We Will Get Divorced: The Perfect Divorce Plan of the Sacrificial Daughter and the Cold-Blooded Soldier - Chapter 38

Of course, there was no way such a faint bell sound could be heard outside.

Julian reached the warehouse because a massive search was underway throughout the mansion for me, who had become invisible.

I had passed more than just one or two people while walking with Ilina clinging to me. They must have easily guessed my destination.

The injured Arcadia immediately received medical treatment from a doctor.

Fortunately, it was just severe bleeding with no threat to his life. Apparently, it was thanks to the perfect first aid. The doctor excitedly pressed, “Tell me who performed the treatment,” and “It’s a waste to keep them as a maid,” but since I couldn’t become a nurse, I vaguely brushed him off and sent him away. I wonder what face that doctor would have made if I told him that it was me, the wife of the territorial official, who performed the first aid, not a maid.

And before I knew it, a week had passed.

“Sis, I’m hungry—”

Arcadia was still at the Harrop official residence.

“The fruit is right there. Peel and eat it yourself.”

“It’s co-old. I’m injured, you know. It hurts too much to mo-ove. Fee-eed me-e-e.”

As usual, he had taken over the guest room as if he owned it, indulging his whims on his favorite bed.

“Here you go!”

I grabbed an apple from the basket and shoved it straight into his mouth.

“Bleh, bleh, that’s mean! You’re a devil sister, a devil sister!”

“Be quiet. Why do I have to take care of you in the first place?”

“Why? Because I was stabbed by your maid. I’m so, so scared of women now.”

I’m definitely a woman too, though.

“You’re fine, sis-in-law. Because you’re a ‘target for plunder.'”

“Are you still saying that?”

Watching Arcadia grin and munch on the apple made me regret giving him first aid.

“Of course, I am. That idiot brother, flirting with you right next to me while I was half-dead. I won’t be satisfied unless I steal you away as revenge.”

As if Julian’s face was floating before him, Arcadia sank his teeth into the bright red apple.

“I’ve told you so many times that won’t count as revenge.”

“Huh? Still playing dumb?”

“I’m not playing dumb. Anyway, let me confirm one more time. You’re also against Lord Chrislan’s rebellion, right?”

“Sure… as long as you keep your promise.”

With a slightly solemn expression, my brother-in-law nodded.

“Of course, I’ll keep it.”

“I’m counting on you regarding Ilina.”

After that, the captured Ilina was to be forcibly repatriated to Vraogone.

Officially, due to her poor health. Not pursuing Ilina for kidnapping me and stabbing Arcadia—that was the condition Arcadia had set.

As a woman, I could deeply sympathize with Ilina’s circumstances, and above all, I had no objections if it meant gaining Arcadia as an ally. Julian and I accepted the condition without hesitation.

That made three votes.

The eldest daughter Nadine, the eldest son Julian, and the second son Arcadia—these three would join forces to crush Chrislan’s ambition.

Then everything would be over.

My life in Harrop.

My temporary married life.

“With this, our divorce as a couple will be officially complete.”

As if covering up a faint ache deep in my heart, I murmured.

“You’re making such a pained face. If you hate it, you could just not get divorced.”

“W-what’s that! I-I’m not pained or anything…”

“Ah, yeah, yeah. Fine, fine. It’s what makes a handsome man—making a woman who’s head over heels fall for him.”

“I am not head over heels!”

“Weeell, I’m getting fired up. How should I make my head-over-heels sis-in-law fall for me? Well, given how innocent you are, sis-in-law, the classic approach probably works best. For example—whoops, my hand slipped.”

The apple he’d been twirling slipped from Arcadia’s fingers. The apple with bite marks rolled clatteringly across the bed, about to fall over the edge to the floor.

“Watch out!”

“Whoops.”

My hand, which I’d reached out without thinking, was covered by Arcadia’s.

“How about it? Hands touching by chance. You like this kind of thing, don’t you, sis-in-law?”

“Hey! Let go.”

“No-ope.”

Fingers slender yet different from Julian’s gripped my hand tightly.

What do you mean, by chance? The timing of dropping the apple, its rolling path, and the fact that I couldn’t roughly pull away the hand of an injured Arcadia—it was all calculated, no doubt.

“Impressed? This is how a handsome man does it. Just so you know, even just holding hands like this… hurts my wound a lot.”

What are you doing? Going so far as to break out in a sweat?

“How about it, sis-in-law? This is where the goddess of love descends—in these casual moments. Aren’t you feeling a little thump-thump?”

“No.”

I replied flatly in a monotone voice and rang the bell with my free left hand.

Of all things to say, the goddess of love? The one coming to this room now is—

“What are you doing, Arc?!”

Julian, with his sword drawn, was the best I could hope for.

“He’s he-ere! The Undying King! Save me, sis-in-law. He’s gonna kill me—”

You should get killed once.

Hey, Ilina. You said it, didn’t you? That Arcadia only shows his emotions in front of me. That’s wrong.

Arcadia only ever shows his true feelings in front of Julian.

“Whoa, crap, crap! It stabbed, it stabbed! Bro, you really stabbed me a little. Ouch, ouch, ouch!”

Look at that genuinely happy face.

Probably, who Arcadia truly likes isn’t me or Ilina, but an angry Julian.

The Vraogone family is full of eccentrics, but Arcadia’s is on a whole other level.