The sound of rippling water echoed in the bathroom, and Vialle slowly closed her eyes.
She had never imagined she would encounter Dension so suddenly. Her heart fluttered and beat precariously at the sight of him.
She had thought that one day she might meet him again and had been planning for that day. But it was too soon.
She was just adapting to life at sixteen and knew nothing about the circumstances of his death.
She had tried to stay calm, but it wasn’t easy to completely erase him from her mind.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she thought of her own frailty, merely at the sight of Dension.
‘It’s not too late yet.’
She hadn’t been idle since returning to the past. She had plans to visit the underworld to gather information related to Dension.
Known for its innumerable dangers, the underworld was a notoriously brutal place, where even setting foot was discouraged.
Yet, Vialle was prepared to risk it for him, and it was time to accelerate those plans.
The underworld of the Marta Empire hadn’t always been a menacing slum. Originally established as a refuge for the empire’s people during frequent wars, it had failed to develop into a proper plaza due to budgetary issues.
Over time, it became a haven for the desperate, criminals on the run, and patients hiding from epidemics.
Yet, not everyone avoided the underworld. It was filled with valuable information available only there, and people seeking drugs banned in the empire also frequented it.
Vialle had once asked her father to investigate Dension’s death’s background, but they never got the information.
‘You never know…’
If she couldn’t find out about that emblem, she might find other related information.
Even the smallest clue was desperately important to her. To uncover the mystery of Dension’s death, she needed to visit the underworld soon.
‘The Sabbath would be the best time.’
It was the only day she could move around unnoticed by others.
With about a fortnight left until the next Sabbath, Vialle planned to create the perfect situation without anyone catching on.
After her bath, the waiting maids meticulously dried her hair, strand by strand. Changing into a light chemise and snuggling into the cozy covers, she felt drowsy from the warmth.
“I should eat and then sleep.”
Despite wanting to drift off, the maids were insistent, so she nodded in agreement.
A well-prepared dinner was soon ready in Vialle’s room. The maids’ eyes moistened seeing her pallid complexion after days of illness.
Reluctantly indicating she could eat no more, the maids cleaned up and left her to rest.
Vialle’s gaze drifted to the window as a gentle breeze blew in. Although it was early summer, the night air still carried a chill.
The partially open window let in the faint night air, and a sliver of moonlight shone brilliantly in the sky.
Suddenly, the sound of a quarrel echoed in the hallway, and soon after, someone knocked on her door twice.
“Vialle, may I come in?”
“I’m here too, Sister.”
It was late at night when the Duke and Gaijen, having finished their work, hurriedly came to Vialle’s room.
“Yes, come in.”
As the door slowly opened and they appeared, they couldn’t hide their pity at the sight of Vialle’s pale face.
The tense air was briefly broken as Gaijen was the first to speak.
“Sister, are you really okay now?”
“Of course, I’m really fine.”
Vialle forced a smile, assuring them her condition had greatly improved. Though it seemed they weren’t entirely convinced.
“Vialle, I’m sorry I haven’t been a better father,” the Duke said, guilt-ridden, as he apologized to her.
Vialle understood the various meanings hidden in her father’s apology.
“It’s okay, Father.”
Watching them, Gaijen looked at his father with a sour expression and said, “Even so, the Crown Prince was really not suitable.”
The Duke, caught off guard, coughed a couple of times and appeared embarrassed.
“I’ve already scheduled an audience with the royal family to coincide with the noble council’s meeting,” he said.
The Duke, known for being power-hungry, was still a man who prioritized his children above all else.
“You do realize that the charity event contributed to Sister’s condition, right?” Gaijen said, his eyes half-closed, staring at his father, who tried to ignore his gaze.
“Vialle, if the charity events are too burdensome, I’ll see what I can do to reduce them,” the Duke offered.
Vialle raised an eyebrow at the Duke’s unexpected resolve, but he soon seemed to regret his words.
Meeting his slightly trembling eyes, she sighed softly and replied, “It’s okay. I’m used to it now.”
Before she could finish, Gaijen’s eyes widened as he urged her, “Sister, don’t hesitate. Father is serious about this.”
“That’s enough, Gaijen. Let Vialle rest,” the Duke quickly intervened, wanting to leave before Vialle changed her mind.
Gaijen looked at his father disapprovingly, then turned to Vialle and said stiffly, “I’ll come again tomorrow, Sister. Rest well.”
“Okay, Gaijen. See you all tomorrow.”
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
