After all, even in a hunched state, it’s that big, and if it spreads its wings, it will cover Tienda and still have room left.
Besides, Tienda is a very small piece of land compared to Bis.
Containing mountains, plains, and rivers, Bis may be called a continent, but Tienda is nothing more than a small island that barely holds a lake.
Still, Evie was quite impressed by the fact that a single living being had a size comparable to Tienda.
And DS’s following statement surprised Evie even more.
“Count is holding and watching such an Amaneser. Alone.”
“Alone?”
“It’s a task that has been handed down to the second son of the Laurel family for generations. To crash the flying Amaneser and put it back to sleep, and to prevent it from leaving Dongnyeon. That’s their role.”
“How is that possible?”
To drop and fend off a dragon as big as Tienda by himself. Evie couldn’t quite imagine it.
When she asked with a surprised face, DS answered clearly.
“It’s because, just as you monopolized Manyanya’s favor, the Count is also exclusively enjoying Tardes’s favor.”
The four dragons modeled after the sky by the gods.
Amaneser, who wakes up the dawn.
Manyanya, who controls the day.
Tardes, who watches over the twilight.
And Noche, who looks after the night.
Once they looked after the continent, these glorious beings met different fates due to Noche’s betrayal.
Amaneser went mad and raged.
Manyanya, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep.
Tardes, injured, fell silent.
And Noche shattered, becoming the source of the curse.
Among them, Tardes, like Manyanya, once lent his favor to the humans they watched over.
It was a rough and destructive power, unlike the gentle favor of Manyanya.
Receiving this power and fighting Amaneser for a lifetime was the mission and harsh fate of the successive Counts of Laurel.
“So, the Count is the only being that can stop Amaneser. In other words, he’s the savior protecting Tiendabis from the mad dragon.”
At DS’s grand evaluation, Evie lost her words.
The Count’s prestige was much more significant than she thought, and not knowing it was quite a shock to Evie.
Evie, who cultivated her education through attributes, had to choose what to take and what to discard.
And the information about Zion Laurel, the Count who had been ignoring Tienda for the past seven years, naturally fell into the discard category.
So Evie knew very little about the Count.
That the younger brother of Duke Laurel was dispatched to Bis, and that it had something to do with Amaneser in the east.
That was all she knew.
But the countenance of the Count, newly revealed by Dius, far surpassed Evie’s interpretation, and she was quite taken aback because of it.
“I… I insulted such a person.”
Evie mumbled with a suddenly shocked face.
She had never been there herself, but Evie had heard about the border of the east a few times.
The earth was set on fire by the venom spewed by the mad Dragon of Dawn, Amaneser, and monsters, the product of evil, were endlessly born, baring their teeth in this world’s hell.
And in such a place, Zion Laurel, who topples dragons alone…
“Isn’t he better than me to this extent?”
Evie spoke with a voice full of crisis, and Dius also coldly affirmed.
“The Count is, of course, superior to you, and even if we consider importance, he’s the winner. If there’s no water, it’s painful, but if Amaneser is unleashed, it’s annihilation.”
At these words, Evie’s face became even more downcast.
After hearing this far, she had no choice but to admit it.
The Count’s words about blocking Evie’s selection as a saint were not bluffs; that man truly had the power to do so.
“Of course, the Count won’t be able to command or coerce other great nobles. Whether it’s Sedro, Bayen, or Montra, they all have roles as important as Laurel.”
As Evie’s face went pale, Dius offered comfort, albeit belatedly and not very comforting.
But his words did not reach Evie at all.
‘What kind of debt has such a great man incurred from whom?’
Evie became more suspicious of why the Count had approached her.
It must be true since he swore on his family name, but no matter how much she thought about it, it didn’t make sense.
At the same time, one sweet possibility came to mind.
If the Count is such a remarkable figure, wouldn’t it be possible to protect me from the tower lord?
If he really has a duty to look after and care for me.
Evie recalled yesterday’s incident in the tower.
The Count had taken off his coat when he saw Evie’s wet formal dress.
He had pushed away Miel Sedro, a fellow noble, to help Evie.
And he didn’t even repel or blame Evie, who had knocked him down, even standing over him and covering his mouth.
He merely reached out and lightly pressed Evie’s cheeks.
The sensation of the Count holding her cheeks suddenly came to mind. Embarrassed, Evie fanned her face to cool the heat.
How annoying it had been because of that incident.
It was a mockery unfit for a lady.
On the one hand, it was a touch that he would never make if he were not interested.
‘He is generous to me.’
Evie admitted after much consideration.
He was neither kind nor affectionate, and far from polite, yet the Count had given her quite a lot of consideration.
He even tolerated the foul words she spat out due to a curse. No unfamiliar noble could be more generous.
Isn’t it okay to trust him a little…?
‘No, get a hold of yourself.’
Evie realized her heart was wavering and quickly shook her head.
There is no such thing as something for nothing in the world.
Everything happens to those who deserve it.
So, if an overwhelming fortune comes without a price, it must be doubted.
Because traps always have bait.
“…You’re right. Like the butler said, there are other great nobles, and the Count is a person with a lot, so he will act within reason.”
Evie spoke calmly, having sorted out her thoughts, and then calmed her anxious heart.
She will not trust the Count yet.
But neither will she exclude the favorable possibility.
The Count has made it clear that his goal is to repay a debt.
To do that, he will fully support and protect Evie.
If blocking Evie’s selection as a saint is part of that, the Count’s options are not many.
After all, he won’t be able to press too hard on the person he needs to protect.
Thinking this way, Evie harbored a vague hope.
Count Philip Morris had subtly hoped, as he had before, that he would be generous. It was a truly vain hope.
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The next day, Count Zion Laurel, who had been silent, finally made his stance on Evie Ariate public.
It had been exactly a week since the banquet in question.
“I, Zion Laurel, vehemently oppose the selection of Evie Ariate, who annihilated the great Laurel family, as a saint.
Nevertheless, if she is chosen as a saint due to the stubbornness of the decisionmakers, I declare that I will cease the surveillance duty of Amaneser until this decision is withdrawn.”
The count’s position was brief.
But it was enough to overturn the aristocracy of Tienda.
In fact, it was a threat to the whole of Tienda, a command handed down, carefully throttling the nobles one by one.
Thanks to this, the aristocrats, who had fire on their feet, turned their arrows to one place in unison.
To Evie Ariate, who had dared to commit treason against the count, the guardian of Tienda.
The count had promised to protect and take care of Evie.
But the count intended to break everything about Evie first to do so.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
