Right after dreaming, she saw Ivette’s inner thoughts. At first, she thought it was a delusion, but later she saw the mind of Count Pielion as well.
Twice couldn’t be a coincidence.
“Do you believe so strongly because you think I am Her Majesty’s Companion? Did the first Companion have such abilities?”
When Rasilia asked, Dekan slowly shook his head.
“No. There are many stories about the first Companion, but few are certain. That he was an extraordinary sorcerer and received the protection of the phoenix. However,”
“However?”
“Records remain that lies did not work on the first Companion. While there’s no talk of controlling human minds, there are accounts of him reading people’s hearts.”
” …I see.”
She was certain.
The dream she had was about the demon and the first Companion.
In the dream, she felt like she had become the Companion. Although she did not know why, such a transformation suggested that she was not unrelated to the Companion.
Suddenly, she felt warmth below her waist.
‘Could it be… because of the mark? Has the mark returned?’
She couldn’t see, but for some reason, it felt likely.
Rasilia clenched her fist and closed her eyes tightly.
It was strange.
Even though it made more sense that she had nothing to do with being the Companion of the Empire or the Emperor, it felt like everything else was shouting otherwise.
Even her dreams were doing so.
Since being reincarnated in the Empress’s body, Rasilia hadn’t had prophetic dreams. What she dreamt was far in the past.
Could she still call herself a prophet?
The prophet of the Delarta Kingdom was killed by Dreamweaver’s sword back then, and had she turned into something entirely different now?
Was the thread of the soul that guided the way in the land of the dead tangled only for her? Was that why she was still lost and deluding herself as a prophet?
Rasilia opened her eyes.
If she was lost, she had to find her way again.
Perhaps figuring out the meanings of the things happening to her now was a clue to finding her way.
“The ability to read people’s minds comes from the demons. It’s transferred by subjugating the blood.”
” …Her Majesty the Empress?”
Dekan seemed surprised, as if he didn’t expect Rasilia to say such a thing.
“How did you know? If I don’t know, it must be something that’s not in the records…”
“I’ve unintentionally read people’s minds twice.”
“Twice…”
“Too vivid to dismiss as a coincidence, yet too weak to be called a power. So, I’m not sure if that ability of mine was what reversed those two.”
Dekan understood what Rasilia was saying.
“It sounds confusing, not knowing exactly what has recently happened.”
“Yes, I am overwhelmed by what has befallen me. I don’t even know the meaning of these events. The same goes for this power. I’m not sure if it’s the power given to me, but I also don’t know how to use it.”
Dekan’s eyes, calm like ripples on water, seemed to understand Rasilia’s confusion.
Dekan pointed to Duke Pielion, who lay on the bed.
“Then why not try it on Duke Pielion? At least you’ll know the outcome.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
Rasilia nodded her head and approached Duke Pielion.
She gripped his shoulders and peered into his clouded eyes, just as she had done with the others.
‘What did I do then…’
It must have been a desperate moment. She would have wished for them to return to their usual selves, so everyone could be safe.
“Let go of the ritual you hold with your hand. I wish for your swift return.”
Her voice changed as it had before. It seemed to echo in her head, emanate from her heart, low but spreading like a gentle wave.
“Ah…”
Dekan softly uttered a sigh of admiration, looking at Rasilia.
“Uh, ugh…! Ugh!”
The Duke suddenly flung his arms about, convulsing.
“Your Majesty, the Empress!”
Dekan quickly rushed forward and pulled Rasilia away from the Duke.
“Uh, ugh! …Ah… cough!”
The Duke, writhing, spat out dark, lifeless blood.
“Duke Pielion!”
Having vomited, the Duke collapsed and closed his eyes.
His face seemed peaceful on the bloodstained quilt, and strangely he was not drooling as if soulless.
Dekan touched the Duke’s neck to check his temperature and pulse.
“It seems there’s nothing else wrong. Still, we should call a doctor.”
“Right. So, now Duke Pielion is…”
“As far as I can see, there’s been enough change. I don’t feel any other energy from him. We’ll know for sure once Duke Pielion wakes up, but wouldn’t this alone indicate that your Majesty, the Empress, possesses sufficient abilities?”
“That’s… no, wait.”
Something dawned on Rasilia and she raised her hand towards Dekan.
“Why, Your Majesty, the Empress?”
“If this really is a demonic power…”
Rasilia’s face turned pale.
Perhaps this was a bigger issue than whether she was a real companion or not.
“Doesn’t this mean that someone in the temple who took the rites of the Royal Foundation and Duke Pielion also possesses demonic power?”
“Damn…”
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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