We Will Get Divorced: The Perfect Divorce Plan of the Sacrificial Daughter and the Cold-Blooded Soldier - Chapter 12

The carriage raced down the highway.

“The rebellion broke out in a village called Ruhen at the western edge of Harrop. Early this morning, villagers took up arms and blocked the highway. There have been no casualties so far.”

“Are there any peacekeeping forces in the village?”

“Only a self-defense militia – no official organizations have been deployed.”

“Any precedent for rebellion in Ruhen?”

“Records show one incident during the previous governor’s term.”

“The previous governor… Kevin Eirondale.”

Zack rapidly delivered information as the carriage rocked. Julian nodded to each point and interjected questions as needed.

Upon receiving news of the rebellion, Julian immediately decided to send scouts.

Naturally, I assumed he would send someone else, but it was Julian himself who boarded the carriage. Judging by how nobody around us commented, this probably wasn’t unusual. Riding along were a servant serving as coachman, Zack as guard,

“There’s no rebellion in Ruhen. That record is mistaken.”

and me, who had forced my way along.

“Hey, Sierra.”

“Ruhen is a small village where everyone works together raising sheep. There aren’t even thirty villagers. A rebellion would be impossible. They probably just had some sheep escape.”

“…Sierra.”

“When sheep escape in that village, they block the highway to catch them. Your brother Kevin just misunderstood. The record should have been corrected, but your brother can be somewhat careless. Not that I mean he’s usually anything less than a righteous, compassionate, boss-type of fine young man—”

“I’m telling you to listen.”

His words cut through the gaps between my sentences with knife-like anger.

“My apologies. I was talking too much again.”

Julian’s anger-filled eyes held the cold of an icy sea, making me tremble involuntarily.

“First of all, why are you in this carriage? I told you to wait at the mansion.”

“M-my apologies. But you’re still unfamiliar with Eirondale, sir. As deputy to the duke, I know every corner of Eirondale. I thought I could definitely be of help…”

“Zack. I told you to tie Sierra up at the mansion.”

“I couldn’t manage it.”

“Did she sweet-talk you? You’ve gone soft since leaving the battlefield.”

“No, it’s…”

“That’s not it, please don’t blame Zack. He definitely carried out your orders. It’s just that I’m better at escaping ropes than picking locks.”

As I returned the rope with a thud, the reproachful gaze he’d directed at Zack turned toward me.

“…More skills passed down from the Azizi Company. How many have you been taught?”

“How many? Let’s see, two, three, four… Um, should rope escapes and handcuff escapes be counted separately?”

“Enough, I get it.”

Cutting off my finger-counting, Julian let out a sigh.

“At this point, we can’t turn back anyway. Come along.”

“Thank you!”

“Is this wise, Lord Julian? Scouting missions aren’t games. Bringing an amateur could lead to mistakes.”

“A woman who can sneak into a carriage without us noticing and even escape ropes is no amateur. Really, that father of mine. Of all people, he had to assign me this impossible woman.”

“Please rest assured. Regarding that matter as well, I intend to fulfill my commission as quickly as possible. But first, I’ll devote my full efforts to solving this problem. Everything is for your divorce!”

I thrust my fist up with a rallying cry, but nobody joined in. Maybe this is just an Eirondale cultural thing?

“Madam, your enthusiasm is appreciated, but remember our purpose here is scouting. Please don’t overstep and do anything unnecessary.”

Instead, I got a warning. And after I defended him earlier.

“Understood, madam.”

“I understand. By the way, about what’s ahead—”

“Madam. I believe I just told you not to overstep.”

“S-sorry. But…”

“What is it?”

“The road gets bumpy ahead, so you should hold onto something.”

“Whoa!”

Too late. Zack slid spectacularly from his seat. Well, this isn’t my fault, right?

When I stole a glance at Julian’s expression, he abruptly turned his face away.

Apparently, I’d completely exasperated him.

That his mouth seemed slightly curved in a smile was probably just my imagination.