The Son-In-Law Of A Prestigious Household Wants A Divorce-Chapter 32: Nortemus

Jonathan spent his childhood years in a church that also operated as an orphanage.

His only friends were fellow orphans at the church.

Among those kids, there was a timid child who always walked behind everyone else.

And that kid was Jonathan.

[Hey, dog! Bark!]

[Let’s get something from the gutter and feed it to it!]

Teasing the mutt that lived in the neighborhood.

That was the most innovative game a group of orphans with no money or parents could play back then.

‘I’m different than them.’

But Jonathan was different. At his young age, he possessed this superior feeling whenever he watched them bullying the dog.

He prided himself on being the most mature among them, as the only one who followed the nun’s teachings to not bully the dog.

Then came a shocking day.

[Aaaaargh!]

[Shit! Tom got bitten!]

Perhaps one of them unknowingly stepped on its tail.

The neighborhood mutt went feral and bit one of the kids’ neck.

Everything happened in an instant.

Tom, once his friend, collapsed clutching his neck, blood pouring profusely as he cried.

The children fled in terror to find the nun.

However, unlike the others, Jonathan stood still.

‘Heh...’

Watching his friend being mauled by the dog, the young Jonathan realized...

‘Hehe...’

That he wasn’t mature at all.

If anything, he was worse than them, not better.

‘Hehehe...’

That day, he redefined himself.

‘I am different.’

As someone who was distant from the sensibilities of ordinary people.

For years, Jonathan worked hard to hide his true nature.

But Tom’s final moments would always appear in his dreams, seducing him with a temptation that was as sweet as a succubus’.

Eventually, Jonathan ventured out for a night stroll.

It wasn’t anything special.

He just went to the city’s entertainment district.

Always bustling, always noisy.

Drunkards, people bumping shoulders at each other, people looking for women with perverted gazes.

A place where fistfights or even knife fights were common occurrences.

That day was no different than usual.

As he sneaks out of the church at dawn.

Prowling the streets like a hyena hungry for the scent of blood.

He happened to overhear the drunkards’ laments.

[Did you hear? They say a flock of man-eating crows is roaming nearby.]

[They’re all making a fuss about subjugating them.]

[Haa, I’m worried. My son’s in the guard.]

At that moment, Jonathan felt his body heat up.

Aren’t man-eating crows Demonic Beasts about the size of a person?

They’re going to die then.

A lot of people will.

Just imagining that scenario brought excitement and euphoria he’d never felt in his life.

That was when he thought that it’d be the perfect time to bid his farewell to Tom, who had kept him company for so long.

From then on, scenes created by the man-eating crows would appear in his dreams every night.

A few days later.

Before Jonathan could even go looking for them, the man-eating crows already flew over the city walls and invaded the town.

[Jonathan?!]

He shook off the nun’s hand and dashed out of the church.

The pungent smell of blood...

And the familiar scenery painted with flesh and entrails stimulated Jonathan’s heart.

‘Kuk...’

His laughter bubbled up.

‘Kuhuhuk!’

He never imagined he could feel such emotions in his life.

Ecstasy.

Euphoria.

Pleasure.

[J-Jonathan?!]

The terrified voice of the nun echoed from behind him.

His bizarre behavior struck the nun like a betrayal, as she was someone who had raised him all his life.

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Using the nun’s sobs as a requiem, Jonathan spread his arms, mourning the occasion together with her.

His tears flowed, filled with certainty.

‘Ah, I...’

This is how I’ll live.

Wearing the mask of a human.

As one who is inhuman.

That’s how I’ll—

Boom!

Then, the black clouds covering the sky split in half.

The black clouds—the flock of man-eating crow, began to fall to the ground as they flapped their wings helplessly.

A red Sword Aura.

No matter who you’d ask, they’d all agree that its color resembled that of a rose.

Even though in truth, it was deeper than a rose.

Rather than a rose, it was close to blood.

[...]

A man with fluttering red hair, holding a massive greatsword in his hands, walking down the main street nonchalantly.

His name was Arandel.

Arandel Helmont.

The great and glorious head of Helmont.

‘Ah.’

Jonathan’s eyes were no longer locked onto the pile of corpses.

The lingering scent of spilled blood receded, replaced by a subtle rose fragrance.

‘Aah-!’

With just a single sword strike.

Countless things were cut down.

The man wasn’t only cutting a horde of demonic beasts.

But also the tragedy that had befallen the town.

The death that had come amidst peace.

And the chaos the crow flock would bring.

Then, lastly...

He cut away Jonathan’s crumbling life.

That was how...

‘O great Helmont—!’

Jonathan’s life was completely transformed.

*   *   *“COMRAAADEEE!”

“SHUT UUUUP!”

Black tears streamed down Jonathan’s cheeks. His voice, shouting at the top of his lungs, was filled with desperation.

“Why are you betraying us, Comrade?! Why are you denying your blood—?!”

Nortemus lamented passionately.

But Jonathan paid no heed to that and gritted his teeth.

“I am! A knight of Helmont–-!”

“For mere knighthood?! Your blood is not the blood of Helmont! Don’t be misguided, Comrade!”

“So what?! What does that have to do with anything?!”

