We Will Get Divorced: The Perfect Divorce Plan of the Sacrificial Daughter and the Cold-Blooded Soldier - Chapter 13

The carriage that had been running without rest conveyed a gentle incline through the seats. It seemed we had begun ascending a small hill.

“My lord, if one were to block the highway, the standard tactic would be position ourselves before the bridge just beyond this hill.”

“Stop the carriage.”

Julian immediately issued the order to halt. Though exasperated, he seemed to trust my insight as his duchess and deputy.

“We’ll scout from the hilltop.”

After carefully surveying our surroundings, Julian was the first to disembark from the carriage.

“Please wait in the carriage, my lady.”

Following him, Zach stepped down onto the grass.

“All righty then.”

Without delay, I too descended from the carriage.

“My lady!”

“I’m sorry. Just for a moment, only a brief look.”

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t believe the villagers of Ruhen would plan a rebellion. Frankly, I was shocked enough that Ruhen even had weapons in the first place.

It must just be some sheep that escaped. Clinging strongly to that hope as I climbed the hill,

“…Oh, this is terrible.”

I despaired at the sight below.

A single river flowed along the outer perimeter of Ruhen village, and before its bridge, a barricade had been erected where a number of armed individuals were gathered.

Their armaments were clearly excessive for chasing sheep.

“I see, at least the positioning is just as Sierra said. What’s your assessment, Zach?”

“Well, for a barricade made by villagers, it’s quite well thought out. They’ve simply cut down and laid trees across, but with all those dense branches, breaking through would be quite difficult. Even if we sent troops to attack head-on, they’d buy time there and drop the bridge in the meantime. Troublesome indeed.”

“Right, next we’ll check the flanks.”

Having grasped the situation at a glance, Julian quickly gave the order to withdraw.

“Wait, please, my lord.”

But I stood firm and said,

“Is this truly a rebellion?”

“…Are you in your right mind? Does that look like they’re chasing sheep to you?”

“There must be some unavoidable reason that compelled them to take up arms.”

“That is what’s called a rebellion. Whatever reason they may have, taking up arms is treason.”

“Then, what if we have them discard their weapons?”

“What?”

“I’ll do it. I’ll make them discard their weapons. So please, grant me some leeway.”

I pleaded desperately, as if clinging to his sleeve.

Julian looked me straight in the eyes,

“You’re overstepping, Sierra.”

His blue eyes filled with anger as he said it.

Those eyes. The eyes of the frozen sea, the eyes of the ice plain, the eyes of the Undying King that freeze all who stand in his way.

“Please, my lord. I beg for your leniency.”

But this time, I couldn’t look away.

I was terribly frightened, my knees shaking ridiculously, but I couldn’t back down this time. Enduring the Undying King’s gaze with a feeling like my eyeballs were being scraped away,

“…You resemble it.”

“Eh?”

Suddenly, a different emotion colored his blue eyes. At the same time, his thin lips clearly formed a smile—this time distinct enough to unmistakably recognize.

What a beautiful smile. Julian’s unexpected smile easily slipped past my unguarded defenses, seeping deep within—

“You have the same eyes as when you sneaked in through the escape tunnel. What are you plotting, Sierra?”

Ah, this is bad. This person really probes deep.

“W-what are you talking about? Plotting or anything like that… I have no idea.”

“Your words have suddenly grown scarce, haven’t they? That makes you even more suspicious.”

Please have mercy. Can the Undying King read minds? Please stop looking at me.

“Ah, very well. If you insist that much, I’ll go along with your idea, Sierra.”

“Seriously?!”

Zach reacted to Julian’s words faster than I did. Remembering we were still scouting, he lowered his voice to object.

“It’s far too dangerous for my lady to go alone!”

“She’s prepared for the danger, I assume. If she dies, so be it. My father would finally have no grounds to oppose the divorce. That’s fine with you, Sierra?”

“Of course! I’ll be on my way.”

Naturally, I had no objections. I answered with full energy and dove into the grove.

The third teaching of the Azizi Merchant Guild: ‘Act swiftly before the other party changes their mind.’

Embodying the chairman’s lesson, I flew down the hill like a gust of wind, my dress hem fluttering.