“No, it’s my will.”
It was an accurate statement. No matter how much Hershith may have asked for praise, if Ishar himself was not inclined, he would never have followed through with it. He wasn’t that kind of flatterer.
“I see. It’s a bit… unexpected.”
Liz nodded.
Ishar knew that she was paying attention to his words. He was certain that she found him much more reliable than Hershith, who just looked pretty. It was a rather pleasant feeling.
Ishar thought it was now the right time to ask what he wanted to know.
“Pardelio Hisclume.”
At those words, Liz flinched. Ishar didn’t miss that.
“How did you know about that? Perhaps, did you go to the Archives that day to look for it?”
Liz rolled her eyes for a moment, then admitted the truth.
“Yes, that’s right. I went to look for it. And… how did you know?”
Ishar narrowed his eyes.
“I overheard it from someone. When I was seriously contemplating my duties as the Empress, someone gave advice. I thought it was quite important, so I looked it up. That’s all.”
‘At least it’s not a lie,’ Ishar judged. If that statement felt awkward, it was because of the unsaid truth, not because there was any falsehood in the words themselves.
“Understood. I won’t ask who that someone is. I have no right to ask such a question.”
Liz lowered her gaze as a sign of gratitude.
“But why did you choose to quote that in your speech?”
“Ah… It just happened…”
Liz met his eyes again.
Today, Ishar felt that her violet eyes were slightly less repulsive than usual.
“It was the only thing that came to mind when my mind went blank. It’s a good phrase…”
“And it contains the magic that brings victory.”
“Ah…”
Caught… Liz said with that expression.
“Well, that’s true. There was a bit of a reason for that. Even so, thanks to that slogan, I was able to finish without any major mistakes.”
“It’s not thanks to the slogan.”
Ishar blinked deeply.
“That slogan witnessed both the prosperity and downfall of the Vadallion Kingdom. The last king shouted ‘Pardelio Hisclume’ while resisting in Lusencia, but what he got was not victory but five feathered arrows, two on the chest and three on the thighs. So, it would be better for you not to memorize that slogan any further.”
Ishar’s voice was as calm as the surface of a lake without a single ripple.
“Yes, I understand.”
Liz said. She had nothing else to say.
Ishar didn’t say anything more either. However, he didn’t get up immediately but stared at her for a moment undisturbed, as Liz was unaware that she was being observed.
She, while staring at the Lily Sentence Brooch on my chest, seemed to be absorbed in it, as if nothing else mattered. Ishar realized that Liz had been frequently looking at my brooch recently. He didn’t ask for the reason. He simply guessed that it was similar to when I saw Empress Liz from a new perspective.
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A few days have passed. However, Liz’s daily life hasn’t changed. Hershis comes every evening, but sleep is in the main palace. Looking at him, who kisses her forehead and lips as if it were natural, Liz felt a bitter feeling. The gradually adapting pattern between the couple somehow felt melancholic.
‘Is he going to use different rooms like this all the time?’
Suddenly, she became uneasy with the plausible possibility. It felt like she had heard similar cases from friends who had married in their past lives.
‘Why isn’t there a proper contraceptive device in this world?’
Rosah has age, so Liz asked her if she knew a way to prevent pregnancy. However, what she said was only unverified folk remedies.
‘In the end, there’s no choice but to avoid the fertile period…’
Liz counted the days with her fingers. But she gave up because it seemed meaningless. Her menstrual cycle was irregular. Some days it became thirty, some days forty, and some days it took more than three months to start. It was hard to guess the safe days.
The last union luckily occurred just after her period. It was a day with a very low chance of pregnancy.
‘Do I have to wait for such luck again?’
Liz sighed deeply and looked out the window. Her face looked better than the twinkling stars in the night sky. It was a thoughtful face.
Even if she didn’t know, she must have had such a face since she realized the ending. Her mind was filled with various problems, and none of them were properly solved, so she felt like she was going crazy.
‘I hope at least one of them gets resolved and gets out of my head.’
Liz earnestly wished. But what she wished most to be resolved first was…
Renée Esmond.
“Isn’t she coming?”
The conviction I first heard is gradually fading.
“I thought she would come for sure.”
“It’s cheeky. I wouldn’t want to come either.”
Liz sighed again and counted the days with her fingers.
This time, she could count it accurately.
Four!
“I should have said, ‘Become my maid,’ not ‘Become my maid, please.'”
“You’re audacious. I wouldn’t want to come even if I were her.”
Liz sighed again and counted the days with her fingers.
This time, she could count it accurately.
Four!
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
