The Son-In-Law Of A Prestigious Household Wants A Divorce-Chapter 68: Help Request

Watching Arandel’s fights against Blackthorn, Isaac was able to see and learn countless things.

Not just swordsmanship, but also how to fight against multiple opponents, various ways of using a greatsword, breathing techniques, and deliberately extended footwork.

Every time Arandel swung his sword, Isaac would gain inspiration and insight—it was as if Arandel was a giant tree that dropped its fruit when shaken.

And now...

That giant tree was being violently shaken, as if facing a harsh storm.

Thanks to that, numerous pieces of knowledge entered Isaac’s mind.

He steadily accumulated all sorts of knowledge in his head, but he knew that this wouldn’t last.

BOOM!

Facing the incoming odachi from above, Arandel moved to respond instead of to dodge.

In terms of strength, there was no way he’d be overpowered.

The Grandmaster knew this too, of course, but she still fought him in this way instead. As for why, it was for a simple reason.

Because she isn’t trying to win.

Indeed, her goal wasn’t victory, but Isaac.

More precisely, Isaac whom she suspected to know about her old friend.

Sadly, this meant that her goal was just her own misunderstanding.

The odachi and greatsword clashed, creating a whirlwind.

This made no one—not first-class knights, not the most honorable royalty—able to approach their vicinity.

The onlooking crowds quickly retreated.

If they got too close and were caught up, they’d be cut to pieces without a chance to resist.

That place where the pinnacle of Aura and swordsmanship clashed was literally a place where the wind whirled like blades.

“Isaac, let’s get out of here!”

Sharen pulled on Isaac’s arm—who had been watching the duel as if in a trance, forgetting to even blink—with urgency.

“We’re gonna die if we stay here!”

The moment Isaac finally took a step back, pushed by Sharen’s strength...

“Where do you think you’re going?!”

The Grandmaster’s eyes flashed.

She lightly stepped on the incoming greatsword and immediately flew past Arandel towards Isaac.

“I-Inferno Surge!”

The pink Crimson Essence advanced quickly.

Although, since it came out of her palm, its power was pitifully weak.

Not that the result would be any different if she had fired it with her greatsword, though.

“How cute—!”

To no one’s surprise, Sharen’s Inferno Surge was cleanly bisected. Startled, Sharen trembled but her grip on Isaac’s hand became even tighter.

At this moment, Isaac pushed Sharen away and drew his tachi.

If he wasn’t careful, the Grandmaster might kill Sharen.

And that was a tragedy that he had to avoid no matter what.

Iai—!

I’ll swing it with the intent to kill—!

He knew she wouldn’t actually kill him.

What he was trying to do was to make her hesitate with this and that would be enough, but...

“Impressive.”

The Iai he swung at the Grandmaster cut through empty air. She had already passed over his head and grabbed him from behind.

BOOM!

In an instant, she seized his nape and slammed him to the ground.

She twisted her body by swinging her sword in the air!

The way she twisted her body once after leaping, using the air pressure from the downward sword swing was almost acrobatic.

“Ugh!”

“Sorry for treating you roughly like this, but please know that I’m desperate here.”

“Isaac!”

Sharen tried to rush to his side, but he stretched out his hand to stop her.

“Don’t come!”

It’s alright.

Isaac knew the Grandmaster wouldn’t kill him.

But it was a different case with Sharen.

If it was her, or anyone other than him, they might just die if they came over.

“Let me explain—!”

At that moment...

The earth was tinged red.

The Grandmaster’s ears twitched as the ground began to shake as if an earthquake had struck.

Red light exploded upwards like erupting lava, and the scattered earth momentarily obscured their vision.

Regardless of that, the Grandmaster didn’t let go of Isaac, but...

“Sharen! Catch—!”

Along with Silverna’s voice echoing from afar, a spear flew straight, separating Isaac and the Grandmaster.

The white Aura contained within the spear instantly spread even after leaving its owner, creating distance between the Grandmaster and Isaac.

“I-I caught him—! I caught him!”

Sharen caught Isaac as his body bounced up.

She let out a bright smile, relieved that he was safe, but his gaze was fixed on the Grandmaster.

“This isn’t swordsmanship anymore, it’s just magic...”

The Grandmaster, who had survived the onslaught of Crimson Essence that had erupted from the earth, muttered as such.

She glared at Arandel, who stood before her again as she dusted off the dirt on her body.

“...”

Arandel calmly raised his greatsword again.

As if he had no intention of dragging this out any longer, he let his Crimson Essence swirl and condense in his greatsword.

The absolute strike that would destroy, tear, burn, and crush anything was swung from Arandel’s hands.

Crimson Annihilation Strike.

The moment when the sword that could be called Helmont’s pinnacle extended from his hands once again, the Grandmaster’s eyes flashed as she swung her odachi with both hands.

A single strike that dyed the world red.

Within it, a sharply curved crescent moon rose.

Moon Flash.

As the devouring force and the sword that cut through it collided, an enormous cloud of dust obscured their vision and then disappeared in an instant.

The outcome of this brief confrontation was clear.

“Haa... R-Ridiculous...”

The Grandmaster, kneeling on one knee with her odachi thrust into the ground, triying to catch her breath.

Parts of her clothes were torn, and her fair skin was stained with blood.

Conversely, Arandel stood silently on both legs.

There were wounds here and there on his body, but the result was clear.

The Grandmaster’s Moon Flash couldn’t pierce Arandel’s Crimson Annihilation Strike.

However, considering that no one had been able to make Arandel bleed during this whole subjugation...

The fact that she had managed to wound him and make him bleed alone was a testament to the Grandmaster’s skill.

“F-Father is amazing!”

“That was crazy...”

