The Son-In-Law Of A Prestigious Household Wants A Divorce-Chapter 10: Garbage

“Sister?”

Early morning.

Alois, Helmont’s third son who had been training, discovered his sister kneeling all by herself in the garden.

How can someone be so beautiful?

Even her back exuded elegance, while her red hair emanated a sense of nobility—unlike the rest of the siblings’.

Alois genuinely loved his sister.

Just walking towards her already made his heart race with excitement.

If the roses had already bloomed, the atmosphere would have been so much better.

His steps were light, a sly smile decorated his lips.

“Sister~ Are you slacking off~?”

He whispered quietly, so no one could hear their conversation.

However, Rianna didn’t answer, and just kept her head bowed.

Hm?

That was when he noticed a single lilac blooming in front of her.

His brows furrowed, and he let out a sigh.

“What are the gardeners doing?”

Seemingly empathized with why Rianna was kneeling there, he said such words in an irritated tone.

“Don’t worry, Sister, I’ll tell the gardeners to get rid of that. You don’t need to—”

“Alois.”

Alois took a step back for a moment.

The mysterious chill in Rianna’s voice momentarily frightened him.

“Y-Yes Sister? I-Is something the matter?”

“I’m the one growing this flower.”

“...You, Sister?”

“Yes. So don’t touch it carelessly.”

“A-Ah, I understand.”

Though he said so, Alois tilted his head, confused.

The Rianna he knew wouldn’t plant something like a lilac, especially not in the family garden.

“Haa.”

Rianna slowly stood up and turned around.

“I should go to train.”

She passed by Alois, and that was when the latter noticed that her eyes were red.

He felt as if all the hair on his body stood, as if a lightning bolt had struck his head.

Sister cried?

It was the first time he had ever seen this in his life.

For a moment there, he was shocked, wondering if she really was the Rianna he knew.

“Hmm.”

But then, a smile, stretching from one ear to another, appeared on his lips. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

He was excited.

His sister, who was like an impregnable fortress, had actually shed tears in front of him.

Buried in sorrow and suffering.

Seeing her like that for the first time in his life, he felt a thrilling pleasure.

Is it because of Isaac?

His sharp intuition allowed him to quickly grasp the situation.

That means the lilac is also related to him.

Well, I can find out if I ask the gardener.

But that’s not important right now.

Alois followed Rianna with quick steps, acting as if he was tactless.

“Sister, have you decided on your next marriage partner?”

Rianna stopped abruptly.

Her cold gaze was subtly filled with killing intent and anger.

Oh no, I might get a hard on.

He forced himself to hold back his lower body from swelling as he let out a kind smile.

“I don’t think it’s good for you to stay divorced for too long. Of course remarrying too quickly wouldn’t be good either...”

He deliberately kept on provoking her.

This was the first time he had seen his sister being so emotional.

So, he was curious to see how she’d respond.

“Anyway, someone of your stature should have plenty of marriage prospects, Sister. Just forget about Isaac, okay?”

She won’t get angry at me here, there is no real reason to.

So, will she cry instead?

Or will she just run away since she doesn’t want to hear it?

“He didn’t deserve you anyway. Also, I do think that the divorce is good for him too.”

Alois was being sincere when he said that.

If Isaac didn’t bring up divorce, he would’ve faced a great misfortune.

After all, the family head had allowed Rianna to get pregnant.

The thought of my sister bearing that bastard’s child is—!

In fact, the other day, he had planned to drop the chandelier on Isaac.

Although his plan ended up in failure, he didn’t plan to stop there.

So, the fact that Isaac left on his own accord was actually good for his own sake.

“Honestly, as someone of common birth, he must’ve found it difficult to endure living with—”

“Alois.”

Rianna’s voice echoed, in monotone.

She had returned to her usual expression.

Her reaction disappointed Alois, but he didn’t show it. Meanwhile Rianna suggested something to him, not changing her tone.

“Let’s spar.”

“...Pardon?”

