In the midst of this, she was making one mistake after another with her words, so Evie Ariate seemed likely to be recognized by the Count as a fool.
And Evie’s anticipation hit the mark.
‘What the hell is she doing?’
Zion swallowed a sigh as he watched Evie Ariate flutter like a rabbit bitten by a wolf.
It was understandable to be nervous since she was suddenly brought here.
However, the recklessness that Evie Ariate continued to show was not something that could be explained simply as tension.
The reputation of Evie Ariate that Zion had confirmed in Tienda was twofold.
One was as an extraordinary being who received the favor of Manyanaya, and the other was that she was pure like a commoner, yet dignified in a way that was not like a commoner.
But in fact, Zion found neither purity nor dignity in Evie Ariate.
There was no need to mention dignity, which had already been destroyed at their first meeting, and even if he tried to generously regard her as pure, Evie Ariate’s schemes were too blatant.
Of course, Zion also acknowledged Evie Ariate’s ability to purify all that water.
As Evie fluttered her watercolored hair and sang, she looked like a manifestation of Manyanaya, and Zion forgot even to breathe as he watched her.
But that was all that Evie Ariate had.
After the purification ceremony ended, she was in a situation where she was being harassed in the warehouse, and when she was asked if she was worried about that happening often, she said she waited, and then she replied late as if she understood everything.
A twentyyearold woman was behaving like a tenyearold student would.
“It’s so different from what I heard.”
Of course, Zion did not think that Tienda’s reputation was Evie Ariate’s true appearance.
Reputation is nothing but a phantom that can be created at any time.
So, Zion had imagined Evie Ariate not by the roughly learned evaluations here but by the words of “that person” who asked for Evie.
―Evie is strong. Not only strong but also clever, bold, quickwitted, skilled, good at speaking, and works incredibly hard……
―Hey, cut it out.
That person praised Evie like someone who had given everything to Evie Ariate, breaking into praise at every opportunity.
So, Zion’s boyhood self had to interrupt his heated speech with goosebumps.
―And never gives up, a person more wonderful than anyone. Really.
Then that foolish man would always end his speech like this, with longing, regretful eyes.
Zion had shuddered every time.
Putting off meeting Evie Ariate was largely due to this, too.
Then, when there was no more postponing, he came here with half hope and half worry, but what a thing.
“Where exactly is she wonderful?”
Zion clicked his tongue as he recalled old memories. Then he refocused on the reality that was the opposite of his imagination.
Contrary to various praises, the Evie Ariate that Zion saw was a person too shallow for the abilities she had received.
Having confirmed that, Zion thought there was no longer a need to waste time.
“How about thinking again?”
“I’ve already…”
“It would be better in many ways to give up yourself rather than me forcing you.”
Evie doubted her ears.
“What are you saying right now…”
“It will surely be noisy if I intervene, but I think it is advantageous to agree here.”
Evie blinked with a stiff face, smiling.
She couldn’t understand what the Count was saying at all.
The Count was declaring with an arrogant face as usual.
Whatever side you choose, the conclusion will be my way; that is, you will give up the position of saint.
“I, Count. My intention is…”
“I respect it, but I can’t approve it.”
Why does this Count keep talking nonsense with a human face?
‘Then why did you give me time to think?’
Pondering, Evie found the answer in the Count’s brazen face.
He gave her time to think, not a choice.
At that clear intention, Evie screamed inwardly.
‘It’s a trap after all! The fact that he asked me is a lie too!’
Distrust filled Evie’s eyes. Then, as if reading her thoughts, the Count said,
“What I said before is true. I can swear it by my family’s name.”
Evie stopped the reproach towards the Count at the oath of the great noble. Then she looked at the Count with an even more incomprehensible face.
“I don’t understand. Are you saying that you will personally prevent me from becoming a saint, Count?”
“Yes.”
“And then, you will take care of me as promised?”
“Yes.”
“So what if I become a saint despite your opposition, Count?”
“It’s a meaningless assumption.”
Zion responded dryly to Evie Ariate’s question.
Then Evie Ariate’s big eyes quivered terribly.
‘It must be a thunderbolt to you.’
Zion muttered to himself, watching Evie in silence.
Although he had no intention of backing down, he felt a bit sorry. So he carelessly threw out words he didn’t really have to say.
“Is it harsh?”
It was a word uttered with the intention of saying, ‘Complain if you want to.’ But an entirely unexpected answer came back.
“No, rather, I like it.”
Evie Ariate spoke suddenly and briskly.
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