Jonathan’s will was as firm as an unwavering greatsword.

“Such incredible willpower...!”

There was only one reason Jonathan hadn’t succumbed to Nortemus’ temptation.

The shock of that day, still vivid in his mind.

The symbol of Helmont that was etched in his mind.

Whatever Nortemus had was pale in comparison to that.

“Comrade! How could you deny yourself like that?! Denying your own instincts is tantamount to defining our existence as evil!”

“...!”

He wanted to answer, but no voice came out.

The black smoke emanating from his entire body entered Jonathan’s mouth, twisting his teeth and tongue.

However...

“What a mess.”

An answer came from the opposite side of Jonathan.

The wind split.

A clear sword strike resembling a crescent moon.

“What—!”

Swish!

Just like that, Nortemus’ right arm fell to the ground. He inhaled sharply as blood vessels in his eyes bulged amidst the spurting blood.

“HUMAAAN!!”

Isaac’s tachi had severed Nortemus’ elbow in an instant.

Thud!

Then, a spear flew through the air and pierced his abdomen.

It lodged right under the greatsword that was piercing him, making him spew blood instead of words.

That was none other than Silverna’s handiwork, as she maintained her stance and fixed her glare at Nortemus.

Though his view was obscured by the greatsword, Nortemus clearly understood what had happened. Unrestrained anger immediately burst out of his mouth.

“AAAAAAAGH—! YOU–! YOOUUUUUU—!”

But, neither Isaac nor Silverna had any intention of listening.

Faster than anyone, Isaac gripped his tachi in reverse grip and plunged it into Nortemus’s side.

Squelch!

“Kuuk! Kueeeeek!”

Nortemus, who had been screaming out loud, could no longer speak properly as blood welled up in his mouth.

But Isaac didn’t stop there. He took a stance to draw his sword again.

Two swords remained at his waist.

Isaac’s eyes, reaching for the tachi instead of the falchion, traced the trajectory ahead.

[The moment you draw the sword from its scabbard, it marks the end.]

“...!”

[Iai. That’s what it’s called.]

A red line was drawn across Nortemus’ white nape.

The sword tip had already passed, causing blood to gush out, preventing him from screaming.

Nortemus, desperately grasping his dangling head with his left hand, glared fiercely at Isaac.

“Puaaaak!”

It was as if he hadn’t even registered what happened to his nerves, Nortemus opened his mouth and more smoke leaked out as his head dangling on his neck.

[Watch properly. This isn’t something that’s so easy to learn.]

‘Why are you teaching me this when I can’t even use my legs?’

[I won’t show you even if you beg to see it again. So watch carefully.]

Isaac felt as if he could hear the Grandmaster’s bitter words as he hastily took a step back.

“I should have watched more closely.”

This was a golden opportunity to finish the Transcendent off.

Swish!

Silverna’s spear, responding to her Aura, pulled itself out again.

Jonathan retreated, taking advantage of the opening Isaac had created.

Despite having a greatsword piercing his heart...

A hole in his abdomen from the spear...

His right arm severed and rolling on the ground, and his head dangling...

“He’s still not dead?”

Nortemus stood firmly on two legs, glaring at the human in front of him.

“Kuuh, uuuuk!”

Nortemus struggled, unable to breathe.

His attention that had been focused on Jonathan now turned to Isaac, and he shouted in indignation.

“HOW DARE YOU—! IMITATE OUR SWORD!!”

Isaac didn’t answer.

Because it wasn’t even worth responding to.

“Haak! Haak!”

Nortemus’ long hair, partly severed by the tachi’s recent slash, fluttered in the wind.

He was essentially no different from a walking corpse.

Black smoke began to billow and spread from the wound where the greatsword was lodged in.

“Planning to escape?”

Silverna swung her aura-infused spear wide.

A fierce wind blew like a Sword Aura, pushing back the smoke.

However, when the smoke cleared...

Nortemus appeared in a different place.

“Haak! Haak!”

Right in front of the pile of villagers’ corpses.

“Stop him!”

Before Isaac could even finish his shout, Sharen, who was nearby, was already swinging her greatsword.

Helmont’s unique reflexes had made her charge the moment she spotted Nortemus.

She gathered her Crimson Essence in her greatsword.

Her greatsword poured out an Inferno Surge as if spilling water from a bucket, but...

“Kuuuk!”

Nortemus sacrificed his remaining left hand to block it.

Immediately, his left hand was crushed like a lump of meat.

And then...

Having lost both hands, he continued to spew black smoke with the greatsword still lodged in his heart.

“COMRADE—!”

Sharen’s greatsword swung again.

“I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO STAY WITH YOU UNTIL THE VERY END!”

And decisively cut off the head that Isaac’s sword hadn’t managed to sever. Tracing the same arc, the greatsword...

“Good bye!”

Slash!

Cut off Nortemus’ head.

His head spun in the air, before plunging into the pile of corpses.

The black smoke that had been spewing from his heart scattered in all directions, but was pushed away by Sharen’s greatsword.

“We did it!”

The moment Sharen shouted with a bright smile.

The black smoke began to gather towards the pile of corpses where Nortemus’ head was mixed in.