Mother-in-Law Refuses to Regress! (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 27
Guinevere couldn’t think of any solution at all. What on earth was she supposed to do? Siod sighed as he watched her blank expression.
“Just flaunt it openly. Invite your friends over for parties and boast about your kids in high society.”
“…”
“Let’s start by inviting Larisa’s schoolmates first. That’s the easiest way.”
Guinevere obediently nodded. That wouldn’t be hard, after all. But Siod’s next words caught her completely off guard.
“For starters, you should redecorate that haunted-mansion-like residence to look more ordinary—what if one of the kids goes missing after visiting?”
“Haunted mansion?”
“Is that place really a normal noble estate? It’s more like the Demon King’s lair.”
The… Demon King? Was it really that bad?
“No one pointed it out during William’s birthday party.”
“They didn’t point it out because they couldn’t. I couldn’t attend myself, but from what I heard, everyone who went had the exact same reaction: ‘It really was terrifying.’ Raising children in such a bizarre place is bad for their emotional well-being. Please, just clean it up.”
Guinevere was flustered by this criticism she’d never even considered.
“…How exactly am I supposed to ‘clean it up’?”
“If you can’t do it yourself, hire someone. What good is hoarding all that money? Hire gardeners, and have the butler oversee a complete interior overhaul. You’re not running a charity—why did you gather so many eccentric mages? Each one shows off their individuality, and now the whole estate is an utter mess.”
Guinevere was left speechless. She hadn’t taken in those mages for no reason.
She herself had virtually no chance to study magic, so she’d simply wanted to give hardworking ones an opportunity.
“And why are there so many strange men in a house where a woman lives alone? Throw them all out.”
Hedel was the only one she’d formally taken as a disciple—he was the first orphan she’d taken in when he was young—but she’d held some expectations for the others too, hoping that someday one of them might break through their limits, just as she had…
“Huh? Bera. Are you even listening to me? Don’t tell me you’ve taken a liking to one of those rascals! Damn it, no wonder most of them are men…”
Had she been lonely, after all? Guinevere was startled by her own childishness. She’d gathered them one by one but never shown them any real attention—just collected them and left them be.
It felt like she’d become a pathetic person raising dozens of stray cats without properly caring for any of them. She really needed to sort this out somehow.
“Bera, are you listening to me???”
And so, the great cleaning of the estate began.
“Was this even here in my garden? How ghastly.”
Guinevere was inspecting the garden with her newly hired gardener and Hedel. She planned to create a garden where Larisa’s friends could play freely.
But right in the center of the garden loomed a giant carnivorous plant, large enough to swallow a child whole, its maw gaping wide. It even bared its teeth as she approached. Just as she grabbed the insolent weed by the scruff—
“Aaah! Lady Guinevere! Please let go of our Margaret!”
The mage who cultivated poisonous and carnivorous plants in the garden wailed.
“Those are like my own children! I’ve spent over ten years researching them!!”
Margaret? Guinevere loosened her grip. If they were like his children, she couldn’t bring herself to destroy them. Kindly, she said,
“Move them all out. I’ll give you one week.”
“But without this garden’s soil… they’ll…”
As the mage mumbled, Guinevere turned and enveloped her entire body in flames.
“Shall I burn them right now?”
“No, please!”
But that wasn’t the only problem. While walking aimlessly through the backyard, Guinevere sank into a marsh and lifted her muddy foot.
“Why is there a marsh here?”
Hedel hurriedly summoned its owner. The mage appeared instantly via teleportation and declared solemnly,
“Lady Guinevere, you mustn’t touch this marsh. It’s the habitat of the world’s last remaining big-eyed crocodile. Look! See those innocent, enormous eyes!”
The big-eyed crocodile was enormous not just in its eyes but in size too. It was baffling how such a massive creature was content living in such a tiny marsh.
“…Hmph. I’ll give you one week as well. Release it into the wild.”
“Release it? Rosalyn is my companion crocodile! I can’t live without Rosalyn!”
“Release her too.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Hedel immediately whisked the crocodile’s owner away.
Guinevere sighed. Aside from that, thorny vines covered the walls, and clusters of giant poisonous mushrooms—large enough to sit on—completed the scene. No wonder Siod called it a haunted mansion.
Turning to the gardener, who was trembling behind her, she asked,
“How long will it take to clear all this and make a normal garden?”
“At least… a year, minimum…”
“I’ll give you one month.”
“Pardon?”
“I can’t wait a whole year. Make it a normal yet beautiful garden within a month.”
The gardener turned pale and asked,
“Do you mean… by myself?”
He hadn’t signed a contract yet, and he was already considering running away, when—
“Can’t do it alone? Then hire more people. Buy whatever you need.”
