The Son-In-Law Of A Prestigious Household Wants A Divorce-Chapter 49: Helmonts Family Head

The Helmont mansion.

Arandel, busy with preparations for the Sword Dance Festival, was currently welcoming the guests.

In truth, they weren’t guests he wanted to meet personally.

It was his wife, Galenia Helmont, that requested him to meet them.

She claimed that they could be of great help for this Sword Dance Festival, so Arandel complied with her request and met them.

They were none other than the Blackthorns.

From Arandel’s perspective, who had no interest in the weak, he barely had any interest toward them.

In fact, Blackthorn wasn’t in a position to be dismissed so easily anywhere else.

But in front of Arandel, even a family that prided itself on swordsmanship as their livelihood and pride had to bow their heads and yield.

If Arandel were to call someone weak...

Then, they were weak, that was all there was to it.

The one he was meeting was the Blackthorn’s eldest son himself, Phil Blackthorn.

His appearance clearly showed he had been raised in a noble household. Moreover, his straight posture exuded confidence.

But Arandel could tell that this confidence didn’t stem from himself.

Rather, it stemmed from the fact that he was here together with the man beside him.

The man was a head taller than Phil, he kept his mouth tightly shut.

He claimed to be his secretary, but Arandel could tell at a glance.

The man was far more skilled than Blackthorn’s eldest son.

“I am honored to meet the great Helmont. Lady Galenia has graciously allowed me to meet the family head.”

Phil Blackthorn bowed respectfully.

Meanwhile, Arandel only rested his chin on his hand, as if refusing to respond.

It was a gesture indicating that if they had something to say, they should get to the point quickly as he was busy.

Feeling awkward by this response, Phil quickly continued his speech.

“A-Ahem, the reason for our visit... We of the Blackthorn believe we can offer something that Sir Arandel desires.”

“...”

“Sir Arandel, as we all know, humans can’t fly, nor can they breathe underwater. Even worse, they can’t live without sunlight.”

Though Arandel had clearly told him to get to the point, he still went on with a stupidly long preamble.

Since it sounded like he was reciting a script, saying only what he wanted to say, Arandel only grew more and more irritated as time went on.

He wanted nothing more than to cut the clown’s tongue.

But he decided to listen to what he had to say.

He had to admit that he was curious to see what kind of story that he wanted to tell that warranted such a fuss.

“No matter how great a knight Sir Arandel may be, in the end, you cannot escape the limits of humanity. But we! We are different! Our power transcends human limitations! That is what we wish to propose to you, Sir Arandel.”

“...”

“Have you heard of the Transcendent Race?”

Phil Blackthorn asked in a low voice.

His tongue moved like a dancing viper.

“Beings beyond humans. A race born to rule over all others! They offer their cooperation to you, Sir Arandel—!”

“Enough.”

Arandel cut him off with a sigh.

“Not interested.”

Then, he just started to review the matters related to cooperating businesses and street vendors for the Sword Dance Festival.

Meanwhile, the recipient of his short words, Phil Blackthorn, was scared out of his wits.

Seeing him standing still, unable to say anything as his lips dried up, the man beside him finally interjected.

“Sir Arandel, have you ever questioned the nature of Helmont’s physique?”

“...”

“Helmont possesses blessed physical abilities. A body that couldn’t be compared to normal humans.”

“...”

“And... The same holds true for the Transcendent Race. No, rather, the true Transcendent Race could easily surpass Helmont’s physique.”

It was clear from his eyes that he wasn’t telling any lies.

Which meant, it was true that among the Transcendent Race, there were those who surpassed Helmont.

“We believe that Helmont is closer to the Transcendent Race than to humans.”

“...”

“Don’t you find it primitive? Those who claim to be nobles, manipulating people with their paltry power? To us, they all look the same.

“They’re ants. All of them. Queen, soldier, worker. They’re all just ants at the end of the day. They’ll be crushed when stepped on.

“So, Sir Arandel, join hands with us and attain true freedom—!”

At that moment, Arandel slowly rose from his seat and checked outside the window.

He noticed the knights of Helmont accompanying Sharen’s carriage entered the mansion’s gate, which meant he had to prepare.

His gaze then fell on the greatswords lined up next to his table.

He stepped forward, gripping the most worn and shabby one among them.

Crunch.

The man, realizing that Arandel wasn’t listening to him at all, bared his teeth.

Then he blocked the door and shouted angrily.

“It seems you still don’t understand!”

Crack! Crackle!

Hideous horns sprouted from his head.

His skin turned black, and his eyes changed to a bright red color.

With small wings on his back, he looked like a demon that was depicted in old stories.

“Our greatness—!”

His words were cut short.

Because his head had already fallen to the floor.

Thud.

The Transcendent being couldn’t even leave any last words. Meanwhile, Phil Blackthorn, who had been standing like a bystander, only realized about 3 seconds later that Arandel had swung his sword and the Transcendent being was dead.

