Tiendavis - For Perfect Salvation (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
Ivy Ariate’s hair was dyed a mesmerizing watery hue.
Several nobles gasped in awe at the astonishing transformation.
Since the Manjanya Tower was erected 300 years ago, countless Purifiers have summoned Manjanya.
Yet among them, only the first Saintess had ever been colored by Manjanya’s light.
A new miracle—recreating the mystery once known only through texts—Ivy Ariate closed her eyes and raised her voice.
Following Ivy’s pitch, the lake churned and wind rose. Ivy’s long ceremonial gown and braided hair swayed in rhythm.
As Ivy’s tone grew higher, a blue light emerged from the lakebed—the glow of slumbering Manjanya resonating with Ivy’s voice.
The lake’s surface, once gently rippling, now spun rapidly as if caught in a miniature typhoon.
Though the wind blew fiercely, Ivy’s singing pierced through it all and awakened Manjanya.
Swirling waves, spreading radiance, a beautiful song, and at the center, a sacred maiden.
The nobles held their breath before the sight they could never grow accustomed to, no matter how often they saw it.
Some even felt an impulse to kneel before Ivy Ariate.
But Ivy gave them no chance to bow.
Her song grew faster and soared into a high note. As if chasing Ivy toward climax, the waters surged even more violently.
This world, which defied providence to escape ruin, is imperfect.
Four dragons once existed to mend this broken world, but now even they have vanished, leaving only legends beside frail humanity.
Ivy found this lonely. She pitied us, left alone in this flawed world.
So she sang willingly.
Though the world was imperfect, they still had to live—thus she raised her voice.
Ivy’s endlessly rising tone finally reached its peak, and with it, Manjanya’s light flooded forth, engulfing the world.
As brilliant light poured down, the nobles hastily shut their eyes. Yet even with eyes closed, they clearly felt the surroundings brighten.
The wind that came with it shook them violently, so the nobles abandoned dignity, curled into themselves, and braced against the shock.
After that single tempest passed, the world grew quiet once more.
Those who sensed the calm slowly opened their eyes one by one—and into their startled gazes came the peaceful lakeside scenery.
The light had already faded, and the storm had long subsided. Ivy Ariate’s hair, once dyed blue, had already returned to black.
Everything appeared just as it had before the purification rite—except for one thing.
The lake, once murky with brine, had become crystal clear, mirroring the noon sky like glass.
All that water had been purified. As if to confirm it, the tower’s boys drew lake water again and carried it up to the terrace.
Yet not a single noble tasted it—doing so felt like an insult to the miracle they’d just witnessed. They simply gazed endlessly at Ivy Ariate.
Sion Laurel was no exception.
Sion couldn’t take his eyes off Ivy.
Raw astonishment bloomed plainly on his usually cold face.
Just then, Ivy turned her head and looked toward Sion, seated on the terrace.
Their eyes met suddenly, yet Sion didn’t look away from Ivy’s gaze.
In response, Ivy offered him a faint smile.
That smile seemed to ask,
“Even now, am I still unfit to be Saintess?”
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The purification rite ended.
Originally, the rite was a dull, formal ceremony attended by high nobles merely for the tower’s prestige.
But ever since Ivy Ariate appeared two years ago, it transformed into a ritual one could witness only once every forty days—and even then, ordinary nobles had to reserve seats months in advance.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that among Tienda nobles, status was now divided between those who had and hadn’t seen Ivy’s purification.
And today, Ivy Ariate’s miracle was as wondrous as ever.
Thus, nobles caught in euphoria either lingered in its afterglow, chattered amongst themselves, or went searching for Ivy, the miracle’s source.
But Ivy herself, leaving behind all the cheers and applause, was gasping for breath alone in an empty storeroom.
“Oh dear, I’m exhausted. Oh dear, I’m going to die…”
Utterly contradicting her previous sacred appearance, Ivy crouched down and wailed. She’d used up all her strength summoning Manjanya.
Though utterly drained, she’d had to dash away immediately after the rite ended. Consequently, she hadn’t even changed clothes and was still half-soaked.
“I’ll leave once it quiets down a bit.”
Thinking this, Ivy leaned her back against a massive crystal beside her.
The place where she hid was filled with mineral formations resembling crystal—these were sea crystals filtered by Manjanya’s blessing, in other words, salt.
Whenever a proper purification rite was held, such crystals formed in the tower. This storeroom kept those crystals.
To hide here after performing such a magnificent rite… Ivy rested her forehead on her knees and lamented her pitiful state.
“I never thought my earplugs would fly away…”
Ivy had originally planned to return home as quickly as possible after the rite.
But the earplugs she’d temporarily removed during the ceremony had vanished without a trace—likely blown away by the raging winds.
So Ivy fled without even looking back the moment the rite ended.
Now, hidden in the storeroom, she hoped everyone would hurry home.
“Heh.”
Suddenly, a low chuckle escaped Ivy’s lips.
“Hehehe…”
Ivy buried her face in her knees and laughed darkly.
She’d just recalled the Earl staring at her, utterly spellbound.
Even the haughty Sion Laurel, after witnessing the rite, had been so shocked he couldn’t tear his eyes from her.
Ivy found it so satisfying she pounded the floor with her hands and feet in delight.
