The Son-In-Law Of A Prestigious Household Wants A Divorce-Chapter 52: A Unique Woman (1)

Silverna stood still, watching the departing Helmont carriage.

Everyone else had already turned back to their daily routines, except for her.

Thinking that she might stay there until the carriage completely disappeared from view, Anna gently took her arm.

“My lady? Your eyes will fall out.”

“Mmm... It’s a strange feeling.”

“Why? Do you miss them already? We just said our goodbyes.”

“Yes.”

“Oh wow, you’re being too honest.”

Her unexpectedly bold answer left Anna taken aback. Now that Isaac had left, it seemed that her mistress had no intention of hiding her feelings anymore. So, she took a step forward and reminded her.

“You’ll see them again at the Sword Dance Festival, no?”

“...”

“If you’re gonna feel like this, you shoulda just confessed to him again before he left.”

She had been emphasizing how close their friendship was all this time.

A perfect stepping stone for what would come after the Sword Dance Festival.

Anna had meant to say those words as a tease, but Silverna just let out a bitter sigh as she replied.

“I already know the answer if I do that.”

“...Sorry.”

Realizing that she had been speaking so lightly about Silverna’s true feelings, Anna apologized.

But Silverna just brushed it off.

“No need, I’m fine. Anyway, you were right, we’ll meet again at the Sword Dance Festival anyway.”

“Right, right! Let’s catch him when that happens! I’ve prepared special clothes for you, my lady.”

“...Clothes?”

“Yes! Apparently, Isaac prefers cute women.”

“...”

The moment she heard that, Silverna put her hands on her hips, stuck out her bottom slightly, and winked.

“Cute... Like this?”

“You look like a middle-aged woman trying to act cute.”

“Hey, I’m still in my twenties!”

Silverna stomped the ground, huffing, while Anna burst into laughter.

“But my lady, where did you learn that?”

“Huh? Uh... Sharen does it sometimes.”

“Pfft! Really? Ah, why haven’t I seen that?”

“But more importantly, why do you think Isaac likes the cute type?”

“Well, Lady Rianna has that cute beauty vibe, doesn’t she?”

“Her?”

Recalling Rianna’s appearance, Silverna found it hard to agree with those words. She just couldn’t see where exactly was the cuteness behind that expressionless and cold demeanor.

“My lady, believing that he likes cute girls is the only way for you to move forward. If he has a different preference, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Different preference...?”

“For example, if he prefers women with small chest.”

“...”

“So you have to go for the cute vibe. Try this: ‘Pikyat!’“

As she said that, Anna lifted a leg and made a V-sign with her hand near her eye.

Silverna looked at her with a bewildered expression before hesitantly imitating her.

“Pi... Pikyat?!”

Her face turned bright red, as her chest heaved.

Seeing this, Anna clicked her tongue.

“Tsk, if Isaac saw this, it’d be a knockout.”

“I...don’t know... It feels...weird...”

“The Sword Dance Festival is the decisive moment. You have to make Isaac think, ‘Huh? Was she always this cute?’ the moment he sees you. Got it?”

“Pikyat?!”

“As expected of you, my lady. You’re a quick learner.”

Anna, who had only learned about romance from novels, and Silverna, who barely even knew the R in romance, continued to chat. They both prepared themselves for the Sword Dance Festival in their own way.

*   *   *“Sir Isaac, what type of woman do you like?”

“...”

Clop, clop.

Three days after leaving the Malidean Wall.

Night had fallen, and they had stopped the carriage to set up camp.

In front of the campfire, Jonathan suddenly asked this unexpected question.

“I think I misheard your question.”

Isaac tried to change the subject subtly, but the tactless Jonathan just repeated his question without any hesitation whatsoever.

“No, I asked what type of woman you prefer.”

“...You do know I’m married, right?”

“This and that is a separate matter. Sometimes a man prefers a different type of woman from his wife, no?”

Is it because he’s a Transcendent half-blood?

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He’s unexpectedly sharp in some areas.

“I didn’t know you were interested in this kind of thing. Why do you ask? Do you need some advice?”

Isaac thought that he, someone who became a knight of Helmont to overcome his natural instinct, wouldn’t have much interest in women, but it seemed like he was proven wrong.

But Jonathan stared blankly and replied:

“Just because? When I lived at the church, the guys always talked about this stuff.”

“...”

“And we don’t have much else to talk about now, do we?”

Or not. He wasn’t wrong at all.

After that, silence descended among the two men who were sitting by the campfire.

“What about a duel, Jonathan?”

Suddenly, Isaac stood up.

Jonathan too, quickly got up and grabbed his greatsword.

Isaac went to the carriage and untied a bundle he had stuffed inside.

Inside that bundle were several tachi.

They were all made by Antonio, and Isaac had taken them all since no one else would use them anyway.

