We Will Get Divorced: The Perfect Divorce Plan of the Sacrificial Daughter and the Cold-Blooded Soldier - Chapter 30

“Ar!”

Julian’s roar exploded without warning. As he shot to his feet, he kicked over the tea table, sending cups shattering with a spectacular crash.

“My lord!”

I turned and froze in horror. Julian had already drawn his sword.

“Lord Julian, please calm down!”

Zach stepped in to stop him while I stood paralyzed, but Julian refused to release his saber. As everyone held their breath under his freezing killing intent,

“Why so serious over some woman like this?”

Only Arcadia remained unperturbed, sitting with his legs crossed. His demeanor only poured oil onto the undying king’s wrath.

“Al, what exactly are you trying to do?”

“What am I trying to do? …Well, whatever. I’m not exactly thrilled about it, but it is my job after all.”

Abruptly, the light vanished from Arcadia’s dark eyes.

“Then shall I tell you? You’ve been sending letters to Sister Nadine repeatedly over the past week. What’s more, you secretly went somewhere. The carriage headed west, staying overnight in Harrop both going and returning. But you never entered Vraogone. Were you meeting Sister in the neutral zone? What exactly are you plotting?”

This time, I was horrified by Arcadia.

He had grasped my movements over the past week in excessive detail. I had moved with minimal personnel to prevent leaks. I hadn’t revealed the purpose of my outings to anyone at the official residence.

Arcadia’s faint smile took on a menacing edge. Though he hadn’t drawn his sword, he emitted pressure equal to Julian who had. ‘Good-for-nothing womanizer spoiled brat’—Julian had judged him so, but it seemed I needed to revise that perception.

Julian looked down coolly at his younger brother and dismissed him.

“I see. So, you suddenly showing up means you’re on Father’s errand.”

“Let’s call it a mission. Speaking as Captain of the Vraogone Gendarmerie, His Grace Duke Chrislan holds grave suspicions regarding your actions. I have received formal orders from His Grace to conduct an inquiry and interview… You’ll cooperate, brother.”

Arcadia fluttered the official document bearing the Vraogone family seal. Julian glared as if he could burn it with his eyes if possible.

“What delusion are you under? I married into the Eirondale family. A Vraogone command holds no meaning for me.”

“Shall I report those exact words to Father, then?”

Their gazes clashed, scattering sparks in the air.

This is terrible. So, it’s come to this after all. This is beyond persuasion now. The Vraogone family’s relations are just too strained.

“Please wait, both of you!”

If this continued, it could escalate to crossed blades. With desperate resolve, I stepped between the sparks, but,

“Gold-digging sister-in-law, stay out of this.”

I was the first to be cleanly cut down.

“…Al, this is the last time. Stop insulting my wife.”

“See? That’s exactly why you’re boring.”

Julian’s killing intent intensified another degree. Seeing his brother’s rage, Arcadia narrowed his eyes sharply. Looking closely, his hand was reaching for the sword at his hip. It’s over.

“My lord!”

Clutching Julian’s arm without regard for decorum.

“Let go, Sierra.”

“No!”

Then, bringing my lips to his ear.

“Please calm down. Since Lord Arcadia is here under Duke Chrislan’s orders, resisting would mean… the hostages.”

I conveyed the final words not with voice but with my eyes. Understanding, Julian’s face twisted as if he’d swallowed coal,

“Dammit.”

He ground his frustration between his molars and sheathed his sword.

Thank goodness. Even if he wouldn’t listen to my words, I knew hinting at the hostages would make him back down. For Julian, one of those hostages was more precious than anything. More than his temporary wife, more than the partner he’d only taken on for divorce proceedings.

I’d known this from the start, so I wasn’t hurt. The pain in my chest was from seeing the naked blade. The churning below my stomach was from bathing in thick killing intent. The tears welling up… I don’t know why, but it must be my imagination.

“Huh, already over? How boring.”

In contrast, Arcadia pouted in disappointment. If not my imagination, his accusatory gaze seemed fixed on me.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re really not playing around?”

What did he say just now? I tried to ask, but,

“Ahh, I’m totally over it. I’ll rest in my room for today.”

Arcadia promptly turned his back and left the drawing room.

“Ugh, the worst. My clothes have tea splashed on them. Ilina, help me change.”

Not forgetting to pick his favorite maid on his way out. Just who is the master here? I’ve truly never seen a gendarme like this.

“Sorry, Sierra. I’ll go cool my head in my room too.”

Then the true master shook his head and left the room, with Zach immediately following. Left behind in the drawing room were the maids lined against the wall with pale faces—

“Well, shall we clean up the floor for now?”

I smiled at them and set about righting the wretchedly overturned Weatherington tea table. I hope it isn’t damaged.

And so, the first act of persuading Arcadia closed as a complete failure.