Is the sacred power skill certification for a saint really that high? When he comes back, I’ll scold him for being so late. And I should offer him a strawberry tart made as a surprise.
While having these unnecessary thoughts, Cloud looked around.
“Why is that, Cloud?”
“Oh. It’s an important occasion, but is Princess Hwantaebi not coming, so I asked.”
I snapped back to attention as if cold water had been thrown on me.
“… Princess Hwantaebi said she wasn’t feeling well today and would rest in her room.”
‘Something’s strange.’
If a sorcerer is coming, there’s no way the culprit would stay quiet. Siena has been holed up in her room since yesterday, claiming to be unwell. Even the meals brought by Emily and Rose were left untouched.
I told the worried maids to leave me alone. I also instructed them to avoid cleaning Siena’s room. However, I directed them to use holy water to mop only her room and its surroundings.
‘Maybe because of the dream. The uneasiness won’t go away.’
While others enjoyed a moment of relaxation, looking forward to the sorcerer’s arrival, I was lonely, trapped in tension. I worried about the worst-case scenario that might happen.
Tick-tock. Even the sound of the clock’s second and minute hands ticking away seemed loud. Despite being nestled in a soft sofa, my heart felt as if it were lying on a hard rock.
At that moment, the butler knocked on the door of the reception room.
“Your Grace, Prince Second and his colleagues, including the sorcerer, have arrived.”
“Ah. Let them in right away.”
“I’ll go in. Duke.”
Ashton opened the door and entered. The person surrounded by Louis, Michael, and Benedict was a grandma with a hunch in her waist.
Like a person from a country standing on the desert, wrinkles on her deeply tanned skin hinted at the passage of time under the intense sunlight.
The only elaborate item she wore was a red cloth wrapped around her head. On it, intricate golden threads were engraved, and I thought of the red patterns that came to my mind above the foreheads of zombies.
The woman, weathered by the storms of time, blinked her night-colored eyes and opened her mouth.
“My friend told me you wanted to meet a sorcerer. You must be the one who wants to see me, the foreign warrior.”
‘I wondered why there was no interpreter.’
The grandma sorcerer was fluent in the imperial language. Mihael quietly gave her attention from the side.
“This is Duchess Elizabeth Kittan of the Caladia Empire. Please show respect, sorcerer.”
“I’ve never said anything wrong.”
As the sorcerer did not bow, Michael’s mouth corners sharpened. I stopped him.
“No, Michael. I’m fine, so just let it go.”
“But…”
“It’s not a lie.”
When it wasn’t a lie, I felt honestly surprised. It was accurate since I, brought by Zero, was indeed a foreigner. The sorcerer, who seemed to see through my thoughts, was eerie, yet, at the same time, I hoped she could be a trustworthy person.
“We’ll step back.”
As a precaution, my party members decided to stay here as guards.
Although it felt somewhat deceitful to use Ashton, announced as a saint, in this way… except for me, no one questioned his silently standing there.
I formally greeted the sorcerer.
“Nice to meet you. I’m a sorcerer from the country of Quina in the desert. I am Elizabeth Kittan, the owner of Kittan Duchy. What is your name?”
“My name is Tyrium. I am a foreigner.”
“Tyrium.”
“I heard you wanted to meet a sorcerer. What is it that you want to know?”
Between deep wrinkles, her night-colored eyes shone brightly like twinkling stars. Could she provide the answers I sought? Anticipation rose within me.
“In truth, someone has appeared, a threat not only to this empire but to the entire world, turning people into monsters called zombies.”
“I heard as much. The lord who sent me here gave a rough explanation.”
“I believe that person is a sorcerer. However, the empire lacks advanced research on magic, and that’s why you were asked to come.”
“Are you claiming that Quina’s sorcerer is disrupting the empire?”
The sorcerer, with fierce eyes, looked almost ferocious. Despite Sherry’s gasp, I remained calm.
People can be scarier than zombies.
“No, not at all. I’m just seeking help.”
“What kind of help?”
“I want assistance in identifying the culprit. We have no information on who they are, why they’re using magic, and the like. My desire is to find and eliminate the culprit, bringing peace to this land.”
In a serious tone, I made my request. After scrutinizing me silently, Tyrium spoke.
“You seem to have seen the sorcerer’s symbol.”
“Yes.”
“What color was it?”
“It was red. The shape was like this.”
I drew the symbol on paper with the prepared pen and ink. Tyrium’s brow furrowed.
“This is…”
Before she could say more, a maid knocked on the reception room’s door.
“Your Grace, His Highness the Second Prince urgently requests your presence for a moment.”
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
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Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
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The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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