The Youngest Daughter of the Swordsmanship Family Turned Great Mage (32 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 8
Then the maidservant with auburn hair, who had introduced herself as Joan, approached with a smile.
“It’s all right. We’ll just get everything ready for you and wait outside the screen.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Miss Isabelle does the same.”
“Lady Isabelle… I mean, my sister too?”
“Yes.”
Rogette drew courage from those words and took a step forward.
“All right.”
Thanks to that, Rogette was able to finish her bath smoothly on her own. It was slightly awkward knowing three maids stood on the other side of the screen, but after coming here, she realized this was something she’d have to grow accustomed to.
After washing herself alone, the maids helped her change into fresh clothes. The three maids fussed over Rogette once she was dressed.
“Goodness, you’re absolutely beautiful, my lady!”
“You look like an angel.”
“How can anyone be so lovely?”
Rogette assumed they were exaggerating just to curry favor with her.
‘I know very well I’m not pretty.’
Elisha, the beloved youngest daughter of Marquis Dallas, had always said this to Rogette.
—“You’re the ugliest child I’ve ever seen. How can someone be so hideous? Even your hair is a dull pink.”
Every day, Elisha belittled Rogette, and Rogette had practically been brainwashed by those words. Naturally, Rogette came to believe she was hideous.
“Please look in the mirror. See how adorable you are.”
“No. I won’t look.”
Rogette desperately covered her face and avoided the mirror. Joan, who had tried to hand her a hand mirror, was inwardly surprised by her strong refusal but carefully put the mirror away without showing it.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“Shall we go down for breakfast, then? Everyone’s probably waiting.”
“Okay.”
Guided kindly by Joan, Rogette headed to the dining room on the first floor. Just as Joan had said, the other children were already seated in the dining room.
Embarrassed at being late, Rogette’s cheeks flushed warm. At least Duke Adrian hadn’t arrived yet—that was a small mercy.
“I’m sorry.”
She hurriedly sat down in the chair a servant pulled out for her. Lucas was the first to respond.
“No! We just came early.”
He rubbed his stomach with an exaggerated motion unbecoming of a noble child.
“I worked up such a huge appetite during morning training that I rushed over.”
“Lucas.”
Isabelle scolded her younger brother.
“That’s so undignified.”
Despite the reprimand, Lucas simply laughed. To Rogette, he resembled the little dog she’d often seen back at the orphanage—the white pup that wagged its tail and followed the children around no matter what.
“Heh.”
She unintentionally chuckled at the thought, drawing everyone’s attention toward her. Realizing this too late, Rogette quickly composed her expression.
“It’s nothing.”
“I don’t know what you were thinking, but you look lovely when you smile.”
Daniel, seated across from her, smiled gently.
“Do you like your room?”
“Yes, very much!”
She began speaking excitedly but lowered her voice upon catching Isabelle’s gaze.
“I really like it.”
“I’m glad.”
Just then, Duke Adrian entered the dining room. As soon as he took his seat at the head of the table, the appetizers began to be served.
‘Ah…’
Rogette bit her lip slightly as she looked at the salad placed before her.
‘It’s shrimp.’
She was allergic to shrimp. It wasn’t life-threatening—she wouldn’t have trouble breathing—but eating it always made her entire body itch.
She’d only discovered her shrimp allergy after arriving at the Dallas household. The orphanage she’d lived in was far from the sea and rarely served seafood.
‘Whenever I refused to eat shrimp, I got scolded.’
Marquis Dallas had forced her to eat it despite knowing about her allergy. Would she be scolded here too if she didn’t eat it?
Misinterpreting her hesitation, Lucas, seated diagonally across from her, chimed in.
“It’s hard because you haven’t learned dining etiquette yet, right? Just use the forks from the outside in! It’s really not hard at all!”
He must have assumed she was unsure which of the many forks to use.
‘I already know all the dining rules…’
At the Dallas estate, she’d been beaten on the back of her hands with a switch every time she made a mistake, until now she could dine as flawlessly as any noble.
Still, as Rogette hesitated, Isabelle, seated beside her, picked up the salad fork and placed it in Rogette’s right hand.
“Didn’t you hear? Just use this one.”
“Oh, yes.”
If I don’t eat it, they’ll scold me for being picky. I hate being scolded. And I hate the thought of being sent away even more.
Gripping the fork so tightly her already pale hand grew even paler, Rogette speared a shrimp and popped it into her mouth.
She chewed it firmly with her molars. It tasted good. Truthfully, though allergic, Rogette didn’t dislike the flavor of shrimp.
When Rogette finished every bite of her salad, including the shrimp, Daniel across from her praised her.
“You eat your vegetables so well—how lovely.”
Her cheeks tinged pink as Rogette popped the last shrimp into her mouth without hesitation.
‘I’m glad I ate it.’
…she told herself, as if giving herself praise.
The rest of the meal proceeded without difficulty, thanks to the lucky fact that her allergic reaction hadn’t appeared yet.
It was a bit unusual that meat was served for breakfast, but perhaps it was because everyone had trained beforehand.
When Rogette blinked in surprise at the steak before her—larger than her own palm—Isabelle once again placed a knife and fork in her hands.