In a flash, an ordinary gardener became the chief gardener of the grand estate, steeling himself with solemn resolve.
“I’ll definitely make it happen!”
But the problem wasn’t just the garden. After touring the mansion’s interior with the butler, Guinevere sighed and said,
“Butler, why is the house such a mess?”
The butler, Leonard, replied with a sorrowful face,
“My lady, I’m just a powerless butler. I can manage the servants, but how could I possibly control the mages?”
The old butler lamented.
The estate certainly hadn’t been like this when she first bought it—it had turned into a den of sorcery because mad mages had settled into every room and decorated even the corridors to their own whims.
Guinevere, who usually moved around via teleportation without a second thought, had never inspected the estate so thoroughly before. That’s how it had come to this…
“The servants must have suffered greatly.”
“Khuh… You finally understand. Truth be told, even with the highest industry wages, most people are too scared and run away.”
“This won’t do. Hedel, summon everyone.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Dozens of mages gathered in the center of the lobby, staring at each other in bewilderment.
“Everyone’s here.”
Guinevere scanned them once and spoke.
“I have something important to say to all of you. Until now, I’ve provided rooms and research funds. Yet not one of you has produced results worthy of my approval.”
“U-um, Lady Guinevere! I have a question!”
“Shut up.”
The mage snapped his mouth shut with a squeak.
“I left you useless lot alone because I thought you might become useful someday. Instead, you’ve turned my estate into a haunted mansion and spread pointless rumors. No more showing off.”
“I object!”
“Speak.”
“The rumor that Lady Guinevere is a witch who eats people has nothing to do with us!”
Said the man who grew a child-devouring carnivorous plant right in the garden.
“I also have something to say!”
“Go ahead.”
“Why this sudden change? Have you taken a fancy to playing noble?”
Snap. Something broke inside her head. Guinevere muttered darkly,
“Playing noble?”
“I believed you valued substance over appearances! Now you’re suddenly talking about beautifying the estate and kicking us out!”
“I never said I’d kick you out.”
“Huh?”
“That sounds like a good idea too.”
“…Huh?”
Guinevere smiled brightly and said,
“I’ll get rid of you freeloaders, beautify the estate, and play noble. Everyone, vacate your rooms.”
It was a bolt from the blue. The mages glared murderously at the one who’d mentioned “playing noble.” One of them suddenly raised his hand and spoke.
“Lady Guinevere! I’m extremely useful! Let me prove my worth!”
“How?”
“W-well… just tell me what to do!”
Guinevere replied with a bored expression,
“Do you really think I’d have anything for you to do? Then again… Butler, is there any suitable task for him?”
“Lord Mirvoy is an excellent wind mage. We’ll soon need to wash and organize the spring bedding—it would be helpful if he could assist with drying the laundry.”
“Fine. You stay.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
It was a bit humiliating, but drying laundry in exchange for keeping his generous research funding and prestigious affiliation with Rodante was still a profitable deal.
Seeing this, others began raising their hands too.
“Butler! What can I do? Just assign me anything!”
“Ah, in that case, Lord Halden, could you enchant every fireplace in the mansion with temperature-regulating magic?”
“I can do it!”
“And me! What can I do? Please, Butler!”
“Hehehe.”
The butler grinned happily. Guinevere had never seen him look so joyful in all their years together. Watching him, she found herself in good spirits too.
“Well, though you’re utterly useless to me, if the butler needs you, you may stay. I take that to mean you’ll all cooperate well. Any objections?”
In unison, they shouted,
“None!”
“Clear everything from the corridors too. If even one dangerous item remains and catches a guest’s eye, you’ll be thrown out.”
“Yes! Understood!”
At last, Guinevere smiled in satisfaction.
*
Though the mages had agreed to cooperate to avoid immediate eviction, they weren’t without grievances. After all, kindness often begins to feel like an entitlement.
Thus, Hedel proposed this idea.
“Shall we build a tower?”
“Yes. That area has been a wasteland since the war ruined the master’s old place—nobody lives there anyway. It’s near the border, so the Imperial Palace pays it no mind. How about the master builds a tower there and relocates the mages?”
“Why a tower specifically?”
“Since it’s a border region, if we claim we’re building a tall tower as a watchtower, the permit should be easy to obtain. It’ll also imply we’re deploying mages to the front lines, so the Imperial Court will welcome the idea.”
That made sense.
“Besides… as you can see, if we house them in another mansion-style building, it’ll inevitably become another chaotic mess. Better to put one mage per floor in a tower—no one outside will even notice.”
“Excellent idea. I’ll entrust this to you.”
And so, Guinevere became the first Archmage of the Tower.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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