“Morning training. Let’s spar, you and me. It’s been a while since we last sparred, no?”

“...”

“I’ll see how much your skills have improved.”

“W-Wait a moment, sister.”

Flustered, Alois called out to Rianna.

He didn’t know what kind of misfortune he might face if they were to spar now.

For her to vent her anger this way was something he had never imagined, so he tried to say something, but...

Rianna had already drawn her red greatsword, Ragnavel.

“Follow me, Alois.”

Red aura emanated from Riana’s entire body; the ‘Crimson Essence,’ the Sword Energy that was unique to Helmont.

Though it was a type of Sword Energy, the red power surrounded her entire body, protecting her like armor. Her long hair swayed as if dancing.

“...”

Alois, who had unknowingly crossed the line in his excitement, could only follow her to the training ground with a tearful expression.

*   *   *That father-daughter pair could go on and on with the alcohol...

Isaac forcibly moved his legs, stepping out to the training ground while holding his throbbing head.

The cold morning air of the North that pierced his lungs somewhat subsided the aftereffects of the strong liquor he drank last night.

“Are you alright, Sir Isaac?”

Jonathan approached with a worried expression.

He seemed to notice that Isaac’s expression didn’t look good.

“I’m fine, but Jonathan... How did I get back to my room yesterday?”

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He wasn’t joking, he really couldn’t remember anything.

The last thing he remembered was him and the Cardias father-daughter pair having a heated discussion about spearmanship, enveloped in a good atmosphere.

But as he kept on drinking the alcohol Anna poured, at some point his memory got cut off.

“Lady Silverna supported you and barely got you back to your lodgings, it was really surprising! A-Ah, I was waiting at your lodgings last night because I was worried...”

“...Is that so? I’m sorry.”

He sighed, slapping his forehead with his palm.

Even his sigh reeked of alcohol, prompting him to frown.

It was just like the time I went drinking with Grandmaster. We ended up drinking too much without realizing it.

Still, it showed how excited he was during that dinner.

Uldiran Cardias was a hero he hadn’t met in his previous life.

He was a great general who held out for a month without support from the kingdom during the Transcendent Race’s invasion.

The thought of drinking with him made Isaac more excited than he thought.

“I should apologize to Silverna later.”

Hopefully, I hadn’t said anything wrong yesterday—

“Um, Sir Isaac?”

“Hm?”

“It might be presumptuous of me to say this, but...”

Jonathan glanced around nervously.

With hands neatly folded, he bowed his head.

“You are Lady Rianna’s spouse, aren’t you, Sir Isaac? I think...it would be better to minimize contact with other women...”

“...Right.”

“I’m sorry! Please forgive me for speaking out of turn!”

Seeing Jonathan was about to prostrate himself, Isaac quickly grabbed his shoulders, stopping him.

“No, you’re right, Jonathan.”

“T-Thank you for your mercy!”

Indeed. He had planned to divorce Rianna, but he hadn’t yet.

Besides, only Helmont’s direct line and the cooks knew about this, so Jonathan’s advice was a sensible one.

Isaac stroked the ring on his left ring with a bitter expression. Then, he changed the subject.

“Anyway, are you going to participate with us in the training? I thought knights and guards who came as the nobles’ adjutants were immediately put on duty.”

Unlike the dispatched nobles who’d need to have their basics straightened since most of them were just talented prospects instead of actual warriors...

Those who were sent to accompany them were all talented warriors who were immediately assigned to guard the wall.

“No, I have afternoon duty, so I came to assist you, Sir Isaac. Also, I need to do some personal training.”

Such diligence, such innocence.

Just as Isaac was about to pat his shoulder and encourage him with his bright smile...

“Why should I?!”

An angry voice rang out from the training ground.

The source was the group of nobles that gathered for morning training.

One of them stepped forward and shouted at the officer that was acting as their instructor.

“Are you disrespecting the Drakemoor Family? Do you think you have the right to do so just because you can handle this petty spearmanship?!”