“He can’t possibly say I’m unfit to be Saintess anymore.”
Just as Ivy, smugly giggling “hehe,” was savoring her triumph, a familiar voice echoed from the corridor outside the storeroom.
“I saw Ivy Ariate head this way earlier.”
At that, Ivy’s heart, which had been floating airily, plummeted heavily back down.
Startled, Ivy held her breath—and along with approaching footsteps, a sharp voice rang out again.
“You said we’d talk later, yet you just ran off! There’s such a thing as being too frivolous!”
It was Rio Tuha, the Purifier who’d argued with Ivy earlier. Recognizing the voice, Ivy clamped a hand over her own mouth.
“Could she really be looking for me over that?”
Ivy shuddered at Rio Tuha’s rigid literalness.
People who took phrases like “see you later” or “we’ll talk later” at face value and then followed you—regardless of gender—were terrifying.
Footsteps reached the storeroom door. Ivy hastily hid herself in a corner, and right after a creak, the door opened.
“A storeroom?”
Rio muttered incredulously, then clicked her tongue in irritation.
“Where on earth has that person gone!”
Fortunately, that refined young lady didn’t realize someone could hide in such a place.
Relieved by Rio’s narrow-minded assumptions, Ivy waited patiently for her to leave.
“I simply can’t tolerate Ivy Ariate getting away so brazenly! Just look at what she did! No matter how desperate she is to climb the ranks, how dare she approach the Earl like that…!”
But instead of turning away, Rio Tuha began venting her frustration right there.
“It’s utterly shameful to belong to the same order as someone who so shamelessly begs for attention! If she lacks grace and dignity, she should at least be humble—but that woman, honestly, as if she’s trying to prove she’s not from Vis!”
At Rio’s blunt criticism, Ivy quietly pressed a hand to her forehead.
If asked to name the Purifier who hated her most, Ivy would unhesitatingly pick Rio Tuha.
Rio was the second daughter of the prestigious Tuha family, which had produced many Saintesses for generations.
Moreover, her own elder sister was none other than Roble Tuha, the current Saintess.
Thus, Rio, deeply connected to the Manjanya Tower, had a dream:
to become Saintess after her sister.
So the precious dream Ivy Ariate had thoroughly shattered was Rio Tuha’s hope of standing side by side with her sister in history.
“She’s as energetic as ever today.”
Ivy silently clicked her tongue at Rio’s huffing.
Knowing exactly why Rio hated her, Ivy wasn’t fazed in the slightest by those remarks.
So she calmly waited for Rio Tuha to tire herself out and leave—
“Someone seems to be inside.”
A calm voice—not Rio’s—spoke up.
“Huh?”
Startled, Rio stopped complaining, and Ivy, horrified, clamped her hand over her mouth again.
“Did they notice I’m here?”
She hadn’t made a sound—how could they possibly know?
Just as Ivy stood bewildered and alarmed—
“Is someone there?”
“Yes, I’m here!”
“Ivy Ariate!?”
“Yes, that’s right!”
The disaster unfolded in an instant.
Ivy, who’d cheerfully answered Rio’s question, squeezed her eyes shut in despair.
Urgent footsteps approached, and Ivy reluctantly rose from her spot.
Emerging from behind the salt crystals, Ivy faced two girls.
One was Rio Tuha, who’d been ranting all along; the other, who’d sensed Ivy’s presence, was none other than Miel Cedro.
“Of all people, it had to be these two…”
Seeing them, Ivy’s mood sank even deeper.
Rio, looking flustered, asked Ivy,
“What are you doing in a place like this?”
“I was listening to you insult me, Miss Tuha.”
Exhausted, Ivy let her mouth run freely.
Rio’s venomous expression froze in shock.
Normally, Ivy behaved so meekly it was almost annoying.
Though Rio believed it was all an act, Ivy Ariate had never spoken back like this before.
So Rio blinked in surprise at the unexpected retort, then belatedly furrowed her brows.
“Y-you! So you’ve decided to show your true colors now!”
Rio shouted, clearly flustered at being caught badmouthing.
“And what exactly did I say that was an insult?”
“Calling me someone who shamelessly begs for attention to climb the social ladder—that’s an insult, Miss Tuha.”
“What did you say!?”
“Saying I shamelessly beg for attention to climb the social ladder—that’s an insult, Miss Tuha.”
To Rio’s question, Ivy repeated the same answer twice.
Thus, she successfully created a confrontational atmosphere.
“Steward, what do I do!?”
Amid this escalating disaster, Ivy mentally called out to Deis.
She’d only answered five questions—and now this mess had erupted! Honestly, what kind of cursed misfortune was this?
Though furious inside, Ivy forced herself to calm down.
The dance was already over.
Now Ivy had only two choices: either become the village’s craziest girl right here, or fabricate a plausible excuse to escape.
Of course, Ivy chose the latter.
“…I know. That you dislike me, Miss Tuha.”
“What are you talking about now…”
“But even so, you didn’t have to say something like that.”
Before Rio could respond, Ivy finished her sentence without waiting or holding back.
Then she fixed Rio Tuha with a cold stare—
her face deeply wounded, her eyes filled with sorrow.
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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is this chapter from another story?…… it doesn’t make sense at all…