Meanwhile, the situation was similar for Yubar and Orobas.
“What? Contact from the temple? Why?”
Duke Yubar pressed on the dark circles under his eyes, a result of recent fatigue.
The chair, on which he had long sat supposedly researching demon summoning, made an irritating, sharp noise.
The servant, well aware of his master’s weak constitution when it came to summoning demons, quickly opened his mouth.
No, he attempted to open his mouth.
“Could it be that we’ve been found out? We haven’t even gathered the offerings yet. Does the temple have some mind-reading technology or something? Huh?”
The servant hastened his report, sensing that otherwise he would be severely scolded for poor management.
“It’s not that, Your Grace. The ritual has been moved up.”
Duke Yubar frowned.
“They haven’t found out about our activities, have they?”
“We are not under suspicion yet, Your Grace. You planned to secure the offering for the demon summoning last, didn’t you?”
There was no reason for suspicion before that. Duke Yubar nodded his head.
His servant had shared a fascination with demons since they were very young.
Thus, he became the servant to the Duke, who had been the weakest youngest child of the previous Duke, and led him to his current position. He was the epitome of loyal amongst the loyal, following the Duke through all sorts of foul schemes.
“Right… But why was the ritual moved up?”
“I don’t know, Your Grace. It seems that both you and the other two dukes want to quickly confirm that it’s not a demon.”
Duke Yubar clicked his tongue.
“I don’t understand why we’re also being dragged into this when Saint Beril has chosen Vainka. Is this still about that recent incident? Huh?”
Yubar had recently had a conflict with the temple under his jurisdiction.
“It seems to be part of it. In fact, about this communication…”
“What is this now?”
Duke Yubar, who had absentmindedly opened the letter, narrowed his eyes.
[Prove that it is not a demon within a short period of time. We will wait.]“What proof are they asking for now?”
The people at the temple must be insane. Sending such a letter every other day?
“We did send them the silk they asked for, so why are they doing this again?”
“Yes.”
The servant spoke with a troubled expression. Duke Yubar clicked his tongue.
“I mean, if it’s not a demon, it’s not a demon. What’s there to prove? Huh? We haven’t even summoned them yet!”
Duke Yubar, who had many thoughts of sinning against the temple but had not yet committed any, felt unjustly treated.
If it continued like this, the temple would certainly manipulate Yubar to their whims.
“That won’t do.”
Duke Yubar had a grand ambition, even if it didn’t seem so.
Contrary to gods, who were all talk and no show, demons truly existed in this world.
And they possessed abilities far surpassing humans!
They were simply hiding, unable to find a proper opportunity to emerge in the human realm.
Duke Yubar intended to drag them into the light with his own power.
Moreover, he planned to topple all the temples that had grown arrogant with power, and establish his household as the first noble family under the demons.
If it could threaten the royal family in the process, or even create a demonic kingdom, all the better.
However, the temples began making moves that threatened to derail his plan to summon demons.
So, for now.
“We should hurry with the plan.”
He needed to perform the demonic summoning ritual as soon as possible. He rose from his seat.
“Prepare the altar. We have to at least pretend to be respectful.”
Until this world falls into the hands of demons.
A sly smile curled his lips.
It was a creepy smile to the onlooker.
“Then.”
Naberus briefly greeted and left.
Beril had informed him about the southern river basin of Yubar, where there was a mana crystal.
Humans said touching it would burn your hands, but demons would be different.
Although the demons were unaware, Beril was confident.
In her past life, demons had touched mana crystals with their bare hands, after all.
Moreover, mana crystals reacted to beings with desire. There was no way demons like Naberus couldn’t find or bring them.
However, demons, who couldn’t possibly know about Beril’s past life, were divided in their opinions.
“Surely, Lord Naberus won’t be harmed?”
“Impossible. How powerful a demon he is.”
“After all, what in the human world could harm him?”
“Especially a mana crystal.”
“Is it even a real mana crystal?”
The demons murmured, trying to guess Saint Beril’s intentions.
They didn’t trust her, even if she claimed she’d open the gates of hell for their benefit.
But as they observed her subsequent actions, the demons started to become confused about her sincerity.
…Could she be serious? Does she really intend to save us here?
It’s not surprising, given her intense interest in demons.
“Do you not require sleep, meaning you also don’t require rest?”
“Your body might be fine, but…I’m concerned how you mentally rest.”
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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