“What does that mean now?”
Summer’s voice trembled finely. Due to her pale complexion, her blue eyes stood out even more clearly.
Suddenly, Demian felt the urge to touch Summer’s eyes.
The icy blue color was treated similarly to purple in the empire.
A prime example was Russell Bertrand of the Bertrand family.
From Demian’s perspective, who had clawed his way up, there were times when he felt twisted inside at the praise directed towards him.
“Well. You can interpret it however you like.”
Demian smiled. Summer immediately recognized his expression.
Demian had returned to being the Pope again. With flowing lavender hair, pure and holy.
“If there’s no proof that it won’t harm me, I’ll never trust Your Holiness forever.”
“Faith doesn’t come from evidence. Though doubt can come from evidence.”
“……”
“It was a pleasant time, Summer.”
As the Pope finished speaking, a strong wind blew. Carried on the wind were the desperate voices of devotees searching for the Pope.
“Everyone’s looking for Your Holiness. Let’s go down now.”
“Alright. Summer, please come to me anytime you feel troubled. That’s my joy.”
The Pope turned first and descended the hill. Summer gazed blankly at the Pope’s receding back.
His brilliant hair flowing over his white priestly robes no longer seemed purely beautiful.
[This is the timeline separator]“Mary. I’m back.”
Summer greeted Mary with a fairly familiar attitude upon returning to the mansion.
Mary, who had been vigorously wiping cat paw prints off the windowsill in Summer’s room, stood up and bowed politely.
“You’ve returned safely again today.”
“You sound a bit tired of me returning safely now.”
Summer said playfully, and Mary retorted without backing down.
“That’s not true. As I always say, I’m someone who wants the young miss to live on.”
Mary placed a silver tray on the table with eyes tinged with fatigue. The silver tray was piled high with envelopes.
“What’s that?”
Summer asked, moving close to Mary’s side.
“They’re all invitations addressed to you, young miss. Would you like to see them?”
“There’s so many.”
“Ah, young miss. You’ll attend the hunting festival, right?”
“Hunting festival?”
Has that much time passed already? Summer blinked slowly, lost in thought.
At the hunting festival, Julian is chased by villains’ ambush and barely escapes with Ian’s help.
However, due to the overwhelming number of assassins, Ian and Julian end up falling off a cliff.
At the bottom of the cliff, inside a cave, Julian treats Ian’s wounds sustained while protecting her.
That’s how Ian realizes Julian was that child from his childhood.
It was an event close to the climax in terms of emotional realization. In other words, it meant that Summer now had just over two weeks left before she had to return.
“I have to participate.”
“You’re not thinking of something again, are you?”
Mary asked while tidying up the cleaning supplies.
“Mary. A person who doesn’t think is dead.”
“People can’t live on thoughts alone.”
“Why does everyone around me only say correct things?”
“How fortunate for you.”
“…You’re right, Mary.”
Ah. With a short exclamation, Summer froze as if surprised. It was very natural.
Her greeting Mary, Mary’s familiar welcome.
And Mary’s tired face as she bantered with Summer and shot back – it was all so natural that she hadn’t even noticed.
“Mary. Don’t make me get attached.”
“Why tell me not to act in a way that makes you attached when you’re the one who gave me a name? You’re the one doing all the attaching actions.”
I know. Mary always told Summer she wanted her to live on in this world.
A name. The world gave − the name Summer. Summer gave Mary a name.
The Pope she met today erased her name.
“Ah. Mary. Do you know the name Selena?”
“That’s quite a common name.”
“Hmm, I suppose so.”
Selena. Who could that person be for the Pope to show me her grave?
The Pope’s face as he asked if she returned well overlapped with another face.
‘Because of me, you can’t return.’
She remembered. Summer pulled at her hair and paced around the room restlessly.
Return. It was a phrase Summer had habitually muttered and thought about. The thought of wanting to return to her original world.
And the Pope had particularly emphasized the phrase “return” to Summer. While talking about whether that woman named Selena returned well.
It felt like fragments of thought were slowly coming together. It was close to the thrill and immersion felt when deductions fall into place.
“Young miss. Your hair is falling out.”
“He said return. He said return.”
Summer stopped abruptly in the middle of the room. Satisfaction was clearly visible in Summer’s eyes.
All the accumulated questions were heading in one direction.
“Mary! I need to prepare for the hunting festival. To the boutique!”
Selena. You were a possessed person too.
“Lady Lindsey! Over here!”
“…Lady Legacy?”
Summer paused her steps upon seeing the flamboyant Ferotia enthusiastically waving at her upon arriving at the hunting festival.
Why is she acting friendly? What is she thinking? Harboring such suspicions, Summer slowly approached Ferotia.
Ferotia must have arrived quite early, as she had already gathered noble ladies and was leading the atmosphere.
The villain’s approach was like a harbinger of death. Summer had no reason to refuse.
