We Will Get Divorced: The Perfect Divorce Plan of the Sacrificial Daughter and the Cold-Blooded Soldier - Chapter 51

“Good morning, my lady!”

Harrop’s morning began as always with Amy’s smiling face.

This remained unchanged even after the Harvest Festival ended in turmoil, and even after the sudden death announcement of Duke Chrislan Vraogone.

The news of the lord’s passing—famous for his love of smoking—was undoubtedly accepted by the people of the territory. Nadine, who had succeeded him as head of the household, was welcomed as a lively ’empress’ who loved festivities.

There seemed to be some voices advocating for Arcadia to be the next head, but the commander of the gendarmerie personally rejected that proposal and declared his intention to continue his duties. He reportedly gave a commendable speech about not wanting to abandon the duties appointed by his late father halfway, but what were his true feelings? It seemed he simply disliked the hassle of being tied down to the territory. Otherwise, he wouldn’t show his face at Harrop only once a week.

“Come now, my lady. Hurry up. We don’t have much time today either.”

Amy bustled about, quickly starting the morning preparations.

Since returning from Heisen to Harrop, several changes had occurred at the lord’s official residence, one of which was the reduction in time spent on morning preparations.

“All done! Have a good day, my lady!”

Amy’s mission was to send me out of the room at top speed without any idle chatter. Because,

“Good morning, Sierra.”

Julian was waiting outside the room.

“Good morning, my lord.”

“You’re beautiful as always. You’ve done good work, Amy.”

“Not at all. It’s only because of my lady’s inherent beauty.”

“Don’t be modest. You’re the one who enhances that beauty. Shall we go, Sierra?”

Saying this, Julian took my hand and started walking.

This was another change. Since returning to Harrop, Julian had made sure to come pick me up at my room every morning. Apparently,

“It’s because we never know when or who might attack Sierra.”

Given all the dangerous situations I’d been through, I couldn’t strongly deny this, but,

“Um, my lord. Are we going to keep holding hands like this forever?”

Having my hand held constantly even inside the mansion made me feel like a child and was rather embarrassing.

Of course, there were times when he had to let go due to unavoidable circumstances, but in those cases, he would simply hold my shoulder or waist instead. As long as we were in the same room, there wasn’t a moment when some part of our bodies wasn’t touching.

“…Do you dislike it?”

Julian stopped. Then, his blue eyes filled with anxiety,

“Are you still angry that I unilaterally canceled the divorce?”

He asked this question for what felt like the umpteenth time.

—After that.

After crushing Chrislan’s conspiracy, Julian was summoned by His Majesty Dimitris himself and privately rewarded.

“Ask for anything you want.”

In response to the king’s generous offer, Julian immediately requested to annul his engagement with Linsha.

He did this without consulting me, Louis, Nadine, Arcadia, or anyone else present.

Even Dimitris frowned at this, but he was overruled by Lord Heisen, who voiced his agreement more strongly and shrilly than anyone else, ultimately accepting Julian’s plea.

“…I can’t keep someone by my side who has someone they want to protect more than me.”

These were Dimitris’s words as he reluctantly nodded. I learned later that he had apparently been considering making Julian his close aide.

“Aww, you got dumped before the wedding even happened.”

Right after being dismissed from the king’s presence, Linsha whispered mischievously. She cast a teasing glance at her best friend Nadine.

“What a shame, Nadine.”

“…Shut up.”

Why would Nadine be disappointed? As I watched them with that thought,

“That was close, Lady Sierra. The greedy empress was planning to keep me as her sister-in-law while setting her sights on you now that you’re single.”

Linsha whispered this secretly in my ear. Even now, I don’t fully understand what she meant.

“Sierra… if you truly dislike it—”

“Dislike it? Not at all.”

Snapping back to reality, I hurriedly shook my head at Julian. Of course, I had no objections to continuing my married life with him either.

I was just purely surprised.

“I see, that’s good… Sierra, I love you.”

