The butler smiled as he stepped back from the nightstand.
“I’m quick to catch on. I figured out that the lady was you.”
Shaking her head at his clever response, Etienne picked up the box. Inside were the wishes she had asked the servants to write down.
“If I had been concerned about rumors, I would have met him more secretly.”
She agreed with the butler’s statement.
“If anyone asks, say we met while strolling in the outer city.”
It had been a casual encounter, unlikely to draw suspicion. Drinking tea was fine since Fernando was there too.
Etienne reached into the box, pulling out a slip of paper. The first one read ‘vacation.’
“They want a break.”
She deemed it a reasonable request. Unfolding another paper, it read:
“Want to try a different job for a day?”
The butler, standing with one arm folded in front, commented.
“There will be many noble ladies strolling in the outer city soon.”
He left the room, anticipating the future events. Alone, Etienne looked at the paper in her hand, curious about the servants’ wishes.
Pondering whether the current job was boring for someone, Etienne set the paper aside and picked up another.
“Hm?”
This one felt different from the others.
It appeared crumpled, as if it had been repeatedly folded and unfolded. Unfolding it, she found it indeed different; half torn and crumpled, with marks of being smoothed out by hand.
The wish was simple: to eat a very sweet dessert.
“That’s strange.”
Etienne tilted her head in thought. Most of the servants couldn’t write, so the handwriting on the papers looked like it was done by one person, probably the butler. But the handwriting on this paper was different, elegant and fluid. Etienne grew curious about the owner of this wish.
“What should I do?”
After a moment of contemplation, Etienne looked at the paper, gently holding it in her hands. A breeze seemed to flow from somewhere as she slowly let go. The crumpled paper was now smooth and flat, as good as new.
“If the butler finds out I used my power, he’d scold me.”
The power Etienne used was a unique ability of the Ducal House of Clare: Restoration.
The Clare family was known for its exceptional restoration skills. Indeed, there was a restoration room in the Ducal residence where many items had been repaired over the years. But this was a ruse to hide the direct descendants’ secret ability to restore objects without tools.
The first head of the Clare family had a remarkable restoration ability, even able to read people’s memories. However, his descendants’ powers were not as extensive, limited to restoring objects.
Even so, their ability was noticeable. If it became known, they couldn’t predict what dangers might arise.
Therefore, the first head established a restoration room, creating the illusion that objects were restored by human hands.
“The Emperor didn’t know either.”
Etienne muttered, recalling the Emperor at her time of death, the current Second Prince. He had killed her parents and destroyed the restoration room, believing he had erased all evidence that Etienne was responsible for the prince’s death. However, he hadn’t considered that she might have left behind any evidence.
In fact, Etienne had received an object from a knight who came to deliver news in prison, and she had restored it there. Choosing not to tell anyone before her death was her decision.
Scattering thoughts of her previous life, Etienne looked at the now smooth paper and spoke to herself.
“Shall we see what was originally written?”
As expected, there was a different wish initially written. It was significantly heavier in content compared to the dessert wish.
“I want to meet my younger sibling.”
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
