From afar, Jackal calmly tilted a glass to his lips and nodded.
Listening to the praise for Asha, he felt very satisfied.
In fact, the story of the spirit was not well known to ordinary people.
Especially flowers and butterflies were equivalent to the most sacred existence and symbols of power in the empire, so there was much information known only to the royal family and nobles.
Jackal had heard it from the village head when he was in the village, but among the minority races, only the leaders knew about the spirit, and the rest were almost ignorant because they were the farthest from the royal family.
Then, at that time, Geb, leaning on a crutch, walked over to Asha.
When a glass suddenly appeared beside her, Asha looked at him and asked,
“Another bomb drink?”
“Haah… I was wrong.”
With a sigh from Geb, followed by Asha’s consecutive blows, he sighed.
“Welcome to the patrol.”
He giggled, smiling with a pale face from losing much blood, and clinked glasses with Asha.
The hideout was filled with a warm atmosphere all night long.
Asha tilted her glass, laughing and chatting with the organization members, but until then, she had not known.
The tangled fate intertwined in her past life was tied again in some way.
And that was an irresistible fate that could not be changed even with the power of a butterfly…
[This is the time separator]Capital of the Etsuheim Empire, Ferah.
In the imperial palace’s meeting room, Emperor Karaf was sitting arrogantly with his legs crossed, and a bandit leader was bowing his head before him.
“It’s truly an honor to meet the Flower’s Epiphany, Emperor Your Majesty!”
Karaf rested his chin and haughtily looked down at him with red eyes, asking,
“You have something to report directly to me?”
“Yes! That’s right.”
“If you waste my precious time, you will pay with your head.”
At the cold reply, the bandit sweated profusely but forced a smile and said,
“Yes, of course! It’s definitely the news that Your Majesty has been eagerly waiting for.”
The bandit detailed what had happened in the forest.
About a seemingly sure adult woman from a minority race using incredible wind power to shoot arrows, and fighting alone against many to save a Ricarion.
Karaf’s red eyes widened slightly.
“Is all that true?”
“Yes, Your Majesty! I swear on my eyeballs and tongue!”
Though the words were vulgar, Karaf did not mind and sank into deep thought.
A person among the minority races using the power of the wind… and that being an adult woman.
This was certainly an extraordinary event.
The Knight Commander Durando who was standing next to him spoke seriously.
“A butterfly might have appeared.”
“Yes…… This time, the possibility seems high.”
Karaf, with a sensitive and fragmentlike face, grimaced with one hand, and with the other hand, tapped the armrest, thud, thud.
Nobody spoke, and silence filled the space.
In the Empire, there was only one butterfly, and as long as that butterfly did not die, no successor would be born.
This meant that the butterfly was hiding somewhere in the Empire.
Soon, he stopped his finger with a snap and spoke.
“……Plan the subjugation of the Licayons. Capture them all, without exception. Kill them on the spot if they resist.”
His red eyes shone with an even deeper red than usual.
Knight Commander Duran raised one arm and replied.
“I will comply.”
Karaf glanced at the bandit and spoke.
“You there.”
“Yes? Yes!”
“Join the Knight Commander in the Licayon subjugation operation. If the woman is truly the butterfly, I will grant you a reward to live on for a lifetime.”
The bandit’s eyes gleamed ominously.
“Yes, Your Majesty! Trust me! I will surely capture her!”
Duran left the room briskly, taking the bandit with him.
Karaf, left alone, muttered excitedly with a slightly flushed face, playing with his rings.
“She has finally appeared…… Vanessa.”
[This is the time separator]Asha had learned selfdefense techniques from Jackal to protect herself.
Her specialty was archery, but in close combat where she couldn’t use a bow, her life could be in danger.
She needed to learn how to suppress and defend against an opponent with a dagger or her bare hands.
Jackal demonstrated, nimbly thrusting a wooden dagger he had carved into vital spots.
Asha, like a chick, followed him closely, diligently swinging her dagger, whoosh, whoosh.
But the way she thrust the dagger into his body looked somewhat awkward.
No matter what, she was still not accustomed to directly injuring someone’s body.
Unable to watch any longer, Jackal took Asha’s hand and brought the dagger close to his heart.
“Like this.”
The distance between the two was very close.
Asha’s eyes widened, and she simply let go of the hand holding the dagger.
Her face turned pale, and Jackal immediately lowered the dagger.
“……If you don’t want to kill, aim for places like this.”
He kindly explained one by one the areas where one could strike without killing but still inflict a serious wound.
It was harsh training, but it would certainly help when shooting a bow.
Asha swallowed hard and nodded.
Jackal now showed her how to escape when caught by an enemy, depending on the body part.
But when Asha’s wrist was caught, and she pulled him hard, the recoil made her fall into his arms.
“Ah……!”
Jackal’s build was big enough for Asha’s body to fit snugly.
“……This is the first time I’ve seen a technique to be caught by a hunter on your own.”
As he quietly spoke while holding Asha, her face turned bright red with embarrassment.
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?
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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…
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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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