“What are you staring at? Eat quickly.”
“Huh? Yes, yes.”
As Rogette tried to cut the meat with her child-sized cutlery, Daniel took her plate outright.
“I’ll cut it for you.”
He sliced the steak into pieces small enough to fit neatly in her mouth and returned the plate. Rogette swallowed hard as she gazed at the pink, juicy interior of the meat.
“Eat up quickly!”
Lucas urged her, clearly curious to see her reaction to the steak.
With a determined expression, Rogette brought a piece of steak to her lips. As her molars sank in, the rich juices flowed out. It melted tenderly with just a few chews.
Though she’d lived at the Dallas estate for over ten years, she’d never tasted a steak this tender and delicious. The meat she’d always eaten had been tough and dry.
‘So I was treated differently.’
The belated realization struck her. No wonder she’d never understood why Elisha praised the chef for making steak “melt in your mouth.”
Whether it was the delayed sorrow or the overwhelming flavor of the meat, tears welled in Rogette’s eyes. Lucas burst out laughing.
“Is it really that good?”
“Mmm… yes.”
Rogette kept eating the steak.
But her happiness didn’t last long. When dessert arrived, her allergic reaction finally began to show. It started with an itch on her arms, then gradually spread to her throat.
Under the table, Rogette scratched her arms vigorously. The stinging sensation suggested she’d already broken the skin.
“What’s wrong?”
Duke Adrian, having quickly noticed her distress, asked. Rogette shook her head firmly.
“It’s nothing.”
“But why aren’t you eating dessert? It’s our chef’s best custard pudding!”
Lucas tilted his head in confusion.
“Well…”
If she lifted her arms to eat dessert, the bright red hives would be exposed. Then they’d surely discover her shrimp allergy.
At that moment, Duke Adrian approached with a stern expression. Kneeling beside her, he gently took hold of her arm.
“…!”
Seeing the hives and raw scratches on her arm, the duke quietly instructed Sebastian, who stood waiting nearby.
“Quickly summon the family physician.”
[This is the timeline separator]The Adrian family physician, whose hair was as white as Sebastian’s, examined Rogette. Duke Adrian watched from a short distance away as the physician assessed her.
The three Adrian siblings had already quietly left the room, sensing their father’s anger.
Rogette hung her head guiltily, yet she still felt the duke’s sharp gaze burning into the top of her skull.
“It appears to be an allergic reaction.”
After his examination, the physician concluded.
“Allergy?”
“Yes. I heard shrimp was served as an appetizer today. Shellfish allergies are actually quite common in the Empire. It seems you simply hadn’t encountered seafood before, so you never realized you were allergic.”
“…”
“The hives will subside quickly once you take antihistamines. However, the scratches on your arms may leave scars.”
“I see. Thank you. You may go.”
“Yes.”
Even after the physician left, Duke Adrian’s expression remained grim. Rogette hesitantly swallowed the allergy medicine he handed her.
Only after Rogette finished the entire cup of water did the duke finally speak.
“I’m sorry.”
“…?”
“I should have checked beforehand whether you had any allergies. This was my oversight.”
Rogette couldn’t understand at all why Duke Adrian was apologizing. Marquis Dallas had always told her the allergy was her own fault.
Elisha, the cherished youngest daughter of the Dallas family, had even mocked her: “It’s because you were born lowborn that you can’t enjoy fine food. If you’d eaten delicacies like me since childhood, you wouldn’t have developed such allergies.”
If anyone should apologize, it should have been her.
So why was Duke Adrian apologizing?
She wanted to ask. But after pressing her lips together, the words that came out were entirely different.
“I’m sorry.”
Only then did Duke Adrian’s expression soften. He knelt before Rogette, who sat at the edge of the bed, and took her hands in his.
“This isn’t your fault.”
“No, it is. I’m flawed… I shouldn’t have had an allergy like this…”
Duke Adrian quickly noticed something wrong with Rogette’s words. The child not only accepted her allergy calmly but also genuinely believed it was a flaw.
Therefore…
“You already knew you were allergic.”
“…”
“Who told you that was a bad thing?”
“…”
“Was it the orphanage director?”
Rogette shook her head vigorously.
“No.”
“Then who was it?”
“…”
When Rogette clamped her mouth shut like a clam, the duke changed his question.
“If you already knew you were allergic, why did you eat it?”
“…”
“Rogette.”
“…”
“Rogette Adrian.”
Rogette instinctively realized she was being scolded. Yet she still couldn’t understand why.
She’d endured pain and eaten the shrimp precisely to avoid punishment—yet here she was, being scolded anyway. It wasn’t unfair, but it frightened her.
Marquis Dallas was a mage, but Duke Adrian was a knight. The difference in build—and strength—was immense. If he struck her, how much would it hurt?
Clasping her hands together, Rogette mumbled.
“…”
“Hmm?”
“Because… being picky is bad.”
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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Poor director haha finally we have an honest and good director. But the duke’s suspicion has a reason
Oh? That ended up better than i expected hahaha. Alsoooo! Omg, it is the first time a character has my same birthday, quite amusing
I bet is her orphanage’s friends 🥺happy to see the baby like that. Alsoooooo, do the prince remember all his past life? Why thooo