Madam Wants To Divorce Her Second Husband - Chapter 117

Coming back from the magic world, Riya rebuked her shameless stepmother.She was back to her first life with the world treasure and thought that her life would be smooth sailing.But…What was happening with the environment?Why did the mana suddenly recover on this Green Planet?And why did those magic beasts also appear?Riya: ???Ah, Riya silently swore to secretly become stronger to deal with these magic beasts that went on rampage. She would use her runes to make a better life while watching the world recover from the destruction.Unfortunately, things were not so simple.Her best friend’s brother suddenly locked his attention on her.“Ah, ah, ah, you don't have to mind me….”“The runes you make are really interesting. Can you show me more?” The man smiled and stepped closer.“I…I can, but can you please not come too close?!”Riya just wanted to meditate silently, so how did she suddenly attract this big boss’s attention?

The day she transmigrated it, she was already the wife of two men. She later became the Queen of the country. Her life has been cherished by seven men.

- Description from Novelupdates

The protagonist, Punk, is a cautious, cold-blooded, and ruthless Mage.

His goal is always his top priority, over feelings or morality. When unnecessary, he doesn’t like to act like pigs to eat tigers; there are almost no life and death struggles, sometimes risky but steady progress. No strong enemy everywhere, Instead, Punk is always a strong enemy of others.

And he has a very keen interest in the secrets and teachings of the Netheril civilization.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.