He gripped one of them and stood in front of the campfire. Seeing this, Jonathan frowned and pouted.

“Are you not going to use White Snow, Sir Isaac?”

White Snow, the tachi made of Argentite.

It was the name Isaac had barely managed to change the tachi into after constantly flattering Silverna back at the Malidean Wall.

After all, he couldn’t keep using ‘Revered and Beautiful Goddess Silveryn’ as its actual name.

“If I use it all the time, I’ll become dependent on the sword.”

Isaac answered with a smile, and Jonathan swallowed hard, tensing his body.

“Kuooooh!”

“So noisy.”

Jonathan’s Crimson Essence, full of holes, began to change into something thick like a sticky swamp.

The reason it was closer to black in color was obviously because he was utilizing the power of the Transcendent Race.

“Today, I’m gonna win!”

Jonathan shouted confidently as his canines sharpened, but Isaac just smiled as he drew his sword.

“As long as you’re still using Helmont’s sword, it won’t be easy to beat me.”

*   *   *A few days later.

“...”

The atmosphere on the Helmont’s territory was completely different from when they left.

Scent of blooming roses permeated the entire area, and the sound of people’s voices could be heard constantly.

Along the road leading to the Helmont Mansion, stalls on both sides were already bustling with customers as if the festival had begun.

“Wow, this is my first Sword Dance Festival, so I never imagined it would be like this!”

Jonathan looked around with a bright smile. While worrying about pulling the reins wrong, Isaac also opened his eyes in surprise.

“It’s my first time too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, when I got married four years ago, the time for the Sword Dance Festival had already passed.”

Around this time back in his previous life, his leg got injured, so he had shut himself in his room, refusing to meet anyone.

It was a time he wanted to remember least of all, since it was also the time when he felt most pathetic about himself.

“Why don’t we look around for a bit? Once we enter the mansion, we won’t be able to go outside anymore.”

At Isaac’s suggestion, Jonathan eagerly looked for a place to park the carriage.

They borrowed a large, unopened tent from a nearby merchant and covered the carriage to hide it.

“A festival, huh? This is my first time.”

“Is that so? Festivals are quite fun.”

Isaac wondered if he should give him some money, but Jonathan was a proper knight, he wasn’t lacking in money.

So he just hummed as he looked around.

“Sir Isaac, did you go to festivals often?”

“I went a few times before getting married. I often got invited as a guest, sometimes my friends also asked me to go with them.”

“Oh...”

Jonathan let out a voice of admiration, but then he stopped walking. His face reflected his curiosity as he asked...

“The ones who invited you... Were they women, Sir?”

“Why do you ask...?”

“Nothing. Just curious.”

Isaac didn’t answer and just kept walking while Jonathan followed with a grin.

“As expected of you, Sir Isaac. Then again, you’re so handsome, so it’s just normal, isn’t it?”

“I see that someone’s getting too comfortable with me, hm?”

“I’m sorry!”

Despite his words, the smile didn’t leave Jonathan’s face. Isaac chuckled as they continued to look around the festival.

“Ah, no! I didn’t do it on purpose!”

At that moment, they noticed an unusual woman.

Her striking appearance and flawless skin clearly suggested that she was a woman who had never known hardship.

She had blonde hair that reached her waist—a common hair color you’d see everywhere—but the shade of her hair had this indescribable difference that made everyone around her look fake in comparison.

With that kind of appearance, her clothes that resembled that of an adventurer who had been through thick and thin looked extremely out of place.

From what it seemed like, the woman was in the middle of an argument with a stall owner.

“Come on, a grown lady like you shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I’m not trying to not pay you.”

“If not so, then?”

“I just got into an unintended accident. It’s not that I don’t have money, I just don’t have some with me right now.”

“...What are you talking about?”

“But I know I can’t just leave without paying, so I’ll give you something even more valuable than money!”

What could be more valuable than money to a stall owner?

“You’re selling these as crispy meat skewers, but the meat isn’t crispy at all. You used chicken, right? It doesn’t taste special at all. In fact, it smells a bit rancid.

“It’s also a little too burnt. Because you pre-grilled it and let it cool down, that taste is even more pronounced. Also, since you grilled the skewer together with the meat, some skewer bits got mixed with the meat in the middle.

“The seasoning is uneven between skewers, and the meat quality is poor. Considering all this, the price is too high.

“I have more to say, but I think this much is already worth more than the price of the skewer I ate.”

The woman winked and gestured to the stall owner with a sly smile.

“If you take my advice and improve, you might become the most popular stall—!”

“Just give me the money, you wench!”

“Aaah?! M-Mister?! I just paid you the—! Kyaaah?! That hurts!!”

Perhaps unable to hear the woman’s rants anymore, the stall owner grabbed her hair.

The woman struggled in panic, trying to figure out how to escape.