Without answering my question, Knight Ruben sighed and pressed his hand to his forehead.
“I had a bad feeling about this…….”
About what, exactly? I couldn’t grasp the situation—how or why he knew about me.
“Your Grace.”
Ignoring me, Ruben turned his gaze toward Edan.
As if Edan already knew exactly what he was about to say, Ruben shot him a searing, arrow-like stare.
But Edan, acting as though Ruben’s glare meant nothing to him, swept his cloak dramatically and strode toward the edge of the fortress wall. Then he blurted out nonsense.
“Her name is Breakfast.”
Both Ruben’s and my faces twisted simultaneously.
Breakfast……?!
The statement clearly referred to me, and I was so dumbfounded I wanted to protest immediately. But before I could utter a word, Ruben followed after Edan and asked,
“Have you truly lost your mind? What are you planning to do bringing this woman here?!”
“Not ‘this woman’—Breakfast.”
“You know full well that’s not the point.”
“If I say it’s important, then it is. Ruben.”
“Ha. Fine. Fine. Let’s just call her Breakfast.”
Ugh…… no.
“Good.”
Without even considering my opinion, I was officially designated as “Breakfast.”
Ruben, frustrated, wildly raked his fingers through his hair, while Edan smugly curled the corners of his lips upward.
His gaze remained fixed beyond the fortress wall, on the monster. As Edan’s lips moved subtly—his cheeks puffing slightly as if calculating something—he scanned left and right. Ruben raised his voice even louder toward him.
“But what exactly do you intend to do, bringing your ‘Breakfast’ here?!”
Unlike Ruben, whose tone was laced with irritation, Edan’s voice grew increasingly calm.
“Why get so worked up? I can certainly take Breakfast along. Think of her as a packed lunch.”
Having finished speaking—and apparently satisfied that preparations were complete—Edan leapt nimbly onto the parapet at the wall’s edge and gave Ruben an order.
“Guard my Breakfast. That’s your duty for today.”
Without hesitation, Edan stepped forward and leapt straight off the fortress wall.
“Your—…!”
Ruben started to call after him but halted mid-word, tilting his head back as if his blood pressure had spiked.
“Damn it.”
Seemingly resigned, Ruben let out a sigh heavy with exasperation. I, meanwhile, urgently sprinted toward the section of the wall from which Edan had fallen.
Even an ordinary fortress wall was tall—but this was the northern barrier specifically built to keep monsters from entering the northern plains.
Therefore, the wall’s height was genuinely dizzying—precipitous as a cliff, so high it made your vision swim.
I wondered whether even Edan could possibly survive a jump from this height. Startled, I clung to the parapet where he’d fallen and peered down below.
But,
“He’s insane…….”
Edan had already landed safely on the ground and was now heading straight toward the monster.
Even in the darkness, Edan’s hair shimmered brightly like stars as he moved swiftly using his supernatural ability.
The monster, drawn to bright colors, spotted Edan.
Instantly ignoring all the soldiers it had been fighting, the creature charged madly toward Edan the moment it caught sight of his golden hair.
Amid soldiers scattering to either side like receding tide, Edan stood bravely, facing the monster head-on. Dust and mist quickly obscured the area around Edan due to the monster’s movements, and suddenly, an intensely powerful gust of wind surged upward along the fortress wall.
“Ugh…!”
Reflexively, I clutched tightly the flag wrapped around my body. But the wind refused to settle—and without mercy, the flag tore free.
Flapping wildly, the flag fluttered aimlessly—and my hair, cascading down to my waist, danced along with it.
“Eek!”
The northern winds were far stronger than I’d imagined.
I tried desperately to hold on, but ultimately, I toppled over.
Fortunately, Ruben approached me and knelt down to my eye level.
Despite the ferocious wind, he acted as if it were nothing—he seized the flag, used it to cover my hair, and tied it firmly under my chin.
Then he turned his body to shield me from the wind, blocking it with his own frame.
“I’m alive. Thank you.”
“Lady La ti e…… no, Lady Breakfast.”
Still crouching, I looked up at Ruben.
Ruben, with his dark skin, stood nearly as tall as Edan.
“I’m La ti e na. You clearly knew my name correctly just a moment ago.”
“From now on, you’re Breakfast.”
It was a firm, decisive answer. Still, I timidly attempted another protest.
“But I really don’t want to be called that……”
“Take it up directly with His Grace. Since he decreed you shall be called Breakfast, I must address you as such.”
“…….”
No flexibility at all.
Come to think of it—Ruben. At a glance I hadn’t noticed, but upon closer inspection, his hair was a deep auburn.
There was also a scar on his face—apparently from some past injury.
A long mark running right beside his right eye. As I wondered where that scar had come from, information from the original story surfaced in my mind.
‘Ah! I remember now. Ruben! And that scar…’
It was an injury Ruben had taken in Edan’s place.