“Heurgh!”

The man in front of him was someone whose sheer presence made the mansion tremble.

Phil couldn’t even follow the trajectory of his sword swing with his eyes.

He could only tremble in fear as he watched, but that was when something seemed to click in his mind.

So that’s why they are so obsessed with Arandel!

He had been wondering why they even went and bribed Galenia Helmont to forcibly arrange this meeting.

It was something that he had been questioning, but now that he had seen this with his own eyes, he understood.

A physique superior to Helmont?

Humans were like ants compared to them?

If that was truly the case.

Then...

There’s no need for them to persuade Arandel, damn it!

He finally understood.

Though they had claimed their superiority in words, in reality, they feared Arandel.

It was to the point that they desperately wished to persuade him to stand by their side somehow.

Only now did Phil realize it.

After his fate had been decided.

When his life hung by a thread.

If there was any consolation...

Just like the first strike...

What should I do? What should I say so he can spare me?!

He failed to notice the second strike.

I should kneel first!

Hence why even as his head flew off and fell to the floor, he was still thinking about how to stay alive.

Clang!

“Father!”

At that moment, Rianna entered the office. The first thing she saw was the two corpses.

Their necks were cleanly severed, blood was still flowing out of them.

Then, she saw her father, standing with a blank face over the pool of blood that he had created.

He greeted Rianna without even giving the two corpses a glance.

Blood dripped from the old greatsword he was holding.

“You’re back, Daughter.”

“...Father.”

“Since you’ve grasped your sword, I assume that you’re prepared for this.”

If he had assumed so, then so it would be.

Rianna nodded slightly and began to unwrap the white bandages covering Ragnavel.

After the bandages that had served as a scabbard were completely undone...

“Don’t accept the punishment willingly.”

Arandel’s calm warning fell.

“Because you might die.”

*   *   *Boom! Crash!

Hearing the violent noise coming from inside the mansion, the eldest son, Lohengrin, who had been busy with preparations for the Sword Dance Festival, hurriedly entered the mansion.

“W-What is going on here?!”

He had been on a brief patrol to organize the village stalls outside and secure the passage...

When suddenly, a great commotion broke out in the mansion.

The impact even reached the garden where roses were blooming beautifully.

This prompted all the Helmont Family members to gather at the entrance of the mansion.

Among them, the most noticeable were Alois with broken legs and Galenia worrying over him.

“Mother, what is happening?!”

“Lohengrin.”

Galenia greeted Lohengrin with a dark expression. She answered with a deeply concerned look.

“Rianna has returned...”

“Ah.”

That answer alone was sufficient.

Rianna, who had secretly gone to the frontlines, was now being reprimanded.

Clang! Boom!

The sound of clashing greatswords echoed like thunder.

Flashes of Crimson Essence bursting through the windows indicated that the situation was far from ordinary.

Just what on earth is this...?

Lohengrin had learned through his last duel with Rianna that she was strong, extremely so.

Because of that, he had pushed himself to train even harder.

Yet, even after all that, he still doubted if he could even confront his father directly like what she was doing right now.

Perhaps sensing his thoughts...

Galenia carefully took his hand.

“Don’t worry.”

“Mother...!”

“You should be confident in yourself. You’re the one who’ll become the family head, no?”

“...You’re right, Mother.”

Hearing her words, Lohengrin decided to resolve himself. It wouldn’t do him any good if he were to falter here.

Just as he was doing that...

Crash!

The main door shattered, and Arandel Helmont emerged.

He was gripping Rianna’s neck with one hand, as if he had caught prey, evoking the image of the king of beasts.

Her hair disheveled, stained with blood and sweat, it was clear that Rianna had already fainted.

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Thud!

“Put her in her bed and tell her she’s confined until I said otherwise.”

After saying this, Arandel went back inside.

The greatsword he held looked too damaged to be used anymore.

That showed how fierce Rianna’s resistance was.

*   *   *After receiving treatment, Rianna laid on her bed.

It had been a long time since she was back in her own room. She closed her eyes for a bit, as if intoxicated by the familiar scent of roses.

She thought of her punishment; she couldn’t go outside until the family head permitted her to.

As she inwardly thought it was good she had crushed Alois’s legs in advance...

Creak.

The door opened, and the one who entered was none other than her mother, Galenia Helmont.

“...”

Rianna pretended to be asleep, but Galenia didn’t seem to buy that as she stood by the bed, smiling.

“Why did you do that to Alois?”

“...”

“He’s a good boy. Even while receiving treatment from the mage, he was still worried about you.”

“...”

“Alright, if you don’t want to answer, that’s fine too.”

Knowing that her daughter was awake, she didn’t drop her gentle smile and stroked her hair.

“Don’t hate him too much. We’re family, aren’t we?”

“...”

“My beloved daughter, love your family.”

With a warm smile, Galenia caressed Rianna’s cheek.

“Because you must become the family head.”