Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce?

After returning home, I thought about how to screw up Largo. But the worries were not long.

‘I can use that method.'

Ophelia doesn't hold back.

I sat on the bed, still holding my sore back neck.

Sylvester also said he would help, so I thought I could do enough to scare him.

‘If that doesn't work—'

It means I have to stand on the opposite side.

‘I have something to get from the 2nd Prince.'

‘I have to get it. So I can't betray the 2nd Prince.'

As long as Sylvester said so, I didn't think I'd be able to bring him completely to my side. 

‘No, it's not.'

What if I bring the thing Sylvester has to get from Largo? 

Then there is no reason for Sylvester to support Largo!!

If he loses Sylvester, he will lose big support. Largo will be eliminated naturally, and Calian will inherit the throne.

‘It's going to be a happy ending.’

No one dies, no one gets hurt!

‘Good!'

Then I thought I should find a way to take what Largo had.

With that plan in mind, I slowly closed my tired eyelids.

Oh, everything really happened today.

That's what I think.

****

‘A magic circle going to the demon realm.’

Sylvester mumbled, tapping the desk with his fingertips.

A magic circle going to the demon realm.

The only way to meet his mother.

That's what Largo has.

Other than that, there's no reason to stay by the side of foolish Largo.

As Ophelia said, he can betray him.

But now he doesn't have the magic circle. So Largo couldn’t be betrayed.

“Whoo.”

Sylvester tilted his head back and let out a low sigh.

He knew. He knew in his head that he had to let her go now that he had been holding her mother all this time.

But it was difficult for his heart to accept.

He wanted to see his mother.

And he wanted to ask.

Why did you leave me?

Have you ever loved me? Never?

After that, he wanted to take revenge. Revenge for abandoning him–.

Sylvester knew better than anyone else that this was due to love and hate.

But now he couldn't leave.

As he said, he couldn't accept it with his heart.

“Your Excellency.” 

At this time, the door opened a little and Neil stuck his head out. Sylvester beckoned him lightly. Neil came in.

“The 2nd Prince has contacted me.”

Sylvester narrowed his brow.

“What did he say?”

“That’s…” 

Neil put his hands together with a slightly perplexed face.

“The Duchess–”

“Ophelia?” 

“He wants us to keep an eye on her. That is how the order came.”

Haa.

Sylvester sighed and pointed his forehead. He knew this would happen. He still frowned and shook his hand.

"Just say okay and send it."

Saying this, Sylvester could have a strong intuition.

In the near future, the moment will come when he has to choose between Ophelia and his mother.

*****

Good morning!

I woke up pleasantly with my eyes wide open.

When I looked around, there was no Sylvester. Seeing that there were no signs of disruption in the bedding, it seemed that he didn't come in last night.

When you say you like me, you roam around like this.

I can’t do this anymore. 

Hmph.

I snorted and got up from the bed.

And pulled the string.

Irene immediately came in as if she were waiting.

"You woke up early, Madam!"

"Yeah. I woke up early today."

I sat down in front of the wash water she brought, then lifted my head.

“Sylvester?”

“He will be in the office. Oh, I heard that soon he's going to have breakfast."

"Then I should go too."

"I'll prepare it for you."

Irene began to wipe my face with a wet towel.

In a cozy feeling, I closed my eyes calmly and felt her touch.

How long has it been?

"But, Madam.” 

Irene carefully opened her mouth.

I looked at Irene with only one eye open.

"What's the matter?"

“I have something to tell you.”

“Tell me.” 

“That’s–” 

Irene looked into my eyes and asked carefully. 

"Are you really going to get divorced?"

"What?"

"No, I'm not doing this because I'm running out of money. It's because I'm really worried. That's why I'm asking."

I think it’s because you’re running out of money. 

I narrowed my eyes.

“What are you worried about?”

Irene replied as if she had been waiting.

"Madam lives alone in this poor world! Oh my!”

"Don't act like you're crying. It's obvious."

"Yes."

She nodded as she folded down the handkerchief she had lifted.

Then, she looked at me with her knees slightly bent.

“But Madam.” 

Then she says. 

"Really. I'm really worried."

On her face, there was a look of sincere concern about me.

"Irene".

I held Irene's hand like that. And I spoke slowly.

"I have a lot of money."

There will be more.

"Because I’m smart."

And I know everything about the original.

"It's going to be okay."

It'll be okay.

There's no way it won't be okay.

I thought so and lifted my chin straight.

Irene shook her head with a false smile.

“I really don’t think there will be anyone who can follow the confidence of Madam.”

“Is that a compliment?”

"Of course."

She straightens her knees and goes again. She approached me and brushed my hair.

"So, are you really going to get divorced?"

When asked by her, I remembered what I told Sylvester yesterday.

‘Can you help me?’

‘Then I will like you.’

As long as Ophelia had already joined hands with Largo, I said that because there was no place for me to run away.

Since I have already been deeply involved in twisting the original, why don't I ask Sylvester, the only one in the world who likes me, for help?

That's why I said that–.

"I think it's going to be hard."

I scratched my cheek and said.

"I don't know. We'll have to wait and see."

Whatever it was, I had to look at my feelings first.

Now I like Sylvester.

However, it seemed that this liking was a human liking, not a rational liking.

Of course, every time Sylvester confessed, my heart was pounding, but I think it's because he's so handsome and he only talks about exciting things. 

‘I can't say I like him with that.'

I'll look at my emotions,

If I really like Sylvester, then–.

‘Let's not get divorced, but live together.’

But I don't know right now.

So I had no choice but to wait and see.

“I don’t want you to get a divorce.”

Irene said.

"You two look really good together."

Yeah. 

We look good together. In a bad way.

I smiled and glanced at Irene.

“I’ll think about it more.”

Later, I replied like this because I didn't know Irene would run to Sylvester and deliver this message.

"Maybe we won't get divorced."

*****

"Honey!"

I shouted as I opened the dining-room door.

Sylvester, sitting in the middle of the table, sipping coffee while looking at the newspaper, slightly raised his eyes.

“You woke up early.”

He said as he folded the newspaper he was reading.

"Come here."

"Yes~"

I walked towards his outstretched hand. And sat down next to him.

“Why are you listening to me so cutely today?”

"I have a favor to ask of you."

"Yes. Rejected."

"Oh, are you really going to be like this?"

I put my hands on my waist and rolled my eyes.

No, he said over and over that he likes me, but his attitude never changed!

So I said it out of a little anger.

"Can you treat me like this when you said you like me?"

But, the atmosphere quickly became chilly.

This is because Sylvester's face is hardened.

"You."

He looked down at me with a frozen face. His hand, holding a cup of coffee, was seen shaking slightly.

“You seem to want to use the fact that I like you as a weapon.”

Gulp.

I swallowed dry saliva.

I think I made a mistake.

Well.

If I try to take advantage of his feeling, he’s likely to get angry.

So I was going to apologize.

"I'm sorry–"

“Do it.” 

"…What?"

Sylvester smiled with his hand on the top of my head.

"Use it as a weapon, and I will stab it for you."

It was something I hadn't thought of, so I stared blankly at Sylvester. Then Sylvester said, messing up my hair even more.

"Don't you have to pay for what you like?"

Ah, 

Why do you always say things that make my heart flutter?

I'm going crazy.