In her past life, Malleta’s younger sister was said to have starved to death in the Lombardy asylum.
Ariadne intended to show Malleta. If you don’t listen to me properly, I’m going to leave you here. You will meet the same fate as your sister.
“I want to go where there are people who are more suffering and struggling. Is there anything I can do?”
“Er… There is a service for bathing the sick…”
“Then I’ll do that.”
[This is the time separator]There was a reason why the manager trailed off. The bathing service, as nice as it sounded, was brutal in reality. In the long corridor separated from the outside, patients who seemed to have no possibility of recovery were lying on filthy scraps.
Their scrawny bodies, as sharp as thorns, were heavily overshadowed by the shadow of death. There were no facilities, supplies, or people to properly care for them.
Despite being run solely on the queen’s budget, the asylum was so financially strapped that it would be fair to say they were deliberately starving the poor to death after setting up a mere facade. The scene was appalling.
‘So that’s why the manager didn’t want to send me.’
Unlike Ariadne, who was leisurely lost in thought, Malleta’s expression was pale and horrified. It was just two years ago that she was saved from this chaos by Isabella.
The vivid memories of hunger, cold, and the fear of death were resurfacing.
Malleta anxiously searched for a patient with red hair around her. What should she do if she finds the sister she left behind two years ago?
Ariadne was also looking for a patient with red hair.
‘Is that the girl?’
As Ariadne began to approach a little girl among the patients, Malleta was startled.
“Miss, wait…!”
Malleta, who thought she should leave before meeting her sister, turned pale and grabbed Ariadne’s wrist.
Her bare wrist exposed outside her clothes and Malleta’s hand, their bare skin touched.
Zing!
A powerful dizziness came over her, and she thought lightning and chaotic clouds briefly flashed through her mind. Something ‘appeared’ in Ariadne’s head.
‘I can only take one person. Which one of the two should I take?’
It was Isabella. Isabella was standing outside the Lombardy asylum, where the healthy poor were accommodated.
In front of her stood a slightly younger and more cunning Malleta, and a skinny, freckled girl with the same red hair as Malleta.
‘Who is smarter among the two, who works harder?’
The skinny girl pleaded with Isabella.
‘Miss, my sister and I have grown up together since we were young. We will work hard, so please take us both!’
Isabella had a cold expression.
‘There is only one spot. It’s not about why I should take both of you, but why I should ‘pick’ you. Speak up.’
Young Malleta pushed aside the skinny girl and knelt in front of Isabella. Malleta, almost prostrated on the ground with her hands clasped, cried out desperately to Isabella.
‘Noble Miss! SanCha has bad habits and incurable cough!’
SanCha looked at Malleta in shock. Malleta gritted her teeth and turned away from SanCha.
‘If you are to take only one person, it should definitely be me! She is too young to be of any help in work and she is weak and frail like a young mouse! I will work like an ox! Please take me, miss!’
Isabella seemed intrigued.
‘You’re ambitious, aren’t you?’
‘I will work hard, miss!’
‘Alright, let’s go with you.’
Isabella slowly began to leave the asylum with Malleta. SanCha, shocked that Malleta was leaving her behind, screamed out in desperation.
‘Sister! Sister!’
After that, Malleta’s urgent voice came from behind.
‘Hush! Be quiet! When I get paid at that house, I’ll send it to you! I will save money and get you out of the asylum. If one family member does well, everyone does well. Got it? Just wait patiently!’
[This is the time separator]“Miss, Miss?”
Startled, Maletta was shaking Ariadne’s shoulder.
Ariadne, annoyed by Maletta’s unasked touch, slapped Maletta’s hand away. Maletta, embarrassed, withdrew her hand and asked Ariadne again.
“Miss, are you alright? I was shocked because you suddenly froze.”
“How long was I like that?”
“It was very short, about 23 seconds?”
“That’s fine then.”
What did I see? A memory of the past? Was it the truth, or not? It was time to check.
Pretending not to know Maletta, Ariadne approached the redhaired girl lying dead among the poor and knelt next to her. Ariadne gently wiped the girl’s forehead with a wet rag and asked softly.
“How are you feeling?”
The face that was turned towards her belonged to a child about twelve years old. Despite her young age where baby fat should be present, her cheeks were hollowed from malnutrition.
The freckled girl opened her pale green eyes and alternately looked at Ariadne and Maletta.
“Has your family helped you since you came to the refuge?”
The freckled girl shook her head desperately. Maletta’s expression grew darker.
“Do you have incurable tuberculosis?”
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
