It was truly curious.
How could such accurate deductions emerge from Layton’s feeble mind?
It was true when he was a duke and it still was.
Stunned by the sharpness of his speculation, Nelia found herself speechless for a moment.
Finally, Nelia found her voice.
“……You think you’re one of the few who believe that? The gem in the necklace is called Elena’s Tear, Sigrit’s lover.”
“You knew?”
“There are things you pick up when you’re around the duke.”
Nelia narrowed her eyes.
“Just to save you the trouble, we’ve tried everything with Elena’s Tear, and nothing happened.”
Yes, Elena’s Tear is necessary to find Sigrit’s heart, but we still don’t know how to activate it. Nevertheless, Layton spoke so firmly only because he wanted to quench her curiosity.
“Speak for yourself.”
Layton unexpectedly handed her a book from his desk.
The frayed book was almost reduced to a rag. Where did he find such a book?
“It says here that only the chosen one can activate Elena’s Tear.”
Nelia scoffed at the vague and ambiguous explanation.
“I could say that too.”
“Come on, look at this book. It’s an ancient tome! Doesn’t its worn cover make it seem credible?”
“Not at all.”
Nelia cut him off. Layton made a deeply wronged expression.
“Don’t say that. Do you know how much I paid for this book? I spent my entire salary that I earned through hard work at my father’s shop.”
Internally, Nelia clicked her tongue.
Sheesh, what a scam.
“Even if only the chosen one can activate Elena’s Tear as the book says, you’re certainly not the chosen one.”
Layton scowled at the sharply critical comment.
“That’s not for you to say!”
From the fact that he came to the palace to look at the necklace again, it was clear that Layton was serious.
Geez, what a fool.
He believed in the content of an obscure tome and held vain hopes.
Nelia thought Layton was an idiot and let the matter slide.
Unaware that this topic would come up again later.
(This is a time separator.)
After her talk with Layton, Nelia left the house to return to the duke’s residence without delay.
Fortunately, the streets had become somewhat empty as it was evening, so it was not difficult to speed up the carriage.
Nelia thought she would return to the duke’s residence earlier than expected.
Screech.
That was until the carriage came to a sudden halt.
The horses seemed to be frantically stopping, and at the same time, the carriage jolted.
‘What, what is it…’
Nelia quickly grabbed the handle of the carriage. Outside, the sound of the coachman trying to calm the horses could be heard.
Soon, the carriage ceased its rocking.
Once it was quiet, Nelia slowly opened the door and stepped out to find out what had happened.
Outside, she saw a distressed coachman and a woman sitting on the ground.
Nelia approached the coachman and asked,
“What happened?”
“Well… this woman suddenly ran out and almost got hit by the horses.”
The coachman exhaled deeply as he explained to Nelia. Her gaze shifted to the woman who was sitting on the ground.
Her face was hidden, bowing her head.
But even just from her fine pinkish hair scattering softly on the ground under the moonlight, she emanated an extraordinary aura.
Nelia approached the woman, kneeled down and asked,
“Are you… okay?”
The woman slowly lifted her head.
As expected, the mysterious woman was extremely beautiful. Her bright red eyes in contrast with her pale skin lent her a delicate yet mesmerizing aura.
For a moment, Nelia stared at the woman, then snapped back to reality and asked again,
“Are you hurt?”
The woman slowly shook her head.
“No….”
A tiny voice escaped her lips. Her long eyelashes trembled.
“I’m sorry for running out like that… I’m not familiar with the roads here, I’m new.”
“It’s okay. As long as you’re not hurt.”
Nelia comforted the forlornlooking woman.
‘Looks like she’s from another place…’
It felt like she was seeing her own self who had just fallen into this world. Unable to simply pass her by, Nelia asked the woman,
“Would you like a ride to where you’re going?”
The woman’s response came quickly, despite her dazed expression.
“……Is that alright?”
“Of course.”
Although she’d offered the woman a ride, seeing her immediately accept without any further questions made Nelia somewhat concerned.
So she’ll just hop in, just like that…
Nelia took the woman’s hand and helped her stand up.
“Where shall I take you?”
“……To the monastery.”
She didn’t look like a priestess, was she one?
Nelia instructed her coachman to head to the monastery, and then helped the seemingly lost woman into the carriage.
As they set off, the woman stared intently out the window at the rapidly passing scenery.
The more Nelia looked at her, the more peculiar she seemed. Not just her unreal appearance, but her unusual silence as well.
Remaining silent for a moment, Nelia finally asked,
“May I ask where you are from?”
The woman’s gaze shifted. Her red eyes met Nelia’s.
“I am from Aten Village in the south.”
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
