The Son-In-Law Of A Prestigious Household Wants A Divorce-Chapter 51: Leaving the North

Clunk!

Galenia opened the door, entering Arandel’s office. She was the only person in this household who could enter this place without knocking.

Arandel stood silently with his hands behind his back, looking out the window.

His gaze fell upon the various street vendors set up by the nearby villages.

Just a moment ago, there were two corpses lying on the floor, but seeing how the place was spotless and filled with a thick scent of roses, it was clear that the servants had done their best to clean the place up.

Galenia approached her husband with light steps.

Standing behind Arandel, she spoke with a soft laugh.

“Rianna has grown much more than expected.”

“...”

He didn’t say anything in reply; the broken greatsword lying on his desk was good enough of an answer.

While her skill was still embarrassingly incomparable to Arandel’s, she had grown strong enough to leave her marks on his greatsword.

“I heard you had decided on Lohengrin as your successor. Have you not changed your mind?”

“...”

“The reason why you chose Lohengrin as your successor is because you don’t want any succession issues to arise if you were to choose Rianna, isn’t it? But now, she chose to part ways with Isaac.”

“...”

“Now we just need to find her another partner. So she can bear children worthy of the family.”

Galenia’s voice quickened.

As for why, it was because she was anxious.

Her eyes were filled with fear and unease. She hoped Arandel would give her the answer she wanted.

“You can just make Rianna the family head, and then... And then...”

Galenia carefully took Arandel’s hand. Her face flushed red as she touched his thick hand that he placed behind his back.

“We can leave.”

“...”

“If Rianna becomes the family head, you don’t need to worry about Helmont anymore. Even that commoner son-in-law, her biggest flaw, has agreed to leave.”

Her voice now held a hint of tears. She gripped his hand tightly before speaking in an urgent tone.

“Is it because of the Sword Dance Festival? Because Rianna, being married, can’t participate? What does that matter?! The Sword Dance Festival is just a festival! The announcement of the successor is ultimately still your decision!”

She clasped Arandel’s hands, which were still behind his back, with both of hers.

Her hands trembled as she pleaded.

“If Lohengrin becomes the family head, you can’t leave the mansion, can you?! Because he isn’t the great Helmont you’re looking for!”

Then...

“Please, just make Rianna the family head.”

Galenia, resting her head on his back, pleaded with tears.

“Before anything else, you need to stay alive.”

“...”

“Make Rianna the family head and leave with me. There must be a way to save you. They said they can handle mysterious powers and are well-versed in medicine.”

After letting out a short, deep sigh.

Arandel finally turned to look down at his wife.

“Will you...do that? Please?”

Towards his pleading wife...

Arandel asked, his demeanor unchanged from usual.

“Did you really think such beings could save me?”

“It’s possible! I saw it myself at Blackthorn! They are something beyond human! They could use something called sorcery, different from magic!”

“How did you come to know them?”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t tell them about your condition. After all, I couldn’t be sure that we’d need them yet.”

What Galenia had done was create a situation where the Transcendent Race wished to bring Arandel to their side.

“Let’s go. Together. After the Sword Dance Festival... In Helmont’s carriage. We’ll see flowers, look at the moon, like we’re on a picnic. And then we’ll—“

A faint smile formed on Galenia’s lips, as if she was imagining what would happen.

“Become Transcendents. Their sorcery is different from magic, so it should be able to cure your illness too.”

Although he had killed the two who came as envoys, they could pass it off as Arandel showing off his worth.

They would have realized how much they needed Arandel, making them even more unwilling to give him up.

It was clear from her words that Galenia had prepared everything.

How far she had been involved, how many years she had been taking such actions.

It felt somewhat dizzying, but.

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“I refuse.”

His answer shattered all of Galenia’s efforts in one go.

*   *   *Click-clack!

Click-clack!

Her footsteps alone created an ominous atmosphere inside the mansion.

The lady of the house, Galenia’s eyes were red, but she acted as if she didn’t care.

The servants she passed bowed their heads as they watched her cautiously.

For the usually gentle Galenia to have such an unsettling atmosphere was a sign of emergency for the servants.

The servants who passed Galenia quickly spread the word to others, warning them to be mindful of their actions.

Galenia headed outside the mansion.

The scent of sweat amidst the fully bloomed roses entered her nose. At the end of her gaze was Lohengrin, swinging his greatsword.

“Mother?”

Noticing her, Lohengrin put down his sword and wiped his sweat.

Perhaps because he had seen the fight between Rianna and Arandel, he was training more intensely than usual.

“What’s the matter? Your eyes—“

“My son.”

Galenia stared at Lohengrin, her fists clenched.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Mother?”

“You have to become the family head. No matter what.”

It was the first time he had heard her being so intense, so strength naturally entered his body.

“Become the family head, Darling. Use any means necessary.”

“Mother, actually—“

“I know. You’re worried about Rianna’s true capabilities, right?”

Lohengrin was at a loss for words.

Before Rianna left, he had been utterly defeated by her.

After seeing her clashing swords with Arandel upon her return, his confidence had dropped even further.

“It’s alright. You can do it. Don’t be picky about your means and methods. You... You are the true heir of Helmont. You must become the family head.”

“Mother...!”

Lohengrin looked at Galenia with an emotional expression.

He clenched his fist, nodding.

“I will definitely...become the eldest son who lives up to your expectations.”

