Surely There's One to the Princess' Taste (9 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 8
Just by touching his forehead briefly, she realized Irtis was a great mage.
At the elderly lady’s words, Prodia asked in surprise.
“How did you know?”
“This is a place where travelers heading to the Grand Temple stay. Naturally, there are… mages among them.”
For some reason, the elderly lady trailed off.
She kept examining Irtis from head to toe.
“It’s not usually this painful. A light fever comes and goes, that’s all.”
As Irtis had said, the side effects of divine power didn’t seem to be a serious illness normally.
Hearing the elderly lady’s explanation, Prodia grew anxious.
If this wasn’t a normal situation, then what should she do?
At that moment, the elderly lady muttered.
“It seems his vessel is extraordinarily large. I’ve never seen a case like this.”
Vessel?
Prodia hurriedly asked.
“What do you mean by vessel?”
“It refers to the total amount of mana a person can hold. That’s why I suspected this guy might be a great mage.”
The elderly lady plopped down on a chair and continued her explanation.
“You probably already know that this land is a holy region, overflowing with divine power, right?”
“Yes.”
“Normally, the amount of divine power clashes with an equal amount of a mage’s mana.”
“That means…”
“I’m not entirely sure, but the stronger this young man’s power, the greater the divine power he’s colliding with, isn’t it?”
Saying this, the elderly lady clicked her tongue.
“To be in such pain as to lose consciousness, just how great a mage is he?”
Prodia felt dizzy.
So, to sum it up, Irtis is suffering more than others because he’s a mage with monstrous power?
“If he’s being hit as hard as his own abilities…”
Then he’s being struck by SSS-grade divine power?
That must hurt like crazy, for real.
To still be alive in this state, isn’t that a miracle?
Prodia asked the elderly lady.
“Then how can he wake up?”
“Isn’t the way to wake a sleeping prince obvious?”
“What…?”
The elderly lady grinned.
“You, young lady, need to give him a kiss of love.”
“Excuse me?!”
Seeing Prodia’s horrified reaction, the elderly lady chuckled.
“Just kidding.”
…Should I move to another inn?
Prodia seriously considered it.
But the elderly lady continued with a concerned expression.
“I’ve seen this a few times, but there’s no medicine for this side effect. And since he’s a great mage, he might suffer through the night. So, young lady, you should rest for now.”
No choice, then.
Prodia nodded.
“Understood. Which room should I use?”
“Hm?”
The elderly lady tilted her head.
“There’s only this one room left.”
“…What?”
Prodia’s eyes widened.
So, she’s telling me to share a room with Irtis?
At her reaction, the elderly lady asked, puzzled.
“What’s wrong? Aren’t you two a couple?”
“No, we’re not!”
“If you’re not, then you’re not. No need to get worked up.”
With that, the elderly lady stood up.
As she was about to leave, Prodia hurriedly asked.
“Is there really no other room? Even a storage room would do.”
“Sleep in that cold place and make me deal with a corpse? That young man won’t even move a finger all night, so what’s there to worry about?”
“…!”
“I’m tired. I need to get some rest, so you should rest too, young lady.”
With that, the elderly lady closed the door and left.
Prodia stood frozen in the room for a while.
What in the world is this situation…
Just then, a coughing sound came from behind.
“…Cough!”
Only then did Prodia snap back to reality.
‘What am I thinking, leaving a patient like this?’
Prodia turned and approached where Irtis lay.
He still seemed to be in pain, groaning.
Looking at him, Prodia muttered.
“Liar. You said you’d get better soon.”
Not just a few hours, but to suffer all day?
Just how strong is Irtis’s mana?
Several times, hundreds, or thousands of times stronger than an average mage?
‘Should I laugh or cry at this monstrous talent?’
Whatever, just get up already.
Prodia sighed and pulled a nearby chair to sit.
*Plop.*
There’s no medicine to give him.
‘There’s nothing I can do.’
All she could do was watch and wait.
With that thought, Prodia began planning the schedule ahead.
‘We might arrive at the Grand Temple a few days late. Then the training schedule…’
Suddenly, Irtis’s body began trembling like a leaf.
A pained sound escaped his lips.
“Ugh…”
“Irtis?!”
It looked like he was shivering from chills.
Prodia jumped up, swiftly pulling off the black robe Irtis was wearing.
The white blouse he had on was already soaked with sweat.
This is insane.
‘Wait, do I have to change his clothes?’
Prodia grimaced.
Do I have to undress him with my own hands?
‘Should I just leave him? He’ll recover on his own eventually.’
Yeah, let’s do that. He looks sturdy enough; he won’t die.
Once Irtis gets up, he’ll use healing magic or something, right?
But soon, along with pained groans, the sound of his teeth chattering began.
