His shadow stretched long, matching his tall stature.
The wind from the open window gently ruffled Resban’s hair.
His face was sculpted and handsome, and his golden eyes in cool gaze shone coldly like a beast in the shadows despite being in sunlight.
Resban slowly released the maid’s waist with a furrowed brow.
The maid, not looking surprised, bowed her head and said stiffly:
“…I apologize.”
Resban remembered the brief movement the maid made when she encountered him.
Even with good reflexes, one would fall backwards, but the maid twisted her waist like knights who had trained for years.
As if about to perform a breakfall.
“…Raise your head.”
Resban’s low voice resonated.
The maid’s neckline, with her hair tightly tied back, was suspiciously fair, and her fingers were the same.
After a moment, the maid slowly lifted her face.
With a fine forehead, high nose, beautiful blue eyes like lakes, and lips neither thin nor thick, the maid was certainly beautiful.
“…”
The maid staring at him showed not even a hint of fear in her eyes.
A woman’s attitude of being cautious but not afraid was somewhat discordant.
Her slender, skinny, light body seemed so ordinary.
If she had trained enough to reflexively perform a breakfall, her hands wouldn’t be so delicate.
A flurry of thoughts passed through his mind like a breeze.
“…What is your name?”
Befitting his nickname of ‘War Maniac’, Resban’s physique was large and solid. In contrast, his face was extremely handsome, but due to the killing intent draped over him like clothes, women instinctively feared him.
“I am a maid.”
However, she answered impudently without trembling.
He had asked for the maid’s name, and she answered ‘maid’.
“So you have no intention of answering.”
The corner of Resban’s mouth lifted slightly.
Insolently, the maid did not respond to those words.
Even after he subtly released an oppressive aura, she remained unmoved.
Such a reaction could only be more intriguing.
“…”
He… never forgot a person he had seen once.
No matter how long ago he had met them.
There was also a subtle sense of déjà vu mixed in the flow of thoughts.
After a moment, Resban said to her:
“…You may go.”
**
Near the training grounds of the Duke’s mansion, Resban and Callian stood watching the soldiers train.
There was a unique scent that could be felt when facing a person, even without smelling it with one’s nose.
Some call it atmosphere, but it was more intense than that, so Callian thought:
The Crown Prince’s eyes smelled of thick blood.
A large build in a dark uniform with solid, broad shoulders, a sculpted nose bridge and jawline, black hair swaying in the breeze.
And those cold eyes with seemingly emotionless golden irises – there was no need to explain how many enemy territories they had swallowed with the sword reflected in them.
The countless lives of enemies that disappeared with dying screams as well.
“I will agree to the conquest of Agripe.”
Agripe is a fertile land located in the southwest of the empire.
It would soon be the destination of the Crown Prince’s army.
The cooperation of the dukes was needed for yet another war.
“And I will support the imperial army with five thousand cavalry from the duchy and three Aura Knight units. Though not as good as Your Highness’s royal knights, they will be of great help in troop command.”
It was once a fief of the empire, but 20 years ago, when the frontier lords and kingdoms united to stab Tureshian in the back, it was one of the territories that took the lead.
In the war where more than half of the empire’s forces were annihilated, the Empress, two princesses and three princes lost their lives, and the only survivor was Crown Prince Resban, who was nine years old at the time.
It was a tragic history of the empire, and also the legend that gave birth to the war-mad Crown Prince.
“It’s good that I can communicate well with you, Duke.”
As the corners of Resban’s mouth lifted slightly, Callian felt a deep chill.
It would be futile to refuse anyway, as he would bring an imperial edict with the emperor’s command next time.
Well, since Agripe is a land with sufficient productivity not only for food but also minerals, the rewards for troop support would be sweet.
“May I ask Your Highness one thing?”
As Resban nodded slightly, Callian continued:
“Do you intend to recover all of Tureshian’s former territories?”
Crown Prince Resban, nicknamed the ‘War Maniac’, always led the vanguard in conquest wars.
He was expanding the empire by ruthlessly crushing enemies and shedding blood.
There weren’t many territories left to reclaim now, but to do so would require shedding even more blood.
“Brayton was quite curious too. That child is always afraid of me.”
