We Will Get Divorced: The Perfect Divorce Plan of the Sacrificial Daughter and the Cold-Blooded Soldier - Chapter 4

Standing there was an impossibly beautiful man.

For a moment, I thought something was wrong with my eyes.

I blinked repeatedly and rubbed my eyes again and again. But he still didn’t disappear, so he must really be there. A man so beautiful it made me question my sanity.

Angel. That word immediately came to mind because his figure, silhouetted against the sunlight, appeared to be surrounded by a halo. His silver hair that looked like gathered starlight, his blue eyes, his perfectly shaped nose bridge, his petal-like lips—none of it seemed like anything a human could create.

“Sierra Eirondale?”

The man who had suddenly appeared scanned the room with his almond-shaped eyes that held a certain sorrow.

“She’s not here?”

“…That’s me.”

After a beat, I raised my hand, and the extraordinarily beautiful man’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You… are Sierra?”

Had we met somewhere before? The man stared blankly at my face for a while,

“Stand up.”

He took my hand and helped me up. His gentle movements were unexpected for such large hands. After patting my knees to brush off the dust,

“Does this house have a custom of making their daughters sit on the floor?”

He let a stern voice, completely opposite to his gestures, fill the study.

Instantly, the air in the room froze. No one could say anything. The men were overwhelmed by the man’s mysterious intensity, while the women were mesmerized by his abnormal beauty and left speechless.

“The sacrificial young lady. Seems you were more than I imagined.”

The man let out an exasperated sigh and pulled my hand, which he still held. As if telling me to follow.

“W-wait.”

“What is it?”

When I reflexively resisted, I was pierced by his blue gaze. They were eyes of a strange color. Deep and beautiful and sorrowful like the night sea—being stared at by them made me unable to form any words. It wasn’t like having my mouth violently covered, but rather like having my chest gently squeezed.

“You can’t possibly have any attachment to this house.”

“That’s…”

“H-hey, you! What do you mean by ‘this house’!”

Perhaps because the man’s gaze had shifted away, Father finally seemed to thaw from his paralysis and raised his voice, which came out strained. However, the man didn’t seem intent on even acknowledging his presence, staring at my face without moving.

“You bastard!”

A normal duke isn’t accustomed to being ignored. He immediately flared with anger, stomping noisily as he reached for the saber hanging on the wall.

—At that moment.

“Don’t draw it.”

The man said quietly.

Instantly, as if under a spell, Father’s body stiffened. His hands began to shake violently, and the saber adorned with gold and gems fell to the floor with a jarring clatter.

The man didn’t even turn around. With just a single phrase, he had restrained Father.

“Let’s go.”

And he started walking again. But before that,

“Please wait!”

This time, Lydia blocked our way.

“I am Lydia Eirondale. And who might you be? Why don’t you leave my sister and have tea with me instead?”

She smiled a brilliantly dazzling smile. A flower-like smile polished in social gatherings—even I, who knew her true face, almost had my heart captured by it.

“…Who are you?”

But it seemed to have the opposite effect on the mysterious man. His anger intensified, and his blade-like gaze flashed coldly.

“Get out of my sight.”

With a short, sharp cry, Lydia fell onto her rear. Had her legs given out? She scrambled helplessly, unable to stand up.

The man gave such a Lydia a cold glance and pulled my arm again. This time with an insistence that brooked no refusal.

I could no longer resist. I left the study, seen off by my stunned family. Just where was he taking me?

‘Hey, who is that!’

‘I don’t know, he just came in suddenly’

‘He’s wonderful! Is he royalty from somewhere?’

‘Why is Lady Sierra with him?’

Servants who had heard the commotion were gathering one after another, but no one could stop us. Pushing through the crowd of onlookers with silent pressure, we exited through the front entrance,

“Salute to Lord Julian and his lady!”

We were greeted by a row of formally dressed knights giving us a deep bow.

Who are these people? They’re not our guards. Their unfamiliar equipment and, more than anything, the atmosphere they exuded was completely different. Each one carried the air of a warrior worth a thousand men.

The man called Julian coolly walked past the lined-up knights. Naturally, since I was still being led by the hand, I also received the knights’ salutes.

This is embarrassing. Not knowing what expression to make, I shrunk into myself when one knight respectfully approached.

“I’m relieved to see everything is well, Lord Julian.”

“Of course. Did you think something would happen to me?”

“No, we were concerned about the Eirondale family. If any harm came to them, it could become an issue between our houses and the Vraogone family.”

—Vraogone.

That’s right, the unfamiliar family crest engraved on the knights’ armor. This is definitely the Vraogone family’s ‘Flame Key.’

Which means, this person is…

“Ah, that’s right. I haven’t introduced myself yet.”

Had he sensed something from my face? The man called Julian stopped right there and finally released my hand.

His blue eyes, like windows into the deep sea, looked straight down at me. His silver hair, illuminated by the sun, appeared to be crowned with a halo.

“I am Julian Vraogone, the man who will become your husband. Due to certain circumstances, I cannot love you. Therefore, you must not love me either.”

“—Yes.”

No, it shouldn’t be ‘yes,’ me.

Why am I nodding so foolishly and honestly? This person just casually said something outrageous.

But I can’t say anything. Not when pinned by these eyes.

Julian took my hand again and started walking. Once we passed through the gate, a carriage drawn by four horses pulled up alongside us and opened its door. Simultaneously, solemn bell tolls rang out as if blessing the birth of a new couple.

Ah, Father’s proud new bell tower. It truly does have a wonderful, heart-piercing sound. It’s just unfortunate that I likely won’t see it again.

And so, having returned to my home for the first time in a month, I had my long-held ambitions and familiar furniture discarded like trash,

“—Get in.”

And finally, even my very self was taken by this hastily arranged husband.