Edan, the Emperor’s illegitimate son, had spent his childhood locked away in a remote chamber, nearly neglected.
The only people he regularly encountered were a single maid who brought him meals and a knight stationed outside to ensure he never left. Ruben was that knight’s son.
Since the area received almost no attention from other members of the Imperial household, the knight pitied Edan and allowed his own son to become Edan’s companion.
Ruben was apparently one year older than Edan, and the two had reportedly grown up almost like brothers.
During that time, the male lead—the Crown Prince—would occasionally visit and secretly torment Edan. On one such occasion, Ruben had taken a whipping meant for Edan.
‘I recall this happened when they were around ten—how hard must he have been struck for the scar to remain even now?’
Not long after that incident, Edan manifested his supernatural ability and was brought into the Imperial Palace.
Once Edan entered the palace, the knight lost his position, and Ruben’s family fell into poverty.
It seemed the two would drift apart—but as soon as Edan secured the position of Northern Duke, he immediately took care of Ruben’s family.
He granted enormous wealth and stable employment to the only people who had ever treated him as human. Thanks to this, Ruben’s younger sister, who had suffered from a long illness, received treatment and regained her health.
Already close to Edan, Ruben swore absolute, life-long loyalty to him after this act.
Since then, he had become Edan’s perfect right-hand man, working tirelessly on his behalf.
The auburn-haired subordinate who handled every task Edan assigned—and who would eventually die alongside Edan, limbs torn apart……
Crazy. Suddenly, goosebumps erupted all over my body. The forgotten death ending had surged back into my memory.
Not only had I met Edan, but now I’d also encountered his right-hand man.
“By the way, Sir Ruben.”
Rising slowly to avoid being swept away by the wind, I asked Ruben,
“How do you know me?”
Ruben, who had been half-turned to watch Edan, shifted his gaze toward me.
“I was the one who posted the maid recruitment notice.”
“Huh?”
“You didn’t seriously think His Grace posted it himself, did you?”
“Oh.”
Blinking in surprise at this unexpected answer, I realized—
That’s right. I hadn’t even considered that possibility. Which meant……
Damn it! My entire life plan had been wrong from the very beginning!
“The old castle in the East is a place known only to His Grace and myself. And now, Lady Breakfast knows it too.”
Even amid all this, Ruben insisted on calling me “Breakfast” with perfect precision.
In my head, I mentally beat up my past self—who had danced with joy upon seeing the maid recruitment notice and thinking she’d landed a sweet job—before refocusing on Ruben’s words.
“I arranged for a maid because I thought His Grace would find it inconvenient to stay alone, even if he claimed he wanted solitude. I never imagined you’d be the one to show up.”
Huh? That tone sounds… off.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Because you are……”
At that moment—
As I stared intently at Ruben’s mouth, waiting for his answer, a sudden, intensely bright blue light flashed, nearly blinding me.
Squinting and turning my head, I saw a portal opening near the gate leading into the fortress.
“Damn it.”
Ruben gritted his teeth, practically chewing his words, then shifted position to place me behind his back.
“From now on, don’t say a single word.”
“What? Why—”
“Absolutely not. If you understand, tap my back once.”
“…….”
What on earth is happening now?
Helplessly, I tapped Ruben’s back once—lightly, like a knock.
Then, ever so slightly, I peeked out from behind his arm to stare at the portal.
By now, the portal had fully opened—and a man dressed in uniform, draped in a red cloak, stepped out.
As he emerged, the portal closed behind him, and the surroundings returned to darkness.
‘Is that idiot insane?! Wearing a red cloak in the North, where monsters are attracted to bright colors!’
I stared at him in horror. But the man himself looked utterly relaxed.
“It’s as noisy as ever here.”
The man, nearly as tall as Edan, wore a gentle smile that matched his near-melodious voice—but his slightly upturned, cat-like eyes gave him a sharper impression.
He also possessed flowing silver hair.
His gaze, sweeping dismissively over the surroundings, turned toward us—and in that instant, I hastily ducked completely behind Ruben.
Though the gale had subsided, cold winds still blew eerily along the fortress wall.
In this situation—where exertion rarely produced even sweat, let alone heat—a cold sweat trickled steadily down my forehead.
‘Why are you doing this to me?!’
Hunching my shoulders and clenching my lips tightly, I wore an expression as if I might burst into tears at any moment.
Because that man was Male Lead No. 2, Hillstain Mathias—the one obsessed with Ivy.
“It’s been a while, Director Hillstain.”
Confirming my suspicion was correct, Ruben bowed respectfully in greeting.
But Hillstain gave no reply. Whatever he was doing, he remained silent for a moment—then slowly, deliberately, he stepped forward until he halted a few paces in front of Ruben.
“What are you hiding behind you?”
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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