“The empire’s theft of protection wasn’t done by a god. It was started by humans who wanted to manipulate even the gods at will, Wyatt.”
“But don’t you know that people almost died because of the drought?”
“That too. If she hadn’t been trapped, it wouldn’t have happened.”
“…….”
In the end, Wyatt closed his mouth.
Timothy sighed deeply.
“I remember the way we looked when we first came here. We were in tattered clothes and barefoot. In this winter.”
Wyatt chewed his cracked lips.
“Even if that’s the case with that woman, what will happen to Princess Kelita? She saw everything, so Emperor Gerard won’t stay still. Will there be a war?”
Lakrahan looked at Wyatt with a smirk.
“It seems like you forgot about the war, not me.”
Wyatt smacked his lips.
He was ranting about war in front of a monster that had broken through two continents with the knights now in the north.
“This is the best way to regain the protection of the north and the empire, Wyatt. Emperor Gerard won’t want to lose his power to the goddess. We’re fed up with drought and heavy snow now.”
Lakrahan stood up and patted Wyatt’s shoulder.
“Plus, if you haven’t rusted, I’m confident in winning any war.”
Wyatt forcibly pulled down the corner of his mouth, which kept trying to curl up, as he watched Lakrahan leave the room.
Timothy smiled as if he found such Wyatt adorable and headed outside.
[Star Icon]Bercheria was sitting on the edge of the bed with a vacant face.
She had been through so much in such a short time that her head felt numb.
‘Bercheria?’
‘That woman was the goddess of weather?’
She buried her face in her hands.
Her greatest fear until now had been her identity being revealed to the world.
“Mother will come.”
Her pale hands were trembling.
The fear of her mother was ingrained deep in Bercheria’s bones.
Her world consisted only of the tower and her mother from a very young age.
Then, the time when her mother, who used to bring dry bread every day, didn’t come for a few days.
A rope miraculously fell in front of Bercheria.
She pondered over it for days.
It might be a trap.
What if it’s an opportunity?
No matter how much she thought, the conclusion was one.
Even if it might be a trap, she couldn’t miss this opportunity.
Thus, Bercheria climbed down the rope and went outside.
She had no missionlike feeling to save humans or recover all her powers.
She just wanted to get away from her mother.
“Everyone knows now.”
Who I am. Why I’m here.
I wiped my face, got up from the bed, and walked to the window.
Below, people gathered, whispering and looking at Bercheria’s window, but quickly avoided her gaze when their eyes met.
Bercheria gritted her teeth.
There was a phrase that had been in her memory for a very long time.
Rumors are faster than the wind.
“I have to run away.”
Bercheria turned her body, opened the door, and went outside.
That was the end of it.
There was nothing to take, no one to say goodbye to.
Her heart pounded as though it would burst, fearful that her mother would hear the rumors and be on her way to find her.
She felt chilled to the bone, as if her mother had chased her to the very jaws of death.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared, blocking Bercheria’s path as she hurried down the stairs.
“…Lakrahan.”
“Where are you going?”
The dense, lowered eyelashes and the calm black pupils within seemed to press down on Bercheria.
“Are you running away right here, right now?”
Bercheria bit the inside of her cheek painfully.
He was standing a few steps below her on the stairs, so their eye levels were equal.
She slightly bowed her head.
Then she nodded again.
She hadn’t learned how to lie.
She was running away right now. That was an undeniable fact.
“…Yes.”
Bercheria moistened her lips, ready to say that her mother might be coming after her, but couldn’t bring herself to say it.
She was already thankful enough for having lived safely thanks to Lakrahan.
Thanks to him, she had regained some strength, and if she could continue to live in hiding alone, maybe she could prevent her power from running wild.
“Why are you running away?”
She felt a sharpness in his voice for a moment.
“Did my proposal of marriage offend you that much?”
Lakrahan was looking at her with an angry expression.
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?
——
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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