answering.
Lamein’s eyes, which had been on her mouth, slowly twisted.
“That damned wench, picking and choosing food?”
As a child, having rotten food shoved into her mouth.
“Your father told me to punish you instead of him. Undress.”
The memory of a servant whipping her naked body while laughing swept past.
“Memories are returning.”
A headache began as the memories flooded in like waves.
“All the people in this house treated me like that.”
Lamein’s tightly closed lips trembled.
She desperately suppressed the anger ready to explode.
“It’s useless to engage with such a person.”
Lamein calmly smoothed her expression.
“Tell Sion I’m here.”
Meanwhile.
“Lamein came?”
Sion, who had heard from a servant that Lamein had arrived, raised his eyebrows.
“Suddenly why?”
“I do not know.”
“Is that so?”
He, who had been lounging in a chair, smirked.
Father Heter had asked her to write a letter.
His only daughter and younger sister had fallen, and he could not be suspected if he did nothing.
Lamein becoming a person of Duke Roger, and maintaining that position was more important to Heter than anything else.
“Sion. Do as your father commands right away. That’s the only way even someone like you can enjoy such luxury with your useless body.”
Tsk. Sion, who had clicked his tongue, straightened up.
“I was getting bored anyway. I’ll have to play with my little sister.”
Sion, with a twisted smile, snapped his fingers at a servant.
Approaching closely, his eyes gleamed like a predator with prey in sight as he whispered something to the servant.
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Cedric, after a long ride, stopped in front of a shabby shop in a corner of the city.
Slowly scanning the wooden artifacts placed in front of the old building, he dismounted from his horse.
Curtains were drawn over the windows, not letting the inside be seen.
Slowly approaching the shop door without even a sign.
“The old man who makes wooden crafts knows a lot about the Maiers family.”
He stopped walking and recalled Sylvia’s words.
“But that old man can’t see in front.”
If he can’t see, how can he know about them, whom he has never seen?
With doubt, he opened the shop door.
Creak.
With the faint sound of the twisted wooden door, the dim interior lit only by candles appeared.
A space that felt as dark as night, even in the day.
“Please come in. If there’s something you like, please take a look.”
A man, sitting at a small desk on one side of the shop, turned his head and spoke.
An old man, smiling with his eyes closed.
“Is that the man Sylvia talked about?”
Plodding along, she slowly scanned the woodworking pieces laid on the floor.
“As I hear the iron sound stuck in the heel when you walk, it seems that the noble Lord has arrived.”
Cedric stopped the movement of his foot that had just touched the floor.
“Don’t be surprised, it’s just an old hobby of an old man who is used to hearing.”
Cedric, who had slightly narrowed his eyes, resumed his walk and approached the old man.
“There should be no real goods for the noble Lord here. Why have you sought me out?”
Says a man who sees nothing as if he sees everything.
Observing the man’s face, Cedric slowly opened his mouth.
“I came because I was curious.”
“Please, sit down.”
Cedric sat across from the old man.
“Speak.”
“Your name is…?”
“Call me Evans.”
The man, smiling faintly, raised a teapot with one hand.
And grabbed a cup with the other hand.
“I don’t need tea.”
“I was going to drink it. Would you like a cup?”
“Hmm. It’s fine.”
Khm. Cedric spat out a short sound and waited until Evans emptied the glass.
“Now, speak.”
Evans, having set the glass aside, looked straight into his face.
“I’ve heard that you know the details about the Maiyerus family.”
“The Maiyerus family?”
Evans asked lightly.
“Is it true that you know well about those people?”
Evans was silent for a moment.
Cedric, who had slowly narrowed his eyes, examined his face carefully, but no change in expression occurred.
“May I ask why you are curious about the Maiyerus family?”
“……”
“Why is the noble Lord curious about them who no longer exist in this world? I wonder.”
Cedric, who had been looking with tightly closed lips, slowly opened his mouth.
“Are you sure they don’t exist in this world?”
The wrinkles in Evans’s eyes softened.
“They are alive.”
“……What?”
“They are alive.”
At the assertion, Cedric, who had been staring blankly, began to push his lips slowly upward.
“But…….”
The additional voice stopped at the ends of his lips.
“People commonly say that they are no longer the Maiyerus family because they live without power.”
“……Lose power?”
Evans nodded slowly.
“Can you lose power?”
“Yes. One in ten people of the Maiyerus family loses their abilities when they become adults.”
“Ah…….”
His blue eyes sparkled at the newly learned fact.
“So you’re saying that those who once had powers now live ordinary lives.”
“They cannot live ordinarily.”
“……What?”
Evans’s eye, which had been maintaining a curve, straightened.
“Do you see the old man in front of you?”
Cedric’s eyes slightly narrowed instead of answering.
“Evans Smith.”
The old man who said his name opened his mouth again after a moment of silence.
“Evans Maiyerus. That’s my other name.”
“……”
“The old man that the Lord sees is a person from the Maiyerus family who has lost his power.”
“……You?”
Evans, wearing a slow smile, nodded.
“As you see, those who lose their powers also lose their sight.”
“……”
“So they can live, but they cannot live ordinarily.”
Evans, having finished speaking, filled the glass again.
He stared at the man in front of him, who was slowly tilting the glass to his lips, lost in deep thought.
‘Losing sight? What on earth is that?’
Thud.
His blue eyes flickered briefly as he was pulled out of his thoughts by the dull sound of the glass hitting the wooden table.
“Even if you lose your power, couldn’t you not lose your sight?”
Cedric’s quiet voice broke the brief silence.
“No. That cannot happen.”
Evans asserted. And then.
“What exactly is the Lord curious about?”
Evans, who had closed his eyelids for a long time, slowly pushed them up.
Despite not seeing, Cedric felt as if he was being pierced by those eyes and slowly moved his lips.
“After the former king killed all the people of the Maiyerus family, I once met a child.”
Evans’s eyelids twitched slightly.
“Is it certain that not even one person exists who is alive without losing their abilities, as you have asserted?”
Evans’s wrinkled eyes slowly furrowed.
“Could you tell me when you saw that child?”
“It was an event from 5 years ago.”
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
