The light behind him made him appear only as a distant figure.
Liz squinted and focused her eyes in the darkness to identify the man’s face. As he took a step forward, he assisted her in recognizing him.
Rosa slowly distanced herself from Liz; it seemed she no longer needed support.
By that time, Liz could also recognize the man’s face.
“Why are you here now? I thought something had happened. Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”
She believed there would be a flood of questions when they met. However, surprisingly, there were no questions at all.
She just… wanted to say.
‘I love you.’
But even that single word was taken away from her.
“I love you, Liz.”
In his face displaying a comfortable smile, through the tender voice conveying a confession full of love, Liz realized. Finally, everything had come to an end.
“I love you too.”
Liz wrapped her arms around his neck. Her eyes teared up, and a hazy mist quickly covered her purple eyes.
Hersis hugged her petite and rounded body tightly, just within the limits of not overburdening her. He felt the dampness from her tears.
“Why didn’t Lord Bernard call me? He should have known something happened to you.”
Occasionally, Liz vented her frustration by hitting his chest quite forcefully. Because of that, the fractured wing bone that was pierced by the dagger thrown by the duke echoed, but Hersis didn’t let go of Liz.
Considering the pain from the newly pierced wound, her warmth was too comforting to let go.
He let Liz keep hitting him with her small fist a bit more forcefully.
Confirming that Liz was sound asleep, Hersis returned to his office and faced Ishar.
Ishar, who had been sitting stiffly, stood up abruptly at the sound of the door opening.
“Are you… alright?”
He asked Hersis with a concerned look.
“It’s not okay. Everything is over.”
Hersis replied nonchalantly and headed towards the office desk. He casually threw his jacket onto the shelf.
Ishar could see that one of his shoulders was soaked in blood.
“Even though I provided first aid, it still hasn’t stopped bleeding.”
“You should have had someone convey the news and properly receive treatment.”
Ishar scolded him.
“I wanted to tell her directly. Didn’t you tell me to do the same?”
“That’s…”
Because he didn’t know Hersis would get hurt. Above all, it was something he could say because he didn’t know Hersis would insist on personally carrying out the execution even after getting injured.
“For now, please get treatment.”
Ishar rang the bell, summoning Cloven.
“Immediately call for the physician.”
“Yes, Your Excellency.”
Cloven politely bowed and stepped back. Then Ishar hesitated for a moment and spoke.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
Hersis asked nonchalantly, concentrating on finding something in the drawer.
“For not avoiding it when you could have easily avoided it.”
Ishar was referring to the incident when the duke threw a dagger. He knew that if Hersis had dodged, the dagger would have hit him. There was no other reason Hersis wouldn’t have dodged it.
Hersis had saved him from danger twice.
So, even if he thanked him a hundred times, it would be insufficient.
“Enough.”
Hersis said, closing the drawer, possibly having found what he was looking for.
Ishar’s gratitude ended at that moment.
“Sit down. We need to discuss a few things.”
Hersis stood up from his office desk and said.
Ishar, who had a hesitant expression, sighed deeply as he sat down.
‘I tried to express my gratitude.’
Well, it was comfortable not to exchange awkward words.
When Ishar sat down, Hersis also took a seat across from him. In his hands, he held a neatly folded parchment document. It seemed he had been looking for it after rummaging through the drawer a while ago.
“It’s about Lord Bernard.”
Hersis opened his mouth. So Ishar thought the parchment document was related to the younger brother of Duke Montaner.
“I want to hear your opinion on what to do with him.”
“What does he want?”
Ishar asked in a tone devoid of emotions.
“He wants to go back to where he originally came from.”
Hersis heard it from Cloven. Cloven was Bernard’s guardian, from the first day he fainted at the sight of Hersis.
“Well, let him do that…”
“It doesn’t seem like a good idea.”
Before Ishar could say what he had in mind, Hersis interrupted.
“Living a secluded life in the remote mountains, cut off from the world.”
“…”
Ishar had heard about how Bernard had been confined. It was a pity he hadn’t forgotten how he used to speak. But…
“He is Duke Montaner’s kin.”
Ishar expressed his concern.
“It could become a problem, don’t you think?”
“I think it could.”
Hersis agreed calmly and added immediately.
“But it might not be a problem.”
“…”
“You don’t need to worry and get involved unnecessarily. I think it’s not worth being afraid of what might happen.”
Ishar had anticipated that Hersis would come up with such an answer from the moment he refrained from presenting Bernard to the public.
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