Callian’s hand flinched briefly at the mention of his half-brother, the Second Prince backed by Klaus.
Second Prince Brayton was the child of the current Empress and had just come of age at nineteen.
“He’s still young.”
Resban slowly drew the sword at his waist.
With the sound of the razor-sharp blade hitting the scabbard, everyone’s attention turned to the Crown Prince.
“At first, I only thought of avenging my siblings.”
A low voice flowed out.
A clear sword aura was shining blue at the tip of the Crown Prince’s sword.
“At some point, I realized. I was born to be a taker by nature.”
As he swung his sword once elegantly, a slight crack appeared in the air.
It was only a moment before the wooden dummy dozens of meters away shattered and fell.
The training soldiers could only stare blankly at the Crown Prince, frozen in place.
Is this truly the realm of humans, or has he made a contract with the devil as the rumors say?
Even without wind, the scent of blood wafted from around the Crown Prince.
“…I will reclaim all of Tureshian’s territories. And…”
The golden eyes moved elegantly, containing a chilling light.
“I will burn down all the kingdoms and territories that pointed their swords at Tureshian 20 years ago. I will reduce to ashes even those who cooperated with them, and the empire will swallow the fruits left by the traitors.”
“…”
“I’d like to give you a chance to share in the glory of the end of the war someday. The nobles of Torres are all cowards who tremble at the mere sight of a sword.”
Callian hid his sickened expression.
“We Klaus will support Crown Prince Your Highness in every way possible.”
“That’s good to hear.”
Resban slowly sheathed his sword.
There was weight behind all of Resban’s actions and words.
He was also more versed in strategy than anyone, planned meticulously, and was a man with the qualities of an emperor.
‘It’s a crude threat to directly draft me into the war if I raise objections.’
It was also the reason why he always came to the Duke’s mansion in person instead of summoning him to the imperial palace.
Implying that the soldiers in the empire belong to the emperor, and the forces of the Duke’s mansion also belong to the emperor.
“Then I’ll have the servants prepare tea now.”
As Callian, with a sour look, was about to call for a servant, Resban’s voice was heard again.
“The tea…”
Resban’s lips moved slightly.
His eyes, reminiscent of the sun, rippled subtly, but no one noticed the change, like a small stone thrown on the water’s surface.
“Have it prepared by the lake. The scenery there is quite nice.”
**
An ordinary person would have noticed from afar.
However, Resban is a master of masters who habitually suppresses his presence.
Unable to detect this and having to face him, Esika stroked her chest once.
Then she frowned and inwardly got annoyed.
‘Why does this Crown Prince keep coming to the Duke’s mansion, neglecting state affairs?’
It wasn’t every day, but rather a visit after nearly five days, but for her who had encountered him, it was inevitably irritating.
Since she had shown her face in maid’s clothes and lied about being a maid, she shouldn’t meet him as the Duchess Klaus from now on.
Although she was planning to uproot Klaus entirely anyway, it felt like an obstacle had appeared to her free movement.
In any case, since the milk was already spilled, she let out a small sigh and entered the kitchen of the Duke’s mansion.
“This can’t be called an elixir.”
“E-Elixir?”
Although she had requested the chef through Cela to produce an elixir according to the recipe in exchange for a bribe, what he made was just an unpalatable sauce.
In the end, she would have to teach him directly how to make the elixir.
“Who dares… to sneak into my kitchen like a rat!”
As she was entering the pantry of the kitchen, a rough, deep voice was heard from behind.
Turning around, she saw the fat, short, bald head chef Hemos holding a large kitchen knife and giving Esika a wary look.
“Huu…”
Esika let out a small sigh and relaxed her hands.
At the cracking sound, Hemos’s eyebrows twitched.
Head Chef Hemos. To prove how loyal he was to the First Lady, he always deliberately prepared food that had been left for days as Esika’s meals.
Once haughty, riding on the First Lady’s influence, but as Yuri started offering jewels, the Duchess’s interest drifted away, so his emotions are not good.
He’s in a relationship of mutual checks and balances with Yuri, who became the head maid, and shows the typical image of a petty person who is weak to the strong and strong to the weak.
Being typical means it’s easy to solve.
Soon, a wicked light gleamed in Esika’s blue eyes.
Translation complete. 100% of original text translated.
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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