We Will Get Divorced: The Perfect Divorce Plan of the Sacrificial Daughter and the Cold-Blooded Soldier - Chapter 33

“If you become my mistress, sister-in-law, I might consider helping you.”

“…Excuse me?”

For a moment, my brain stopped functioning.

“W-what… do you mean by that…?”

When I barely managed to ask that question, Arcadia continued with an absolutely beautiful smile.

“Exactly what the words mean. You’ll become my mistress, sister-in-law. Then I’ll help you. I’ll pamper you thoroughly.”

“But… you’re supposed to hate me, aren’t you?”

“That’s right. But I hate your husband even more, so I’ll endure it for you.”

“Huh?”

“Damn, just thinking about it gives me chills. I wonder what face he’ll make when I steal his woman.”

Ah, this is bad.

Right now, I became certain. I don’t understand this person. I’ll probably never understand him for all eternity. I’ve met many people since my time as deputy duke, but—

“He’ll definitely be furious. I’m looking forward to it.”

…This person is in a league of his own when it comes to being special.

Unaware of my feelings, Arcadia became even more talkative.

“Come on, it’s fine, isn’t it, sister-in-law? You’ll have to come to Vraogone with me, but it’s much better than this countryside. Of course, I’ll make sure to please you thoroughly. You can live in luxury as much as you want, protect your beloved citizens—it’s nothing but advantages. It’s good, right, sister-in-law?”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“No way.”

Even though I knew it was vulgar, I deliberately answered immediately using the same words as Arcadia.

“W-why?”

Incredible—Arcadia’s reply was exactly the same as mine.

Why, you ask? Fine, I’ll tell you.

I held up three fingers in the darkness.

“There are three reasons. First, I cannot leave Eirondale. Second, even if it’s just playing house, Lord Julian is my legitimate husband. I have no intention of becoming anyone’s mistress. And third, this is the biggest reason I don’t feel even a tiny bit of masculine appeal from you.”

“Huh?”

When I rattled this off in one breath, Arcadia’s face twitched. A large crack appeared in his mask of composure.

“Huhhhhhhhh?!”

It shattered into pieces.

“W-w-w-what are you saying?!”

“That’s my line. Don’t think that if I’m humble, you can get carried away and your rudeness will always work. Of all things, to suggest being your mistress? It makes me sick. No matter how much you offer, I refuse.”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, who do you think you’re talking to, you sacrificial noble lady forgotten by high society? I’m the flower of high society who monopolizes everyone’s attention just by attending one party. The women I’ve spent nights with number more than a hundred. You should be crying with joy, sister-in-law—we’re on different levels, completely different levels!”

“That’s it, that’s exactly it. I’ve been wanting to hear that. What exactly is the purpose of men like you proudly telling women about the number of nights they’ve spent? It’s like publicly declaring that you’re a cheating, worthless man who can’t treasure one woman. What am I supposed to think when I hear that? That I want to be lined up in your collection case along with all the others? Stop looking down on women already!”

“Hah—? Annoying, annoying, annoying! What the hell, I absolutely won’t forgive this woman!”

“And what will you do if you don’t forgive me? Will you violate me right here?”

“…If that’s what you want.”

“Step back.”

I quickly stood up, pulled one leg off the tea table, and thrust it toward the dream demon before me.

“Huh? What’s this, a hidden cane?”

“No. Look carefully. This is the tea table you kicked over during the day.”

Just as I expected, the leg broke, so everyone moved it here.

“Wait, wait, it was your husband who kicked it.”

“You’re the one who caused it. So, what will you do? Of course, since I’ve never learned swordsmanship, I’d be inferior even to your bare hands, but I can at least scar your proud, pretty face. Even at the cost of my life.”

Don’t look down on the sacrificial noble lady. I infused those feelings into my final words as I poised the table leg.

“——”

A defiant smile appeared on his face in the moonlight. A beautiful smile that seemed like it could steal a part of your heart if you let your guard down. Whatever he might be feeling inside, being able to smile here truly showed he was worthy of being the commander of the military police.

“I see now why my brother likes you.”

Arcadia slowly stood up. Within his languid movements, I could see a resolute will swelling. Is he serious? I braced myself, putting strength into my knees and hips.

The dream demon, with the moonlight at his back, looked straight at me.

“I’ve decided. I’ll definitely make you fall for me.”

His eyes clearly gleamed in the darkness.

“Huh?”

Make me fall? I almost dropped the table leg in surprise and hurriedly gripped it again.

“Just throw away that dangerous thing. Did you really think I’d violate you by force? You’re really amusing, sister-in-law.”

You’re the one who said you would!

“Don’t look down on a ladies’ man. A true ladies’ man makes women say it themselves. ‘Please, hold me,’ they beg. Just watch—I’ll make you fall head over heels for me.”

“Wait. How did we get to this from our previous conversation?”

“Scared? Of falling into the swamp? Too late! I’ll make you regret making me serious. I can already picture you crying and clinging to me.”

I can’t picture anything, but what exactly are you looking at?

“That’s right, that’s perfect. Father just told me to bring you back, but if I make you genuinely fall for me, my brother will definitely be furious. Ah, I’m looking forward to it.”

It seems that true ladies’ men can see scenery invisible to ordinary people. Arcadia walked toward the exit, talking to himself as if singing, leaving behind the woman he declared he’d make fall for him.

“Good night, sister-in-law.”

The words he dropped into the room just before closing the door were, probably by coincidence, exactly the same line as the dream demon from the picture book I’d read.