We Will Get Divorced: The Perfect Divorce Plan of the Sacrificial Daughter and the Cold-Blooded Soldier - Chapter 6

Of course, ever since marrying Julian and moving to Harrop, my life had changed dramatically.

I no longer had mountains of miscellaneous tasks to chase after, wasn’t suddenly summoned somewhere, and didn’t have to eat meals in a carriage while reviewing documents.

During the day, all I had to do was dress in promenade dresses that didn’t suit me, sip tea, read books, and when I got bored, take leisurely strolls in the garden.

“Look, my lady. The new leaves on the birch trees are so dazzling.”

“They truly are.”

Of course, it was pleasant to look at the not-too-demanding garden, plants, and distant mountains with Amy.

“My lady, Shepherd Jovan is waving at us. Hellooo!”

“Good work to you!”

Whether it was because the pastoral Harrop had good people or good land, it was unusually for Eirondale that the relationship between the nobility and commoners seemed harmonious. The abundant harvest produced by Harrop’s fertile land probably gave people some leeway.

“After all, it’s the primary industries that support a country’s foundation.”

“What is it, my lady?”

Knowing that, I couldn’t just dawdle around.

“Hey, Amy. There’s something I left unfinished at my family home. Do you think I could return to the Eirondale mansion for a month, no, even two weeks would be fine?”

“Eh, that’s… well. Did you forget something?”

“Not so much forgetting something as having unfinished work.”

“Work?”

Amy’s large eyes widened even further.

“Yes, that’s right. Very important work. At worst, even a week would be fine—”

“My lady, that’s enough!”

She took my hand, tears in her eyes.

“Poor lady. If I may be so bold, I’ve heard rumors about you. How you were worked like a worn-out rag at your family home.”

A w-worn-out rag?

“But here, it’s fine now. Please just be yourself, my lady. You don’t need to work. It’s enough if you spend your time as you like and become Lord Julian’s comfort.”

“Comfort? Me?”

That’s impossible. We barely even see each other. What kind of married couple is this? Really, how did my husband and I even end up married?

“Why? Because of the king’s order, isn’t it?”

Had my inner thoughts slipped out? Amy immediately answered like that.

“But why would His Majesty bother to interfere with a ducal marriage?”

“That’s because Lord Julian is amazing!”

Without hesitation, Amy declared this and puffed out her thin chest.

“Lord Julian is truly amazing. He’s a hero who broke through Vraogone’s traditionally defensive traditions. He aggressively attacked neighboring countries and never knew defeat. He earned his epithet from successfully carrying out one seemingly impossible mission after another—”

“The Undying King… right?”

“You knew? I’m so happy.”

“And why would this Undying King get married?”

“I heard it was a reward from the king. For how Lord Julian risked his life and worked so hard.”

“A reward…”

Wouldn’t taking that at face value be too naive?

“More importantly, is it really okay to pull such an amazing warrior from the front lines?”

“Well… that’s true. The territories we gained are being aggressively taken back.”

Ah, as I thought.

“But it’s fine. Though I said that earlier, we Vraogone are ultimately a defensive people. ‘Not bending ourselves, not invading others’ suits our nature. And…”

“And?”

“I’m happier if Lord Julian can live safely away from the battlefield. I think the reward includes that aspect too. Lord Julian has truly worked incredibly hard… um, I’m sorry, I’ve talked too much.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was enjoyable.”

“Thank you.”

Saying this, Amy showed me a smile more brilliant than the mountain lilies blooming nearby.

Surprisingly enough, it seemed my husband was beloved by the people of Vraogone. As his wife, should I be happy about that? Since I didn’t know, I decided to hide behind a smile too.

“But I still don’t understand. If it’s a reward, then why me of all people? My younger sister Lydia is much more beautiful than me. That’s right, I wonder if I couldn’t swap with Lydia even now.”

“What are you saying, my lady? You’re so beautiful. What’s more, you’re kind, good-natured, modest—you’re the perfect lady.”

“You’re praising me too much. If you saw Lydia just once, you’d change your mind.”

“No, I wouldn’t. I’m sure you’re more beautiful, my lady. Above all, Lord Julian himself is head over heels for you. I heard about it—the love❤abduction❤drama❤”

“Abduction? Drama?”

What’s that? I haven’t heard about this.

“Even though there was still plenty of time until the wedding, I heard he said he couldn’t leave you in that house and forcibly took you away. That he cut down the duke and your sister who stood in his way.”

“He didn’t cut them down…”

Well, but that’s roughly correct.

“For the woman-hating Lord Julian to go that far is a miracle. All of us maids have high hopes for you, my lady. We believe you can surely cure Lord Julian’s aversion to women.”

“I’m sorry, but I have no confidence in that. I think Lydia would be better suited for that.”

“We await the heir.”

“Why are you saying that with a straight face?”

An heir? How blatant. Well, I understand why the people of Vraogone who respect and admire Julian would eagerly await an heir.

But unfortunately, it would probably be difficult to meet the maids’ expectations. Amy, who changes the bed sheets every day, should know. My and Julian’s excessively pure relationship, our extremely precarious marital bond held together by a mere piece of paper.

There’s no point hoping for an heir. More importantly, I need to return to Eirondale. As if fleeing from Amy’s expectant, shining eyes, I gently averted my face—

“…Ah.”

My heart gave a strong, distinct thump.

Because in the direction of my averted gaze was the aforementioned Undying King.

“Ah, my lady! It’s Lord Julian! Oh no, I pointed!”

Amy’s impolite finger indicated the second-floor balcony of the governor’s mansion. My husband, whom I hadn’t seen in a week, was bathed in the morning sun, perfectly composed like a painting.

“He’s wonderful, isn’t he, Lord Julian?”

“…Yes, I suppose.”

I had to admit that much. With the blessing-like sunlight at his back, Julian’s silhouette edged in gold radiated a divinity that seemed beyond this world.

What was he thinking? His melancholy blue eyes—ah, we made eye contact. Julian, having noticed me, suddenly turned on his heel and showed me his back.

“He’s embarrassed. As I thought, Lord Julian is crazy about you, my lady.”

Is that so? Though he looked like he’d seen a dead insect or something.

It seemed I really wouldn’t be able to meet the maids’ expectations. Today too, the day would probably end without my husband and I exchanging a single word.

Of course, that prediction of mine would be shattered as early as that very night.