About three minutes had passed since Dechan started chanting.
Rescal, seemingly casually, uttered such words.
“Summoning from there will take time. Will you continue waiting?”
“I intend to.”
Lasillia lightly tapped the space beside her on the sofa.
“In that case, have a seat here. We don’t know how long you’ll have to wait, so shall we share some tea?”
“Tea is fine. But I won’t move from here. I’ll stay here.”
“Pii?”
Pippi looked at Rescal somewhat perplexed.
Lasillia felt the same.
“While Your Majesty doesn’t seem to forget what you said, there’s probably no need to stay so far away. How about pulling a chair or something closer?”
“No.”
Rescal even pushed the chair further back.
“Pii.”
Pippi made a sound as if mocking something unfitting. Even though there would be a sticky, chewy sound, Rescal didn’t spare a glance at Pippi.
“You being so far away makes me a bit sad.”
My true feelings came out unintentionally.
When the words came out, I was surprised, but Lasillia soon erased her confusion and slowly faced Rescal. Somehow, she seemed to have adapted to Rescal sitting next to her.
Now, with their bodies snugly side by side, feeling the warmth from him, hearing his gentle voice up close, and not having subtle gestures like holding hands or placing lips on shoulders felt empty. However, Rescal remained blissfully unaware of this fact, staying so far away.
“Your Majesty, are you alright?”
“No. I can’t be okay.”
He said that.
But Rescal didn’t have a face that seemed like he was trying to say something other than that.
Right now, Rescal’s gold eyes were so hot that they seemed to melt, and they were neither warm nor affectionate.
Rather, they were chillingly stiff.
“It’s because it’s easier to see from a distance.”
“What are you talking about?”
“How much life force you are consuming.”
“…What?”
The gold eyes, which usually had a different temperature, distorted in a frightening way.
“I didn’t know about it. I realized it only after you spoke.”
“What are you talking about, Your Majesty.”
“The power you sent the demon away with, that’s also magic.”
“…?”
The temperature in the gold eyes, now showing a completely different temperature, was scary.
“That’s probably why you vomited blood. Your body couldn’t handle that power. Am I wrong?”
Rescal’s current expression overlapped with the image of the demon in his dream.
They weren’t much different. Even a cold face was, in fact, very affectionate.
“…It will be a short while. The problem will disappear once I can handle it properly.”
“When will that be?”
Rescal clenched his fists.
“Well, it won’t take that long.”
“Does that demon know about this? Do they know that the more you use your power, the more life force is consumed?”
“I don’t… know.”
But for some reason, the thought that it might be the case crossed Lasillia’s mind. Although straightforward attacks couldn’t kill her, accumulating losses were creating a burden.
“What happens when you completely rely on blood? What if even more magic power is transferred at that time? What will happen to you then?”
She didn’t know.
“I would probably never have known. If it weren’t for Lady Shuraiden.”
“…”
What bothered Rescal the most was that she had to endure something he didn’t know about.
That her life was difficult in a place he didn’t know.
“That’s not good at all.”
Lasillia looked at Rescal, who was sitting far away, as if gently stroking him with her eyes.
She didn’t know.
Whether she would say the same words as in her dream.
“I will control this power. It won’t take long.”
“…Until then, you will probably have to endure pain. I don’t know how I should handle that.”
Rescal, saying so, looked more painful.
So he thought. The future where he killed himself would never happen.
“Then I will tell you.”
Rescal sent a glance instead of words.
Lasillia smiled and lightly patted the seat next to her.
“Come over here and sit. Put aside the thoughts that fill your mind for a moment, hold my hand, and it will be much better.”
“…You,”
Rescal wiped his face with his palm, making a pained sound.
“Just by talking, you torture me.”
“Fair enough. Thanks to you, my body is also a bit uncomfortable.”
For that reason alone, Rescal couldn’t refuse anything Lasillia asked him to do.
Rescal eventually moved his seat.
Worried that he might keep a distance when sitting next to her, Lasillia first grabbed his sleeve.
“If I were human, I would be dead now. Because my heart would have stopped.”
Rescal mumbled, half exaggerating and confessing, and Lasillia pulled him into a warm hug.
“Now Your Majesty looks more like Your Majesty.”
Lasillia laughed and mumbled, and Rescal said that he might have died not once but several times.
The time waiting for the wizard from Trinid had passed slowly.
Rescal was more restless while waiting for the wizard. Just as Lasillia desperately needed a way to heal Evette, he also wanted healing magic for Lasillia.
But the wizard from Trinid didn’t appear even after a day.
There was a reason for that.
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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