Ifrit dried up all the water on the maids’ mops while they were cleaning. It was because he didn’t like thinking about Elaim.
‘Once the demon left, the spirit kings took over our house.’
With a growing headache, Elyssia decided to pass the situation on to her mother. Between the spirit kings absorbed in the dustpan and mop, Elaim quietly moved her steps.
‘Just defeated two enemies, and now two more have appeared.’
However, Perseus, who had been concentrating on Elaim, followed her like a ghost.
“Little one! Where are you going? Take your sister with you!”
“In my room…”
“Let’s go to the room!”
As the two Spirit Kings continued to circle around her, with every step they took, Elaim’s path was often obstructed several times. It seemed as if they were even attempting to initiate another contract. Elaim gradually started to find the Spirit Kings annoying.
“Little one, try calling your sister. Huh? Perseus, give it a try. Pe[Dash]r[Dash]se[Dash]us.”
‘It’s a trap. I shouldn’t call.’
Elaim, cleverly anticipating that summoning these Spirit Kings and entering into a contract with them would jeopardize her quiet life, began to feel irritated.
“Pe[Dash]r[Dash]se[Dash]us. Is it difficult to pronounce because you’re still a little one?”
“Ahem. While we’re at it, let me try calling too. I[Dash]f[Dash]ri[Dash]t.”
Knowing that they were still considered little ones, the Spirit Kings chased after her, pronouncing each syllable slowly. Elaim had truly had enough.
Eventually, Elaim covered her ears with earmuffs used in winter, shouting “Eve prohibition! Eve prohibition!” as she ran away.
“Eve prohibition! Eve prohibition!”
So, it took half a day for the two Spirit Kings to push into the Artina Ducal Palace and secure their foothold.
“Pe[Dash]r[Dash]se[Dash]us.”
“I[Dash]f[Dash]ri[Dash]t.”
“Pe[Dash]r[Dash]se[Dash]us.”
“I[Dash]f[Dash]ri[Dash]t.”
Elaim, who had been covering her ears and occasionally running away, eventually had to take drastic measures.
“Uwaaaa! Elaim! Please take your friends[Dash]!”
She never imagined that she would end up using the Spirit Kings, whom she had saved for demon extermination, to drive away other Spirit Kings.
Elaim, appearing with a refreshing water storm, smiled apologetically and said, “I’m sorry, contractor. It seems I was really envious of these two making a contract with Eve. Don’t worry; I’ll keep them confined somewhere. Rest assured.”
“Ew, formal language! Little one, you’re being deceived[Dash] ugh!”
Blocking Perseus’s mouth, Elaim seized Ifrit’s collar and, with a smiling glance at Evelia, disappeared in an instant.
Staring at the empty space, Evelia let out a relieved sigh.
“It seems I’ve chosen the most normal Spirit King as my contractor. What a relief.”
Meanwhile, Evelia, having chosen the most normal Spirit King, threatened Perseus and Ifrit, whom she brought to the Spirit Realm.
“If you don’t want to get wiped out, stop bothering me.”
“We don’t want to. This dual personality.”
“We don’t like it. This dual personality.”
However, conventional threats were unlikely to work on the two Spirit Kings. Elaim, as if anticipating, calmly pulled out an extraordinary move without a hint of hesitation.
It was lethal, and she had tried not to resort to this method. But for the peaceful well-being of her contractor, there was no other choice.
“Go find my contractor immediately and expose all of your dark history.”
“Dark history? What dark history?”
“If we expose a very old dark history, my contractor probably won’t want to see you anymore. Let’s go up the timeline. Perseus, when you were just born, you wrote a romance novel about Agares. What was the title again… ‘In the Devil’s Flower Garden’…”
“Hey! Nobody, not even Agares’ child, knows about that! When did I write that, and why bring it up?”
“Ifrit, back in the days when you were a mercenary, you gave yourself a nickname and spread it around. It was something like ‘Hurricane Black Flame Dragon.'”
“Hurricane Black Flame Dragon… Anyway, sorry. I’ll bother your contractor less.”
Watching, Troy chuckled and patted the shoulders of the two Spirit Kings.
“The innocent child contracted with the least normal Spirit King. How about that?”
Without any reaction, Elaim returned to the water realm. Well, whatever. As long as she acted good in front of her contractor, it was fine.
The sparsely populated mountain range, despite the bright moon, had a desolate atmosphere. However, for the soldiers ablaze with the joy of victory, it was a scene where there was no shortage of toasting with a drink.
According to Arkan’s orders, all the soldiers were preparing for the camp, and the bustling sounds of unfolding sleeping bags and the crackling of fires echoed in the wind.
At that moment, a rider rushed straight towards the camp, disregarding the soldiers’ attempts to stop him. A red flag on the rider’s back indicated his status as a messenger.
“Cough… Cough… Where is Duke and Young Duke?”
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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