I had a bad feeling, but going in and checking it myself would be a hundred times better than expecting a proper answer from the spirit.
“Hooh, let’s see. Keep the low profile you talked about earlier, okay?”
“Ahaha, you mean not showing myself to anyone but you? That’s a piece of cake.”
“Your voice too. If Raven knows you’re there, it’s not good.”
Before leaving the room, I had earnestly warned the spirit not to be caught by others.
If it were known that I was dealing with spirits, it would cause a big commotion, according to Sione’s advice.
So even if the barrier disappeared, I had taken measures to make the spirit’s existence imperceptible.
“Enough nagging, let’s go in now. It might be dazzling, so you might want to close your eyes for a moment.”
“Yeah, just do it.”
Flash.
Suddenly it felt like a white flame burst in front of my eyes, and suddenly everything was shrouded in darkness.
‘Ugh, it’s dazzling.’
I squinted my eyes tightly as I was overwhelmed by the sharp difference in light.
I felt an unexpected chilly sensation near my neck.
“……What’s this. It was you.”
“Woah?”
Clank.
A sharp metal piece was inserted into the sword sheath, and a short sigh flowed from behind.
The owner of the voice was none other than Raven.
“Next time, give some sign before you come in. I thought you were an assassin since I couldn’t feel any presence.”
I sat openmouthed, watching Raven, sitting on the bed with an indifferent expression, tuck a dagger under the pillow.
Apparently, that cold sensation I felt on my skin earlier was that dagger.
‘The spirit must have deliberately done this to tease me.’
I glared at the spirit, laughing and holding its belly, grumbling to myself.
If the barrier had worked perfectly, Raven wouldn’t have known that I had intruded.
I thought it had cleverly sent a signal to make it feel like an enemy had secretly infiltrated.
But the next moment, I realized that my prediction was far off.
“You’re bringing some strange thing with you. What’s that green butterfly?”
“What? You can see it?”
“Yeah. Its wings are too big for a butterfly… Is it a moth?”
I turned my gaze in surprise, and the spirit, whose laughter had suddenly disappeared from its face, beat its wings and buzzed angrily.
“A moth? How can you compare such a beautiful creature like me to something so hideous?”
“……It even talks. Quite a talented insect.”
“Kyaak! Is this guy really crazy?!”
Shocked by being called an insect, the excited spirit soon lost its energy and slumped on my shoulder.
A moment ago, it was all set to fight, but a few words from Raven completely lost its spirit.
“So, is that why it looks like a butterfly to you? Besides people?”
“What a strange question. How can an insect resemble a human?”
“Did you call me an insect again!”
The sprite gnawed at my hair in anguish, but Raven tilted his head with an expression of indifference.
It seemed that the sprite appeared like an ordinary butterfly rather than a humanlike figure.
‘What’s going on? Did the sprite do that intentionally?’
Confused, I halfcovered my mouth and whispered to the sprite sitting on my shoulder.
“How did it happen? Didn’t you keep your promise?”
“How dare you treat the great sprite like that. I just didn’t say anything because I thought it would be fun since he seemed to have noticed our arrival! I did everything else as you said.”
Hearing the response, I became even more confused.
Sprites are mischievous pranksters, but they’re far from liars.
Moreover, it didn’t seem like the sprite had intentionally made itself look like a butterfly, especially given its strong negative reaction to being called an insect.
‘Considering that Sione hasn’t rushed over, the barrier seems to be working just fine.’
There was only one conclusion I could come to.
Raven, a Venian, must have some special ability different from ordinary demons.
I couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was, but it was clearly giving me a headache.
Raven might perceive the sprite as a mere butterfly, but if this fact were to become known, it would only be a matter of time before it was revealed that I could summon sprites.
‘Should I use manipulation magic to completely alter his memory?’
I had never tried it on a demon other than a vampire, but manipulation magic operates through magical power, so I thought it would work on Raven, a Venian.
However, the moment my eyes met those of the boy lighting the candle, that calculating thought completely vanished.
It was only a few days ago that I decided to build trust with Raven slowly.
If I used manipulation magic now, it seemed I would never get close to him.
“…Hey, it’s actually a dragon. Do you know what a dragon is?”
“Are you trying to say that butterfly is a sprite?”
As I nodded my head at Raven, who wore an incredulous expression, the rejuvenated sprite flapped its wings vigorously and shouted.
“Yes! I am a cute and adorable sprite. I’m not some scary insect!”
It seemed to have had a bad memory associated with the term insect, as the sprite’s thin wings quivered every time the word was mentioned.
‘Come to think of it, I read in a book that humans mostly perceive sprites as butterflies.’
The demons rooted in the demon world but living on the surface, and the almost vanished beings of heaven.
That is, races such as dragons and elves could properly perceive the form of sprites.
But strangely, only humans couldn’t see sprites properly. The book I read said this was because humans were the most corrupted beings among those on the surface, having lost their purity.
I had scoffed at that argument when I read the book, thinking that demons were naturally the most evil race. But now, thinking it over, it didn’t seem entirely wrong.
‘Normally, people can’t hear the voices of sprites, so Raven seems to be in between.’
The Venian race is known to be a hybrid of demons and humans.
Considering that, it wasn’t unreasonable that Raven, like a human, perceived the sprite as a butterfly.
Just as I was about to ask him to keep the sighting of the sprite a secret, Raven, who had been hesitating and watching me, asked first.
“But are you feeling okay with your body?”
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…
——
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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