“I love her.”
Sion’s words were met with a long silence from the sacred sword. After a while, the warm voice spoke again in his heart.
‘Sion Belpast, my descendant. You’re living another life.’
“Yes.”
‘That life… was given to you by the woman you desire. Did you know?’
‘!’
What did that mean?
The sacred sword continued.
‘She indeed brought you back to life. That’s all I can tell you.’
After a moment, Sion couldn’t believe his eyes.
Lapis, which had been floating high and unreachable, began to descend slowly towards him, moving of its own volition.
‘Is it my time to find peace at last?’
“Are you God Belpast?”
Sion asked.
‘I’ve been called a sacred swordsman, a god, and now a sacred sword, but I am merely a being. Sion, I will respond to your prayer.’
Slowly… the sacred sword finally settled in front of Sion and gently leaned to one side.
This was Sion’s first time seeing the sacred sword so close, a sight unseen by anyone for over a thousand years.
The blade, looking like stone, or rather, like gray steel without any decoration.
The hilt, nothing but black smoke.
Yet the aura surrounding the sword emitted a holy blue light.
‘Sion Belpast.’
‘Yes.’
‘We might meet again someday.’
“Yes.”
Sion didn’t ask what that meant; if it was the will of the gods, he would understand when the time came.
Kneeling before the sword, he bowed his head to the ground. How could he express his gratitude?
“Thank you… thank you… thank you.”
‘Hurry.’
That was the last thing the sword said.
Sion reached out and grasped the smoky hilt.
As he did, the blue aurora of the sword expanded and enveloped him.
Countless nobles of Belpast were gathered on the stairs below the room of the sacred sword, blocked by the steward.
“Is the Duke going to be alright? Hurry and bring him down for treatment.”
The steward yelled back at the nobles’ angry voices.
“Can anyone among us open this door? Will God Belpast open it for us?”
Leuwine stared fiercely at everyone.
Sir Arcadia Nugent had told him to block this entrance at the risk of his own life. It was also the Duke’s command.
Leuwine Axel, even if that command turned out to be the young lord’s last, would follow it.
Franz Antoine voiced his sorrow.
“We can’t open the door, not anyone but a Belpast. But it’s already been half a day!”
“Didn’t you hear the Knight Deputy? The Duke said he would definitely come back.”
“…”
“What are you all waiting for? Go down and find a way to save Knight Esdel. Didn’t you hear she’s a Sword Master?”
Leuwine pleaded.
A Sword Master.
A fearsome being capable of conquering the continent alone.
Yet there she was, dying of black magic, and the Duke, poisoned and bloodied, trapped in the room of the sacred sword.
Which of the two held the future?
The nobles could only utter painful groans, unable to decide.
Then, from below.
“Bring more doctors!”
Arcadia’s cry echoed from the medical room.
“Do anything you can! You useless magician! Anything!”
Boom
The sound of desperation filled the air.
The sound of the empire’s greatest magician, Eodel, being flung away by black magic echoed again.
Kwakwakwang
The door of the medical room and even the stairs in front of it burst open due to the shock.
“Esdel!”
“Miss Esdel! Open your eyes!”
“Huooong! Esdel!”
“Aeude (Esdel)!”
The sorrowful cries of the knights shook the castle.
Then.
Gooouuuu
The sound of something heavy moving was heard.
Startled by the sound, Leuwine turned around.
The door to the blue sapphire room was opening.
And… the Duke, enveloped in a blue aura, was walking out of there.
In his left hand, turned black, he held a sword that looked like grey and black smoke.
Seeing him, everyone knelt down on the spot.
Leuwine also knelt, trembling in the blue aura emitted by the sword, or rather, collapsed.
A silent authority overwhelmed the space. No one dared even to whimper.
As the Duke descended the stairs, the nobles moved aside, unable to look up at him.
After he passed, Infidel Nugent exclaimed.
“Ah… God Belpast!”
A cry mixed with fear, admiration, and awe.
Franz Antoine shouted with a broken voice.
“For the first time in a thousand years, the sacred sword has revealed itself! Sion Belpast! The Duke has revealed it!”
Tears streamed down the old noble’s face.
A cold whirlwind swept over where the sacred sword’s energy had passed. Leuwine staggered to her feet.
Esdel’s recording stone fell from her embrace. But the steward did not notice.
The green stone rolled down the stairs, following the Duke, and stopped in front of the widely open medical room.
Unheard by its owner to ‘stop,’ the stone began to capture everything in front of it.
“Make way! Sir Nugent!”
At the shout of General Mobius, Arcadia turned around.
Pale as if drained of all blood, holding the fainting Esdel.
Arcadia’s eyes met Sion, who held the sacred sword.
Unknowingly, Arcadia stood up.
And like everyone else, knelt before the sacred sword and its bearer, Sion Belpast.
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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