“That’s not the case at all.”

Drakemoor?

Just like Helmont, Drakemoor was a family famous for their swordsmanship.

Of course, their status was far below that of Helmont’s, but they had enough prestige that no one would dare to disrespect them.

“Wall duty isn’t the only work that you nobles will have to do here. Escort missions, search missions, reconnaissance, supporting the nearby villages—there is much work for you to do.”

Even though they were novices, the other party was still nobility.

The instructor responded calmly even in a situation where he could treat it as insubordination.

“So? What are you trying to say? Are you implying that we don’t wanna do all that? Have we ever said that, huh?”

“...”

“What I’m complaining about is the way you treat us like idiots and make us do this pointless training! I tried to endure it yesterday, but... Today you’re making us do this basic training again?”

A mood of subtle agreement flowed among the dispatched nobles.

“We came all the way here because you couldn’t even properly clear out the Demonic Beast Colony. And yet, you dare to test the people who came to cover up your incompetence? You don’t even have a solution to deal with the hive right now!!”

The atmosphere turned ugly.

Even for nobles, this was crossing the line, but.

The other nobles behind him had already taken a supportive stance towards the fool from the Drakemoor, making it difficult to move carelessly.

One wrong move here could turn all the influential nobles against them.

“Hmph!”

At that moment, a short-haired woman grabbed her spear with a snort and walked onto the training ground.

Silverna Cardias.

With a smile full of competitive spirit, she stood in front of the Drakemoor fool.

“Your name?”

“Meladik Drakemoor.”

The noble—Meladik—subtly placed his hand on his sword.

Seeing this, the corners of Silverna’s mouth twitched.

“You do have some sense, I see. Alright, draw your sword. Let’s see if you really have the skills to perform wall duties without dying.”

This was the northern way.

From the moment he started causing trouble, this was the exact thing that would happen.

Everyone’s attention focused on the two of them.

“Jonathan, watch Silverna’s spearmanship carefully. It’ll be very helpful.”

“But... I use a greatsword?”

“Stop saying such an ignorant thing. Just watch carefully.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Jonathan saluted as he opened his eyes wide for the duel.

What a nostalgic feeling.

Isaac smiled faintly with his arms crossed.

In his previous life, he only met Silverna a few years from now on.

To be exact...

When the Malidean Wall finally fell to the Transcendent Race, and she came out as the sole survivor.

It was the Grandmaster that had brought her to him. By then, she had already abandoned the name Silverna, and instead, had taken the name of Cardias.

I still remember how surprised I was.

When he first saw her spearmanship, it felt like he was experiencing a new world.

It was to the point that he followed her around, dragging his cane with him for a while, asking various questions.

“There is a reason why I praised the Cardias’ spearmanship.”

“I see!”

He added to Jonathan with a smile, thinking that he’d get to see something good after a while.

Then, the duel began.

In the end, Meladik only lasted five exchanges, fell on his backside and lost his sword.

At the same time, cheers erupted from the soldiers surrounding them.

“As expected of the young lady! You’re the greatest!”

“Amazing! The perfect spear!”

“Great Cardias!”

On the contrary, the morale of the dispatched nobles was crushed, and resentful gazes poured towards Meladik.

Jonathan also poured out his praises.

“A-Amazing! So that’s the Cardias’ spearmanship!”

While Jonathan shouted exaggeratedly.

Isaac’s mouth was agape, finding what he had just seen hard to believe.

“No...”

“Pardon?”

“No, that’s not...”

“W-What do you mean?”

Hearing Jonathan’s confused question, Isaac, uncharacteristically flustered, blurted out his true feelings.

“That’s not! That’s not it! That was... That was just garbage...!”

What on earth did I just see?

That?

Is that supposed to be Silverna’s spear?

His shout, burst out in his bewilderment, stretched out far.

And...

“What?”

Unfortunately...

The sharp northern wind carried his voice to Silverna’s ears.