But before Prodia could stop him, Irtis’s fingertips pointed out the window.
“……!”
Flash!
A bright flash engulfed the Earl’s garden.
Prodia’s thoughts were cut off, and she shouted,
“What are you doing now…? Are you trying to kill people?”
Then Irtis snickered,
“Why would I waste my magic?”
“Eh?”
Did he not attack?
She quickly checked the situation outside the window.
Then the candidates gathered in the garden began to turn their backs in unison.
They were quickly leaving the Earl’s mansion.
Like soulless zombies.
“Ah, no!”
There are so many people whose status I haven’t checked yet!
Prodia rushed towards the drawingroom door.
But Irtis’s voice stopped her.
“See, you were thinking of something else after all.”
Ugh.
“It’s no use going.”
“Eh?”
“They won’t even remember why they came here.”
“……!”
With a smile on his face, he slowly walked towards Prodia.
“I just completely changed the rumor you spread with magic.”
Her expression hardened.
“What do you mean?”
“The great Prodia Duser Yeongae, Countess, has no interest in cultivating talent for this Booma selection competition[Dash] that’s what they’re saying.”
“What do you mean!”
It’s over. Now I can’t find any other candidates!
Prodia glared at Irtis.
But she sensed it was futile.
There was a slight madness in Irtis’s eyes as he looked at her.
He spat out terrifying words through his pretty, red lips,
“So just teach me. If you contract with another guy, I’ll kill them all.”
This crazy guy.
The rumors of his madness were true.
(This is a time divider.)
“But why do you, a great wizard, want to become a Booma?”
Prodia asked.
Then Irtis answered soullessly,
“Because I want to be a Booma.”
“Yeah, I heard the lie well.”
“You seem to have a hidden agenda.”
“Let’s say I’m observant.”
Irtis sat down on the drawingroom sofa and said,
“Anyway, it’s true. There’s no other reason.”
“So you’re saying that you simply want to be a Booma and that’s why you’re competing?”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
Prodia sat opposite him.
“Then let’s change the question.”
“What again.”
“Why did you come to me?”
At this question, Irtis’s eyes wavered for a moment.
He pretended to be calm and answered,
“You’re the best private tutor in the empire. It’s obvious, isn’t it?”
At that, Prodia smiled,
“Oh my, who told you so much about me?”
“Who told me, who…”
“You’re famous for not caring about others, aren’t you? But how did you know about me? You weren’t preparing for the royal public competition either.”
Irtis flinched but pretended to be calm,
“Do I have to hear that from someone? You’re just so famous…”
Prodia opened her eyes wide and asked,
“Could it be, you were kicked out of the tower?”
“Nno, I wasn’t kicked out?!”
Irtis was so angry that he slammed the table without thinking.
And then he realized too late what he had done.
But looking at Prodia’s expression, it seemed too late.
Her eyes widened.
“Was it the tower master’s order? To go to the Buma tournament.”
“Heh…….”
“That’s it…….”
Prodia wore an accusing expression.
“You were kicked out because of an accident.”
“I said I wasn’t.”
“You can’t have a job if you become a Buma. Then you won’t inherit the tower master’s position either.”
She firmly nailed it.
“It’s like you were told to leave the tower, huh.”
“That’s not what I mean…! Sigh.”
Irtis brushed his hair back with an expression full of dissatisfaction.
And finally, he confessed to Prodia.
“I made a deal. With that damned old tower master.”
What?
Prodia asked with a serious look.
“What kind of deal?”
“……If I go to the Buma selection tournament and win, he’ll tell me who my parents are.”
“……!”
Irtis’s expression as he spoke was graver than ever.
He looked straight into Prodia’s eyes.
“So, I must win.”
(This is a time separator.)
Irtis had been lying in front of the tower a few years ago.
‘Where is this?’
He couldn’t remember anything from before. As if his memory had been completely gouged out.
If it weren’t for the name tag around his neck, Irtis would have lived without even knowing his own name.
The current tower master was the one who found Irtis abandoned in front of the tower.
“Irtis, come with me. I will teach you magic.”
Unlike ordinary people, there was unlimited magic potential inside Irtis’s body.
The tower master was the first to discover that talent. Irtis learned all the magic of the world from him.
Thanks to that, surviving in the tower wasn’t that hard.
There were those who were jealous of him and picked fights.
One of the tower’s classmates said.
“That guy Irtis, thought he was the tower master’s grandson, but he’s just an orphaned pup? He was abandoned in front of the tower with a dog collar.”
“……Want to be bitten by a dog?”
A mere teenager, Irtis created a rabid dog with 7th Circle Illusion magic that day.
After his classmate was halftamed, no one dared to touch Irtis again.
Still, the tower master did not scold Irtis. So he thought he was loved.
But it was not.
Irtis sometimes saw fear in the tower master’s eyes.
Not only that, but everyone seemed to fear him.
So he lived more willfully. He wished that someone would stop him just once.
But then, an unexpected statement came from the tower master’s mouth.
“Irtis, participate in the Imperial Buma selection tournament.”
He couldn’t believe it.
“What are you talking about, sir? Why should I go there? I’m going to be the tower master after you!”
“……If you win and come back from the tournament, I will tell you about your parents.”
“……!”
Irtis was dumbfounded.
What is the old man talking about now?
You knew about my parents?
I felt betrayed. I thought I had been abandoned, but my parents were alive?
Moreover, you knew that and did nothing?
The tower master continued speaking.
“Go to the capital and meet Prodia Duser Yeongae, the Countess. She’s said to be the most competent private tutor in the Empire, so she’ll make you suitable for Buma.”
That was all.
The tower master said nothing more to Irtis.
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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