The magical barrier consumes magic stones. While immediate recovery is possible if attacked from outside, the broken part must be fixed by constantly feeding in magic stones.
So I understood why Merion and the wizards were anxious.
But seeing the zombies, who could not detect the Keaton Duke’s mansion protected by the magical barrier, nor us inside, I felt there was a chance of winning.
“Wizards, this is different from the time when we headed recklessly toward the royal palace with you. The magical barrier is working to our geographical advantage.”
The scent of the people inside the Duke’s mansion is not carried to the zombies outside due to the barrier.
They don’t know our location.
“If we have weapons that can pierce the enemy from afar, we have a chance. No, not just a chance, but a greater probability of annihilating them.”
I took one of the magic bullet guns from the holster around my waist and placed it on the table.
The gun, custommade from the mage tower, with a silver silhouette and faintly violet finish, reminded one of Elizabeth Keaton.
“This gun. It uses only magic bullets, so it can hit targets accurately even at a distance.”
There were still plenty of bullets left. Having inherited my parents’ hobby, I was a regular at the shooting cafe, so killing zombies with Zero’s help was possible.
“With this, I can catch at least three.”
My words left the people gathered in the conference room unable to hide their astonishment.
“How can a noble young lady be so brave?”
“The lady used to enjoy hunting, didn’t she? That must be why!”
I felt a bit embarrassed, but fortunately, the original Elizabeth Keaton also enjoyed shooting.
“A little… She enjoyed hunting indiscriminately, so the previous Duke issued a prohibition. But her skills must not have rusted!”
So that’s how it was, the original Elizabeth. Even if you are dead, you won’t be reborn in paradise.
I was avenging the names of my poor furry friends when Butler Patrick quietly raised his hand.
“I understand your brave plan, Duke, but… magic bullets are precious weapons; saving them would be better for surviving later, I dare say.”
Patrick’s words were not wrong; it was something I had been pondering myself.
“That’s….”
As I was about to explain, Michael pulled something out of the bag he was carrying.
“Sir Michael, what’s that?”
“Ah, these are items I found while whittling wooden sticks for the servants at the Duke’s mansion.”
Michael had been granted permission to freely access the Duke’s armory since he had made a pact to protect me.
What he pulled out of the bag were crossbows and small magic bombs resembling grenades.
“Thanks to your permission, I discovered these crossbows and magic bombs in the armory. They were all made in the mage tower, so they are more powerful than ordinary crossbows and bombs.”
‘When did he find those weapons!’
I looked at Michael for the first time with a satisfied smile.
Good job. You really earn your meals!
Given that Michael is a hardworking knight, he consumes a tremendous amount of calories, so I had once told the mansion’s chef to make his meals as rich as possible.
“So that’s why that knight kept getting delicious steak dinners?”
“That’s right.”
Zero swallowed his saliva, recalling the Duke’s special steak dinners.
I was proud to have fed him expensive beef.
Although a bit annoying, I felt relieved that he was doing things I hadn’t even asked for.
Michael continued to speak, looking awkward under my passionate gaze.
“The crossbow is designed to be easily operated even by someone who has never used a bow before. As for the magic bomb, if you shoot it at zombies like a slingshot, it could be a great weapon under the current conditions, so I brought it.”
The crossbows and small magic bombs were plentiful, fitting for the wealthy Keaton Duke’s family.
And I felt a bit of morale boost from Michael’s words, saying that even those without combat experience could manage.
“If Sir Michael says so…… can’t we do it too?”
“It’s better to fight than to hide. We can’t just be holed up in the Duke’s residence forever.”
“The Duke himself said he would take the lead, and as his servants, we cannot just stand by!”
Two young maids raised their hands first as representatives.
“Can women do it too?”
Michael answered their question calmly.
“Of course. As I said, these are made in the magic tower, so you can shoot something like a crossbow without much effort.”
“Then we want to do it.”
‘Those girls were surely friends of Lina, weren’t they?’
Their faces were familiar. Lina, along with a brownhaired and blackhaired maid, showed courage.
“We want to protect the Duke’s residence. Let us fight together!”
“Emily, Rose…….”
At the young maids’ offer, the servants were first surprised, then one by one, they steeled themselves.
“If the young ones are stepping forward, we can’t just stand by.”
“We will fight with you, Your Grace.”
Housekeeper Miliana and Butler Patrick stood up and bowed before me.
‘A good momentum has been built.’
I had no reason to refuse this.
“Execute the zombie extermination plan.”
Clink. The sound of the magic bullet being loaded into the silver gun was refreshing.
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…
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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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