Upon seeing the massive magic power, Undine felt genuinely like her entire body, starting with her ears, was hurting.
Such a strong demon is scary, really scary……
Just as quickly as she had appeared, Undine disappeared.
“It’s amazing. Even spirits have times when they can’t hear well.”
Agares, who knew the reason for her hasty departure, looked down at Evelia and let out a low chuckle.
The little kid who doesn’t know how to lie, even to spirits, was quite amusing.
“Well, keep reading. Kid.”
“This is… Casa!”
As Evelia tapped the word and read it aloud, a warm breeze blew near the chair she was sitting in. It was a warmth slightly warmer than a campfire.
[….Contract…..]A tiny voice followed, but Evelia, who was focused on showing her demon friend how well she could read, failed to hear it as she continued reading by tapping the next character with her hand.
“This one is, Sylph!”
This time, a cool wind rustled Evelia’s golden hair.
Due to the cold, all doors and windows were closed, so it was a natural wind without any fire in the room.
[It’s me, Syl…..]Sylph, who had appeared fresh, hadn’t even finished her selfintroduction. Evelia was still frowning and focusing.
“And Noi! No, um…Noah!”
The ground vibrated slightly, but Evelia’s short legs were dangling in the air, so she couldn’t feel the vibration at all.
“Baba! Did I read all correctly? I’m now five. Five years old!”
Evelia looked up at Agares, who was sitting next to her, her eyes sparkling.
She acted as if she had achieved something remarkable. Her oceanblue eyes were filled with pride.
Without realizing it, Agares lifted his hand towards Evelia, then abruptly clenched his fist.
He wanted to pinch that mochilike cheek in praise.
Even if they were friends, even if she was a young child. It was something that shouldn’t be done without permission.
“You read very well. When did our kid grow up like this?”
Instead, he played along with her.
As if reflecting her good mood, Evelia’s soft lips formed a gentle arc and her little feet jumped around a little more.
“But kiddo, do something about those.”
When he winked at the lower spirits she had summoned, Evelia only then turned her gaze away from her friend.
Fire bird Casa, fairylike Sylph, gnome Noah in a pointy hat.
For some reason, all the tiny spirits were trembling.
“Huh? What are all these?”
“Hmm? The ones you just summoned.”
“Me?”
Me? When? I just read the book by touching it with my hand?
I only made a contract with Undine?
Evelia’s eyes widened as big as lanterns.
“Am…am I a genius, Baba! Since I have no talent for swordsmanship, should I go this way! Why is that!”
Well, that’s not it.
In the part where the child made a contract only with Undine, he was sure.
It was not visible to his eyes, but it was clear to this little one that the seals of the spirit kings were imprinted.
Only those who have received the seals of the spirit kings can summon spirits without chanting a summoning spell during a contract with the spirit.
Even then, only spirits of the same attribute as the spirit king who bestowed the blessing could be summoned once it reached the intermediate spirit.
Even reaching the highlevel spirit, a separate contract had to be made.
However, lower spirits could summon all four attributes, no matter which spirit king they received the seal from.
The love of the spirit king was very, very, very rare for humans, not according to the concept of human time, but according to the concept of Aghares time.
So naturally, it was not written in the spirit book.
This was information that could be known only by the likes of Aghares who ruled a whole world.
“…a seal.”
How dare some spirit king.
A moment of discomfort flashed in Aghares’s calm golden eyes.
“Little one. Try reading this too.”
He pointed to a page with the name of an intermediate spirit.
Even without it, his low voice was deeper and lower due to the discomfort he had tried to endure.
“Uh… Undine, Sylph, Salamander, Gnome.”
She read each word, tilting her head at the request of her friend. She read with help where the letters were blocked.
Soon, what appeared in front of her were Undine, the intermediate spirit of water, and Sylph, the intermediate spirit of wind.
“Heeek? I’m a real genius! A genius elementalist of water and wind!”
No, that’s not it.
He denied it firmly once more to himself.
“Elaim. Perseus.”
He murmured as if chewing on the words immediately.
Demons and spirits are polar opposites.
But highranking demons like Aghares and highranking spirits like the spirit kings did not necessarily oppose each other.
Even if they did not like each other, they recognized that they were both races that made up one axis of this world.
And they had far too many responsibilities to show their sharp teeth.
Leaving all that aside, Aghares fundamentally did not have the disposition to be interested in other beings.
So he had no feelings for the spirit kings.
They were just beings he didn’t particularly want to meet.
That was until just a little while ago.
“I want to see them once.”
Who would have thought that he would want to ‘meet’ the spirit kings in his life?
Of course, he wasn’t planning on creating an atmosphere where, ‘You’re my friend, and my friend is your friend, so we’re all friends!’
Rather, it was the opposite.
This little one is my friend, so erase this ominous and dirty seal, maybe.
‘I can’t even show that I feel bad.’
How dare he.
In fact, he had seen the crown prince reading a book about friends in his secret base.
Inevitably, thinking so, he secretly pulled out a book called [100 Ways for You to Be a Good Friend].
The book said, ‘Friendship is equal without hierarchy.’
He closed the book as soon as he saw that phrase.
It was nonsense.
There’s no hierarchy in friendship?
No, there definitely was.
After thinking deeply, he finally admitted it.
He was afraid that this relationship would break.
In the first friendship he had, the little one was thoroughly the superior, and he was the perfect inferior.
So in the end, the only words he could spit out were soft pleas.
“Don’t go somewhere and get buried in stuff.”
Especially things like the seal of another being. Something like a trace.
Especially even more so.
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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