As he resolved himself to become the family head by any means necessary, one man naturally came to his mind.

The one who could be called Rianna’s weakness.

“My son.”

Galenia embraced Lohengrin, sobbing. Despite him being drenched in sweat, she didn’t mind at all.

“Oh, my son.”

As she stroked his head, Galenia lamented as if she was cutting off her own arm.

“I truly love you.”

Though she said that...

If asked who she loved more.

Her answer would definitely be Arandel.

“Be relentless.”

Challenge Rianna with all your might.

And break yourself.

To the point where you can’t become the family head.

Become miserable, my child.

*   *   *Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble.

Inside the Helmont kitchen.

The cook, Milly, was busy simmering broth in a large pot.

Using a wooden ladle, she was stirring it vigorously.

Of course, it wasn’t just an average broth.

She had used expensive and premium ingredients like oxtails, knee bones, and ribs.

Not only that, she was also adding medicinal herbs that were good for one’s health, wrapped in a net bag.

“Hmm~ Hmm~”

Essentially, she was making the best meal she could make for when Issac returned from the North.

Since the North was extremely cold, she figured that she’d make him the best stew so he could forget about the cold a little.

Moreover, she had separately promised to get high-quality meat cuts, planning to receive them fresh on the day of making the stew to serve.

“Whew, you’re working hard. I’ll go first.”

“Yes, Head Chef. Thank you for your hard work today.”

It was late at night and everyone had left the kitchen, but Milly kept on stirring with her ladle..

She was wiping her sweat with a towel, paying real close attention so that not a drop of it fell into the pot when...

Creak.

The door opened quietly.

“Did you forget some—“

Milly thought the Head Chef had returned, but...

She was wrong. The moment she recognized who it was, her face immediately hardened.

“M-My Lady.”

She hurriedly put down the ladle to greet the visitor, Galenia.

Of course, she had heard the news about how Galenia was in a bad mood today.

Perhaps because of this...

Anxiety enveloped her heart, and she became unable to raise her head.

Thud.

At that moment, a purple pouch was dropped on the kitchen floor.

It was small enough to be concealed in one hand.

Milly’s eyes widened, and she hurriedly looked up.

It was something that she knew well.

“...!”

“When I give the signal, put this in Isaac’s meal.”

“My Lady, t-that’s—!”

“It must be done. This is the only way to control Rianna.”

“But—“

“You talk too much.”

With eyes filled with ominous intent, Galenia pressured Milly.

“If I kick you out of here, who else will take responsibility for your family?”

“...!”

Milly’s body trembled.

As she gulped in fear and terror, the faces of her family members flashed through her mind.

“It’s alright. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Galenia, having already seized Milly’s heart, comforted her with a sinister smile.

“You’ve done it once before, no?”

Click-clack.

Click-clack.

The sound of Galenia’s departing footsteps echoed in her ears.

Left behind, Milly squeezed her eyes shut.

She vividly remembered the screams from four years ago.

[Isaac! Isaac—!]

That was the first time when she found out that a woman could shed so many tears.

Her eyes that she thought were blood-red were dropping ruby-like tears.

The woman shouted at the top of her lungs, probably thinking that her screams could help him regain his consciousness.

[Save him! Why?! Why on earth did this happen?!]

She didn’t know how many times the woman had uttered those words.

And how many times the doctors and mages gave out the same answer.

[W-We don’t know. The symptoms themselves aren’t much different from a cold, but strangely—]

[Magic doesn’t work either. In fact, magic is only effective for external injuries—]

[Isaac—!]

She remembered the woman’s desperate screams.

The woman’s pleads, to the point that her throat turned sore.

And...

Her own self, as the person who had caused this.

*   *   *“Achoo!”

“What? Did you catch a cold?”

Isaac shook his head as he sniffled.

“No, I didn’t. My nose just feels itchy all of a sudden.”

“Be careful. If you get sick before leaving, they’ll think everyone in the North always has a cold.”

Isaac chuckled at Silverna’s words.

Cold, huh?

Come to think of it, they kept telling me the same thing about a cold...

[Be careful not to catch a cold!]

[Be careful?]

[Ah, no! Take care!]

Even Sharen kept telling him to be careful of colds and sent him some tea leaves and a towel to warm himself.

[Take care not to catch a cold, Isaac]

Rianna too, her last words before leaving was exactly that.

If I catch a cold after being told so many times, I’d deserve to be called an idiot.

He rubbed his hands together as he looked at the carriage.

Jonathan was busy loading luggage onto the same carriage they had come in.

“Well, we don’t need to give an emotional goodbye to each other, right?”

When he said this to Silverna standing next to him, she slapped his back and nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll go there soon anyway.”

Since they would meet again at the Sword Dance Festival...

There was no need for an emotional farewell.

“Sir Isaac! We’re ready to depart!”

“Alright, let’s go.”

As he moved to board the carriage, cheers from the North rang out behind him.

“Thank you for your hard work!”

“That day will always be engraved in our minds!”

“Come visit anytime! You’re always welcome, Sir Isaac!”

“Next time you come, I’ll show you spearmanship that will amaze you!”

The fervent send-off from the soldiers of Malidean.

Uldiran’s glare, urging them to leave quickly, as Seleni pinched his side.

And at the very front...

“Take care! Isaac!”

Silverna waved with a bright smile.

Receiving their farewells...

Isaac headed back to Helmont once again.