“Lady Lindsey. That outfit is…”
“Ah. I thought I’d try participating in the hunt too.”
The ladies centered around Ferotia were all dressed in glamorous gowns. As if attending an outdoor party.
In contrast, Summer was in uniform. The blue uniform suited her quite well.
Her dazzling blonde hair was tied up high in a ponytail, and she had removed all accessories that might get in the way.
The sword Summer brought had Julian’s gifted handkerchief tied to it.
“Lady Lindsey, riding a horse in the forest is dangerous. Especially if you have to handle not just the horse but also a bow.”
Ferotia tried to dissuade Summer in a tone of genuine concern. But Summer was going because it was dangerous.
While Julian had holy power to heal wounds and saved her life, Summer was just a human with no special abilities other than having her soul switched.
“Are you worried about me? Lady Legacy, you’re so kind.”
“M-me?”
Ferotia blushed and fanned herself unnecessarily. Summer smiled politely and left the spot.
Just then, she spotted the Dudley family tent a little distance away.
“Julian.”
“Summer! Are you participating in the hunting competition?”
“Yes. I thought I’d give it a try.”
“Please come back without getting hurt.”
“I will.”
Summer smiled and hugged Julian lightly. Contrary to her smiling face, Summer’s mind was working quite rapidly.
She couldn’t remember how Julian ended up in that forest being chased by assassins.
She came to prevent Julian from being chased by assassins, but she couldn’t clearly recall the original story.
“I’m sure I knew.”
“Knew what?”
“Ah, I was talking to myself. Julian, are you not participating in the hunt?”
“No. I don’t really like taking lives.”
Of course. It would be a bit ridiculous for Julian, who had such vast holy power to become a saint, to engage in killing.
Summer quickly nodded and winked at Julian while showing her the handkerchief tied to her sword.
“Oh my, Summer…”
“I’ll be back.”
Summer waved goodbye to Julian.
As soon as she moved away from the Dudley family tent, Summer noticed crowds gathered here and there.
“What’s that?”
As she approached, it seemed to be an event where people were gifting accessories or handkerchiefs to tie to swords for good luck.
Summer fiddled with the handkerchief Julian gave her as she headed towards where the horses were tied, avoiding the crowd.
If asked whether she could ride a horse well, she couldn’t. Just getting on a horse and walking slowly. That was about the extent of her skill.
“I hope I don’t die from falling off before the assassins even arrive.”
Summer muttered worriedly as she stroked her horse.
“Don’t tell me you’re planning to participate?”
“Ah.”
Summer quickly turned around at the familiar low voice.
“Duke. I heard you’re popular, but you’re alone.”
The man who approached Summer was Ian Lancaster. His clothes were slightly disheveled, as if he had just escaped.
“I barely managed to escape, so keep quiet.”
“Hmm. I will.”
“More importantly, Summer, what’s with that outfit?”
“I’m planning to participate too. In this hunting competition.”
“Can you even ride a horse?”
“I know how to ride. Know how.”
“Ha.”
Ian let out a laugh of disbelief. Summer, knowing her words sounded ridiculous even to herself, quietly averted her gaze.
“Cancel it even now.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Really, why do you always choose to do the things I tell you not to do?”
“……”
“Forget the horse. Summer, get on the horse.”
Ian pressed his temple with one hand. It seemed he was getting quite a headache from Summer’s existence.
Summer carefully mounted the brown horse as Ian said. This was the extent of what Summer knew.
After confirming Summer had mounted properly, Ian nimbly leapt up and sat behind Summer.
“You’re too close!”
“I’ll teach you how to ride, so learn it even now.”
Surprisingly, the skills Ian taught were not methods for riding horses quickly or controlling horses flexibly in the forest.
“…Duke, it seems you already think I’m going to fall.”
“That’s right. So do it properly again.”
She had to practice several times how to stop if the horse reared up, how to respond if the horse raised its front legs, and how to fall if she were to be thrown off.
“Duke. Aren’t you busy?”
“I am.”
“Then please go.”
“Seeing your state, it seems you’ll meet your fate from falling before I can even protect you.”
Summer was already covered in dirt on her cheeks and hair from rolling on the ground so much.
As she was trying to suppress the urge to give up, fortunately, a servant came running from afar.
“Duke! It seems you need to go urgently. His Majesty wishes to see you before the competition!”
“I’ll go soon.”
After briefly replying to the servant, Ian turned his head sharply to stare at Summer.
Summer was smiling brightly as if daring him to try.
The servant, sensing the tension between the two, quietly moved away and stood at a distance waiting for Ian.
“You should hurry and go.”
“You seem quite pleased now that I’m leaving.”
“How could that be?”
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
“Ah. I wanted to see you, Duke. There was something I wanted to ask.”
“What is it?”
“Well, about that person.”
“That person?”
Ian’s expression hardened slightly.
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?
——
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!”
——
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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