This is driving me nuts, seriously.
Prodia gently shook his body.
“Irtis? Can you pull yourself together?”
There was still no response from him.
But she couldn’t just leave someone trembling in front of her.
Prodia muttered to herself.
“Sigh, I bet he doesn’t even have spare clothes.”
Irtis probably changes his clothes with magic.
‘My clothes wouldn’t fit him anyway. Should I borrow some from the innkeeper?’
She vaguely recalled the elderly lady seemed to live alone. Would she have men’s clothes?
Prodia stood up.
As she left the room, she said to Irtis.
“Just you wait till you wake up.”
Still, no response.
*Click.*
Prodia opened the door and stepped out.
Facing the long hallway, she looked around.
‘Where’s the old lady’s room?’
Then, a sound came from downstairs.
Prodia went down to the first floor.
The elderly lady, who had said she was going to rest, was sweeping with a broom.
Prodia approached her.
“Um, ma’am?”
The elderly lady stopped sweeping and looked at Prodia.
“Hm? I told you to rest, so why are you wandering around? You need to save your energy to care for the patient.”
“Do you happen to have any clothes for the patient to change into?”
*Pause.*
At that, the elderly lady fell silent for a moment.
Then she nodded.
“Follow me.”
The two went up to the second floor and stood in front of the room at the far end.
“This is my room.”
The elderly lady opened the door.
It was a simple but cozy space.
The elderly lady opened an old wardrobe and began looking through clothes.
A pleasant scent wafted from inside.
She picked out the cleanest white shirt and handed it to Prodia.
It was clearly a man’s shirt, too large for the elderly lady.
“Here, take this.”
“This is…”
“It’s what my husband used to wear. It’s alright, isn’t it?”
Saying this, the elderly lady smiled wistfully.
No way.
To the hesitating Prodia, the elderly lady added.
“My husband was a mage. The first time he came here, he suffered from divine power side effects.”
Ah, as expected.
Prodia couldn’t say anything.
Then the elderly lady placed the clothes in Prodia’s hands and smiled.
“I know from experience. He’ll shake it off and get up soon. Don’t worry too much.”
“Um… thank you.”
“I wonder if it’ll fit your boyfriend. He looks taller than my husband was.”
At that, Prodia stiffened again.
“He’s not my husband or boyfriend.”
“My, you’re taking such devoted care of him, and you’re not even a couple? What’s your relationship, then?”
“If he’s sick, it puts me in trouble. If I just change his clothes, he’ll recover on his own, right?”
“Alright, alright. Hurry along, then.”
With that, the elderly lady gave a warm smile.
She clearly didn’t believe they weren’t a couple.
What a pointless misunderstanding.
Prodia returned to Irtis’s room.
She hung the clothes the elderly lady gave her on a chair.
Now she had to take off the blouse Irtis was wearing.
But.
Why am I so nervous?
“Haaa.”
She let out a deep sigh.
She’d been through situations like this a few times during volunteer work.
‘It’s only natural. He’s got terrifying mana; who knows if he’ll unconsciously shoot a fireball if I undress him?’
Let’s get this over with quickly.
Prodia took a deep breath and sat on the edge of Irtis’s bed.
The wet blouse was now completely stuck to his body.
His toned chest and abs were visible underneath.
But Prodia’s expression remained unchanged as she looked at him.
She unbuttoned Irtis’s shirt with an indifferent face.
*Pop. Pop.*
Then she gently lifted him to remove the wet clothes from his body.
Even during this, Irtis still didn’t open his eyes.
Only his rough, wheezing breaths filled the room.
Soon, his chiseled, half-bare body was revealed.
But Prodia felt no excitement.
She was merely assessing his marketability.
‘Nice body. Definitely center material.’
That was it.
Next, Prodia picked up a towel she’d prepared.
His excessive sweating made it impossible to change him into new clothes right away.
Prodia sighed.
‘Haa, doesn’t this at least reduce some of my karma?’
She quickly glanced at her status window.
As expected, her karma hadn’t decreased by even a single point.
Of course not.
She shot Irtis a glare.
‘You better know how much I’m going through. Just you wait till you wake up.’
But even as she grumbled, Prodia carefully wiped every part of his body.
While she was wiping his neck with the towel.
*Twitch.*
A small movement came from his fingers, which had been still until now.
But Prodia, focused on tending to him, didn’t notice.
As her hand with the towel moved down to his chest.
Unknowingly, the tips of her fingers brushed against Irtis’s skin.
*Touch.*
Suddenly, something grabbed Prodia’s wrist tightly.
“Huh?”
Startled, Prodia quickly looked up.
Irtis, now awake, was staring at her with wide eyes.
He slowly asked Prodia.
“…What are you doing right now?”
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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