We Will Get Divorced: The Perfect Divorce Plan of the Sacrificial Daughter and the Cold-Blooded Soldier - Chapter 9

“My lord…”

“Sierra?”

My body moved in the complete opposite direction.

I had been waiting for Julian’s return, and stepped into the room.

“My lady, why are you here!”

“Wait, Zach.”

Julian stopped Zach, who had reached for the sword at his waist, and took a step forward.

“…A secret passage. How long have you been there?”

Julian’s gaze fell upon the gap in the wall that hadn’t been completely closed.

“Well now, how long might that have been? More importantly, my lord, were those words you spoke earlier true?”

“…”

“Were the words you said to your father true?”

Ah, I’d said it.

There was no going back now. I knew the right thing was to remain silent and leave.

No matter the circumstances, I am currently the wife of the Harrop territory’s governor. No matter what was said, I should have pretended not to hear anything and continued performing my duties as a wife as if nothing happened. I knew that was the correct course.

“‘I don’t even want to touch her, nor see her face. Every day I feel like vomiting, and if there’s someone who can arrange a divorce for me, I wouldn’t hesitate to pay any reward.’ Were those your true feelings?”

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t let these particular words slide. Swept away by raging emotions, I lost control of myself.

Julian stared at me with emotionless eyes,

“They are my true feelings.”

and nodded quietly.

“…I see.”

Of course I had anticipated Julian’s response, but those extremely cold words decisively ignited something in my heart. I couldn’t stop now. Staring directly into Julian’s blue eyes,

“Then I volunteer for that task!”

I resolutely raised my hand.

“…?”

What is this woman saying?

Such silence filled the room. Or perhaps, has this woman gone mad? But at this point, the type of silence didn’t matter. When your opponent falls silent is the chance to strike—following the teachings of the uncles who had thoroughly beaten me in parliament debates, I oiled my tongue.

“It’s fine, right? You said, my lord, that you want anyone to grant you a divorce. Therefore, that ‘anyone’ should be able to be me, your wife. I’ll do it. I’ll show you that I can arrange the divorce. So—”

“W-wait a moment, my lady. Do you understand what you’re saying?”

Zach interrupted, his narrow eyes unusually wide.

“Of course, I understand perfectly.”

I stated immediately.

“Lord Julian wants a divorce broker, correct? Therefore, I shall take on that duty.”

“…I see. You truly do seem to understand perfectly.”

“And when the matter is successfully concluded, I would like to receive appropriate compensation as my reward.”

“Compensation?”

“Yes.”

Money. Please.

“How much are we talking?”

“Just… about this much?”

When I modestly indicated the amount with my fingers, Zach’s eyes widened even further.

“I-I know it’s exorbitant. But with this amount, I could start a new business that would save the Eirondale family.”

“New business? We’ve investigated that the Eirondale family’s finances are strained, but you would…?”

“‘For a woman,’ you want to say, don’t you?”

“No, that’s…”

“It’s fine. I’m quite used to hearing that. But the domestic olive production I’m promoting is definitely not some young lady’s hobby. Do you know? All the olives circulating in the Vishka Kingdom are imported from foreign countries. The reason involves the geographical characteristics of the Vishka Kingdom, but if we could domesticate production, don’t you think enormous profits would be possible?”

“Well, that… if domestic production is truly possible.”

“It is possible. I’ve already gathered collaborators. All that’s left is funding, and I could rebuild the Eirondale family’s finances. It might be improper to say this, but even after marrying my lord, my mind was completely occupied with this. When I heard my lord’s words, I couldn’t sit still and rushed out.”

“…From behind the wall?”

“If I’d been careless, someone else might have snatched the opportunity. Azizi Trading Company’s first teaching: ‘If you’re going to raise your hand, be faster than anyone else.'”

“Azizi Trading Company? My lady, are you connected with those yakuza?”

“For their honor, I should mention they only got involved in yakuza activities because they had no other means to survive. They’ve completely reformed now and operate as a legitimate trading company, so please rest assured.”

…Well, occasionally they do pass down skills by teaching burglary techniques to people they like.

“Anyway, my lord. Please entrust this matter to me. I don’t think it’s a bad proposal. You get to divorce a woman you can’t stand the sight of, I get business funding—everyone’s happy. I beg you, my lord. Please give me happiness!”

My first and last request as a wife was, even to myself, filled with desperation.

“…”

Zach looked completely speechless now. Once again, the room was filled with the silence of ‘What is this woman saying?’

What broke it was,

“——”

The sound of someone stifling a laugh. Trying to hold it back, but unable to keep it from escaping their lips.

“You certainly… can talk up a storm.”

“My lord?”

Could it be, are you laughing? I’m speaking quite seriously, you know, extremely seriously.

Meeting my dissatisfied gaze, Julian turned his face away as if to hide his expression,

“Fine. The matter isn’t that simple, but if you think you can do it, then try.”

saying this while slightly lifting the corner of his mouth.

It was the first tiny, tiny smile I had seen on my lord’s face since we met.