By Julian’s transformation. Looking at him now, who would believe he used to dislike women? Julian gently embraced me and pressed his lips to my cheek.

“I love you.”

He probably actually wanted to kiss my lips.

I could tell from the passion in his blue eyes. Still, he settled for my cheek, mindful of the maids who happened to be approaching from the front. He must have remembered my previous request—”Kissing on the lips in public is a bit…”—and was faithfully keeping his promise.

Really, though. I had no idea he was the type to be this doting.

And it’s such a deep, dangerous love that if I said I wanted the king’s head, he’d probably carry it out that very night.

It’s not conceit or anything, but I’m glad I didn’t fall into Chrislan’s hands.

“By the way, Sierra. Have you thought about that matter?”

“…You mean the ceremony?”

“Yes. I want to have a wedding with Sierra.”

The maids who passed by let out high-pitched “Eeks!” and turned to look.

So, he was serious about that after all. It was something Julian had brought up right after we returned to Harrop. Apparently, Julian intends to start our married life over completely from scratch.

“It doesn’t have to be grand. I just want to have a ceremony with Sierra.”

“Does that mean inviting my family as well?”

“I struggled with that part too, but I think we should invite them. It would also be a good opportunity to discuss financial matters with the Duke of Eirondale.”

I see. If faced with persuasion from the Immortal King himself, perhaps my father’s spendthrift habits might be curbed.

Lately, Julian has been extending his influence beyond Harrop to the Eirondale main family. It seems he plans to secure the main family first to support my new business ventures.

“Of course, it’s all up to you, Sierra. I don’t want to force you. If you dislike it—”

“Understood. Let’s do it. The wedding.”

“Eek!”

“Congratulations!”

“We have to tell everyone!”

Cheers and applause erupted from the maids even before Julian could react. A moment later, Julian smiled. A refreshing smile like the summer sea reflecting sunlight.

“Let’s make it the best ceremony. I love you, Sierra.”

“Yes, let’s do our best. My lord.”

“I’ll make you happy with all my might. I dedicate the rest of my life to you, Sierra. I love you.”

“Ah… y-yes. Thank y… you.”

“…Sierra?”

Julian’s smile clouded slightly.

Ah, I’m sorry. I know Julian is waiting, hoping to hear words of love from me. Even though Julian whispers his love to me so freely.

“Ah… ah… u…”

I still haven’t been able to say it directly even once. It’s just too, too embarrassing.

I’m pathetic. I can ride a horse, I can escape from ropes, I can pick locks, yet I can’t manage to say one simple phrase. How do other women manage to whisper words of love? The stronger my feelings, the more the words get stuck in my throat.

“My lady! Do your best—”

Thanks for the support. But all of you, please return to your work. Just like Amy, the women of Vraogone are far too fond of love stories.

I want to say it too, really. I want to convey my feelings to Julian.

My beloved Julian. My Julian. The best husband who always puts me first.

“No, it’s fine. Sorry, I said I didn’t want to force you, yet here I am.”

See, even now. He really wants to hear it, yet he’s trying not to pressure me.

“Let’s go, it’s time for breakfast.”

“…Wait.”

Finding that Julian utterly precious, wanting to return even a little of the love I’ve received, I pulled back on the hand he was leading. Gathering all my courage, I took that step.

“My lady, is it finally happening?!”

“Everyone gather round—”

“You can do it—!”

My heart and the surrounding voices were annoyingly loud, but I ignored them for now. Focusing only on my precious Julian,

“——”

But putting it into words was still too embarrassing, so instead I pressed my lips, filled with my feelings, against his cheek.

Stretching up on my tiptoes as much as I could.

“…Sierra.”

I’m sorry for getting your hopes up. I hope this gets the message across.

“I love you too, Sierra.”

It seemed the message was conveyed more than sufficiently.

Julian hugged me tightly, then promptly broke his promise and stole a kiss on my lips.