Afterwards, I attempted negotiations with the upper class of Dov, Jur’Tang, and Salr.
However, it was challenging to choose among them, as they all presented similar conditions.
Looking at the chart summarizing the conditions, I commented, “The conditions are quite mediocre.”
“Still better than Angolos.”
“Compared to those swindlers, it’s not polite.”
“Sorry, Dov, Jur’Tang, Salr.”
Isis apologized to the three upper classes who were not present.
As always, the Tower was truly an extraordinary bunch of lunatics.
[You too.]“What? I didn’t tell you.”
[I overheard.]It seemed like if my thoughts were strong, even Greed, who is in a contract with me, could hear them.
“I should be careful.”
Although I’ve become quite close to Greed, he was, after all, one of the seven deadly sins. I could utilize his abilities, but revealing my secrets was out of the question.
While contemplating this, Isis lowered the documents and looked up.
“I interviewed our affiliated magicians to thoroughly investigate if anyone has signed an unfair contract with Angolos.”
“How many have signed?”
“Most of them.”
“…”
It was a familiar sight, but it seemed most magicians fell for it.
“Mostly when they were newcomers. Afterward, they terminated the contract with Angolos, but he already took advantage of them during the contract period. Since he also got the production recipe, it’s a win-win situation for him.”
“They are truly shameless.”
“Shameless is an understatement. Apologize to the shameless ones.”
Isis threw my previous words right back at me.
“I don’t want to apologize to the shameless ones…”
“There’s a point, so there’s nothing more to say. You really never back down.”
Isis, shrugging her shoulders, suddenly seemed annoyed and messed up my hair.
“Boldly trying to scam the Tower, I won’t let it slide.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’ll show how persistent and annoying the magician race can be. Watch and learn.”
She brushed my hair as if asserting her authority.
“Before, I’m on Lady Isis’s side!”
“Oh, really.”
As if giving her approval, Isis ruffled my hair affectionately.
“She’s a scary person…”
I vowed to stick close and flatter her as much as possible.
Now, the last negotiation target among the upper classes was the Hiklmaier upper class. Felix Hiklmaier, the representative of the Hiklmaier upper class, was supposed to come in person.
Felix Hiklmaier.
The man I saw at the Ishtar Temple was seemingly a distant relative, someone like my cousin. Although we hadn’t had a face-to-face conversation, our eyes met several times.
Meaningful glances.
This would be the first time during this contract negotiation that I would be conversing with someone I had previously encountered.
“No matter how disguised I am, what if he recognizes me?”
Heading towards the reception room.
Like always, I tightly wrapped myself in the robe, equipped a voice-modifying magical device, but I felt unusually anxious compared to negotiations with other upper classes.
Looking down at Isis, who was walking diligently by my side with short legs, I asked, “Lady Isis, how do I look now?”
“How do you look?”
“Do I resemble Elodi Ferdia?”
“Hmm…”
Stopping in her tracks, Isis scrutinized me from top to bottom with her chin resting on her hand. She nodded approvingly and said, “No, you look very much like Magician Elvi.”
“Good.”
Confident now, I glanced back.
Behind me, Layan, who had been following to act as a guard, was catching up.
Layan suddenly made eye contact with me, then averted his gaze and quickly met my eyes again.
“Why are you like this?”
“Layan, how do I look?”
I didn’t expect a grand answer. The question was predetermined, and as long as the response was something like I didn’t look like my usual self, as Isis mentioned, it would be enough.
However, Layan gave an unexpected answer.
“Black.”
“Oh, um… yeah. Black. Thanks.”
Of course, Layan’s answer didn’t provide any assistance.
Soon, we reached the reception room where the guest was waiting. Before entering, I turned to Layan.
“Layan, there might be someone who recognizes you, so could you stay in inconspicuous places?”
“It’s not difficult.”
“I’m counting on you.”
Layan, who was thorough about his role as a guard, nodded and soon concealed himself.
“Wow, quite an excellent hiding skill.”
Isis, who had been admiring his skills, gestured towards the reception room door.
Now it was time to adhere to the role of Magician Elvi.
As I opened the reception room door, Felix Hiklmaier, who had been sipping tea in advance while waiting, turned his head.
Seeing him up close like this was the first time, as all I saw from a distance before.
A man with short gray hair and red eyes. Two tear-shaped marks on the right eye area made him quite distinctive.
Overall, he seemed like someone not to be taken lightly.
“Was Duke Severus also like this?”
Since I’d never seen the face of Duke Severus, my supposed biological father, I had no choice but to make this kind of speculation.
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!”
——
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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