Despite being an assassin who had to die without leaving a single name behind, they were undeniably a product. And there was no owner who would completely destroy the value of the product.
“I was thirteen. There was a time when an assassin kept coming without a moment of sleep.”
Thud, thud.
This time, the other wrist was broken.
It was the wrist that held the flute.
Breaking every joint of the fingers, Merem spoke slowly.
“I turned the assassins who came to me into something like you. I meticulously shaped them to never die, to stay alive until the moment they couldn’t breathe… After putting so much effort into it, I hung them upside down on the walls of my palace.”
“……. ”
“About thirteen of them displayed… No, was it eleven? Around that time, they stopped coming.”
It was a highly unpleasant memory for Merem.
Buried deep within, those memories of childhood that one never wants to bring up.
Even the mere recollection of it made the stomach churn and anger swell.
At the age of thirteen, not sleeping for a week was too young, and that’s why he went insane.
It was at the point where dying might have been a better option.
Merem had to make a decision.
Die as a weak human or live and become a monster.
He chose the latter.
“But back then, there was definitely someone who had a significant influence on my choice, right?”
Tilting his head, Merem shrugged. At the moment, he couldn’t recall.
“The smell of blood is strong.”
Since then, it’s the first time he’s committed such an act.
“Leo kissed Terion. I got annoyed watching that.”
Using the power of the water spirit, Merem wiped away the blood and, grabbing the unconscious Gabriel by the back, leaped down from the tower.
The culprit was caught at the scene.
Now it was time to return to his one and only salvation.
“Have you come, Merem?”
“I got him.”
“You did well. Show me.”
In truth, Merem didn’t really want to show Leonarda this tattered mess.
He didn’t think she would frown upon seeing this.
Rather, she would probably applaud, finding it refreshing.
However, he didn’t want to reveal that he could go this far.
He was afraid of losing Leonarda’s special interest if she found out he could do such things.
“Merem?”
“… It’s not like I did this on purpose. I stopped him from committing suicide.”
Excusing himself, Merem thought he looked rather innocent compared to earlier and felt satisfied.
This should be enough.
If he acted like this, lenient and merciful Leonarda would pretend not to notice, and she wouldn’t expose his flaws.
Merem tapped his forehead against Leonarda’s shoulder and released the grip on his hand.
There was no need to worry about running away or committing suicide since he had shattered every joint in the body to the point where he couldn’t crawl anywhere.
“Yeah. This guy killed my Charlotte.”
Leonarda, her red eyes gleaming dimly, unearthed the ‘Gabriel’ while Terrion turned pale and vomited behind.
Even then, she didn’t blink her eyes.
To Merem, it felt like he was finally receiving comfort.
His past self, who had to survive like this, was not wrong. Not disgusting. Not repulsive.
Because she, through her actions, seemed to say so.
Even if the whole world pointed fingers at him, it didn’t matter.
As long as Leonarda nodded… he could avoid self-loathing.
“Merem.”
“… Yeah.”
“Open your hand. Did you get hurt?”
Finally, Leonarda walked toward him, crushing the guy’s face, and Merem unknowingly spaced out at her straightforward and provocative behavior.
“You’re not hurt. You’ve been through a lot, so let’s go back. There’s a lot to do.”
Leonarda had no interest in Terrion, whom she had just kissed. Her concerns were solely directed at him.
Merem, who slowly realized this fact, felt a thrill and shudder at the same time.
“Am I not repulsive? I made a person like this.”
“A person? I don’t know where a person is. How do you express it with such a fuss about a mere bug?”
“…!”
Merem’s eyes widened.
Leonarda, who chuckled, reached out and gently embraced his cheek with her hand.
“Worrying about something like that. You’re so naive; it’s just perfect for someone to stab you in the back.”
Terrion, who had just regained consciousness, staggered and ran towards a knight patrolling, shouting.
The heavy footsteps echoed on the ground, and the startled breath of onlookers was overwhelming, but Merem only saw Leonarda.
Nothing else was visible.
The self-loathing that had been lingering in his chest for a long time vanished in an instant.
Unfortunately, lacking a literary education, he couldn’t find the words to describe this sensation.
He just looked at Leonarda, listened to her voice commanding the knights, and absorbed her firm attitude and gestures throughout his body.
That’s how he … loved Leonarda.
“I love you.”
At the unexpected confession, Leonarda, with surprised eyes, turned to look at him.
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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