After a while, Karaf said in a low voice.
“You, crazy guy.”
Nec looked at him and said.
“My name is not Crazy Guy, it’s Nec.”
“I’ll grant your wish.”
“Really?”
When Nec’s eyes lit up and asked, Karaf said coldly.
“If you can defeat me.”
Nec’s eyes widened.
But soon, his mouth curled up, and he burst into laughter.
“I didn’t know the spirit of flowers could be so eager to fight!”
Karaf didn’t wait and immediately attacked with a powerful strike.
At that moment, Nec stepped back, effortlessly avoiding his sword, and reached out with one hand.
As if tentacle-like water streams, Nec’s hand caught Karaf’s sword.
He tried to pull the sword out with a frown, but the sword didn’t easily come off Nec’s hand.
Observing this, Nec casually remarked, “Hmm, it seems the spirit of flowers has lost its strength?”
At that moment, tentacle-like water flowed from his body again, tightly wrapping around Karaf.
Karaf, trapped in water, floated in the air.
He struggled, but the more he resisted, the tighter the water constricted around his body.
“Your Majesty!”
Duran drew his sword and rushed forward as if to kill.
Nec’s body was cut diagonally by his sword.
However, no blood flowed from the cut, and the severed flesh instantly joined back together.
The knights widened their eyes.
It seemed that a water spirit could not be defeated with a sword.
Just as Duran frowned and rushed to save Karaf, something happened.
“Don’t come!”
Karaf forcefully warned him.
Suddenly, cold sweat formed on his forehead, and looking at him menacingly, Nec teased, “Be careful not to lose your focus. If you lose concentration even for a moment, you’ll die.”
His final words sounded eerie, causing the knights to shudder.
“Your Majesty…!”
Duran, filled with excitement, shouted without receiving an answer.
Karaf felt firsthand that his feud with the water spirit was far from over since the moment Silen cursed his chest.
Since then, he could never be on friendly terms with the water spirit.
However, he wanted to prevent another disaster caused by his fight with Duran and the other knights.
Above all, he had to protect Aesha.
As the knights couldn’t endure and tried to rush again, Nec raised his other hand and sternly said, “Take one more step, and I’ll kill the spirit of flowers.”
Due to the nature of water, known for its emotional instability, no one dared to move recklessly.
Karaf felt suffocated and on the verge of losing consciousness in the water pillar that surrounded him.
Nec walked leisurely toward him.
Karaf, with his face distorted due to lack of air, glared at Nec with red eyes.
Nec chuckled, tilting his head, and mumbled, “Strange. I wanted to exchange greetings after a long time… Why is he sleeping?”
As he looked closely at Karaf’s chest while sensing the spirit’s aura, Nec frowned.
But when Nec was about to lower his hand toward Karaf’s chest, something happened.
The fierce wind blew from all directions, and arrows were tightly embedded around Nec’s body.
As he turned his head, Aesha, holding a bow, had appeared behind him.
“Your Majesty, are you okay?”
Karaf, who had been lying on the ground for a moment, rose to his feet.
He gripped his chest with one hand and said, “I’m fine. But more importantly, I have something to say to that guy.”
Karaf immediately glared at Nec.
Still completely undressed, he looked at Aesha as if he still didn’t understand English.
Karaf’s gaze was so fierce that it seemed he could tear Nec apart at any moment.
“…Did you say you’re a water spirit? Why are you here?”
“Huh? If you leave me in that woman’s room and ask me like that…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Nec’s face slammed into the ground.
Suddenly, Duran was fiercely pressing the blade of his sword against Nec’s neck from behind.
“Answer me, you rogue.”
“I’m unjust…!”
Duran once again grabbed the back of Nec’s head and slammed him to the ground with a thud.
“I… I just wanted to get my clothes back…”
Nec said, feeling wronged and almost crying.
Aesha looked at him with a slightly pitiful expression.
Karaf furrowed his brow.
“What nonsense is this?”
Aesha sighed and approached him with a sheathed sword.
“I’ll return your clothes, so answer the questions.”
Nec, with teary eyes on the ground, looked up at her.
“First, transform. I’ll dress you myself.”
At her words, Karaf frowned slightly, but Nec obediently transformed back into the appearance of a sword.
Everyone’s eyes widened.
However, Aesha casually placed the dagger back into the sheath.
Karaf raised an eyebrow and asked, “He’s somewhat like that idiot. How can he change his appearance so easily?”
“Water has no fixed form, so it can be anything!”
Nec answered.
Aesha touched Karaf’s arm and whispered to him when he turned around.
They needed to be cautious; this place had many onlookers.
Even outdoors, rumors about a strange spirit roaming the palace were likely to spread to the ears of nobles.
Although excited, he hadn’t thought about it yet. It would be better not to reveal rumors related to the curse.
Karaf nodded with a slight frown.
“Go to my room.”
Karaf instructed the knights to make sure no one approached, then entered the room.
He crossed his legs, sat down in a chair, and looked down at Nec.
Bound in chains, Nec, now dressed, knelt with his hands tied tightly, sitting on a red carpet.
After a long, heavy silence, Karaf slowly spoke.
“…So, you’re the sword, and the commotion happened because Banetza hid your clothes?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
Suddenly, with a respectful gesture, Nec raised his head. Duran, who was beside him, roughened his touch and pressed down on his head again.
Karaf looked at Aesha beside him and asked, “And, did he suddenly appear in the Empress’s palace at dawn and touch the Empress’s body?”
Now that Nec had grasped the situation, he sweated nervously.
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!”
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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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