Sharen and Silverna, who stood on Isaac’s sides, expressed their admiration.

Not only them, others were also waving their hands, cheering for Arandel’s victory, but...

“Cough!”

Dark red blood poured from Arandel’s tightly closed mouth.

The blood that gushed out soon flowed down Arandel’s chin and spread long on the ground.

Then, his massive body swayed.

He thrusted his greatsword into the ground, trying hard to prevent himself from collapsing.

“Father?!”

“C-Could it be? S-Sir Arandel actually lost?!”

Amidst the many people who thought the outcome had suddenly reversed...

Only Isaac and the Grandmaster realized what exactly was going on.

“So that’s why you wanted to end our battle quickly...”

Indeed, the Grandmaster noticed that Arandel wasn’t in a good condition.

His chronic illness had unexpectedly brought the outcome of the match back to square one.

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While everyone’s attention was on Arandel, only Isaac was looking at the Grandmaster.

Amidst the crowd, their gazes met.

The distance between them was too far away to convey words.

Nevertheless, the moment the Grandmaster saw Isaac’s eyes, her eyes slowly widened.

I see, your intuition has always been strong, huh?

Is it because of your mixed-blood? Or is it because it’s you, Grandmaster?

The Grandmaster slowly stood up, sheathing her odachi and catching her breath.

Then, without making any sound, she fled.

“After her!”

At Lohengrin’s shout, the Helmont’s knights urgently chased after the Grandmaster, but...

No matter what, humans were still unable to outrun a wounded wolf on foot.

With Arandel unable to move now, the Grandmaster’s safe escape was very much likely.

The problem here isn’t her, but...

Arandel Helmont, whose face had visibly turned ashen.

*   *   *“...A chronic illness...”

Princess Clarisse sighed in frustration after hearing about Arandel’s condition.

A gloomy atmosphere hung over the tent.

The fact that Arandel’s hidden chronic illness had been revealed, and the revelation that the kingdom’s sword was currently in a precarious state were both very important matters, but...

“We’re just one step away from suppressing Blackthorn...”

Right now, they only had to topple Blackthorn’s massive mansion.

The place was bound to be swarmed by the Transcendents, Arandel’s absence would create a sense of uneasiness among their ranks.

Those beings would definitely resist with all their might, so the upcoming battle would likely be their fiercest one yet.

In any case, now I know why he only fought for a single hour every time...

Clarisse nodded, crossing her arms while tapping them with her fingers.

It’s to hide his illness...

The puzzle pieces were starting to fit together, but she didn’t feel the least bit happy about it.

Actually, Arandel also did that to let Isaac see his moves directly, but...

Of course Clarisse’s thoughts didn’t reach that far.

Anyway...

“We’ll proceed with the attack on Blackthorn immediately tomorrow.”

Though unwillingly, she had taken command of the army. Hearing her words, the nobles agreed.

They didn’t know what kind of bizarre thing that the Transcendent Race might use against them if they were to take their time. Also, they didn’t want the news of Arandel’s injury to reach those creatures.

And more importantly, they didn’t want to give the cornered mice a chance to escape again.

“It’ll be over quickly anyway.”

“The fight won’t even take an hour.”

“We already have an overwhelming advantage. There’s no need to worry.”

Clarisse nodded at the confident declarations of her staff. As they had said, their position was extremely favorable right now.

But...

For some reason...

Why do I feel so uneasy?

Clarisse always had a sharp intuition.

And that intuition rang alarm bells in her mind the moment she heard the nobles’ exaggerated assurances.

“Then, who is going to take charge of the frontline tomo—”

“Princess.”

Lohengrin, sitting in place of Arandel, placed his hand on his chest with a confident expression and said...

“Please leave it to me.”

“...”

A thought crossed the princess’ mind at that point.

This... Something needs to be done about this...!

*   *   *“That’s why I came to find you, Isaac.”

“...”

Isaac stared at the princess who had visited his tent with a bewildered expression.

He could roughly understand why she blatantly ignored Lohengrin, but...

She really distrusts him, huh?

It was as if Lohengrin was barely on the fringes of Helmont in Clarisse’s mind.

“Please. Join the mansion raid tomorrow.”

“Of course.”

Until now, he had only been watching from behind, following Arandel’s orders, but...

Now he isn’t here...

At the thought that his moment to draw his sword in actual combat had finally come, he could feel his heart start to race a little.

Not only that, this was also the perfect way to uphold his promise to Pollu with his own hands.

Meanwhile, hearing Isaac’s answer, Clarisse’s expression brightened.

“Thank you! Now, my anxiety’s eased a little! I’m going to visit Silverna after this. Please do a good job tomorrow.”

After saying those words, Clarisse went outside.

Just like Isaac, Silverna hadn’t been fighting either, so she’d definitely welcome this opportunity.

“Hmm.”

After the princess left, Isaac quietly took out a book.

After skimming through the margins of the already worn book, he licked his lips in frustration.

This won’t be enough.

Then, he took out another book—a new one.

Its previously blank pages...

Were quickly filled with his thoughts as the Ink Sword.

What was written was none other than the majestic and great swordsmanship that the two powerhouses had shown today.

He was trying to write everything in the book, then organize the parts he could utilize for himself.

Although the fight only lasted for about ten minutes...

The pages were being filled up quickly.

“Hmm, what a curious thing.”

Suddenly, a woman’s voice echoed from behind.

It was a common thing that Isaac wouldn’t notice his surroundings when he was concentrating, but this time, the woman had actually concealed her presence well.

That was how she managed to reach this place, all while evading the eyes of the knights stationed around.

“...!”

Startled, he turned his head to find the Grandmaster resting her chin on her hand, peeking at Isaac’s book from behind.

“Don’t you think this is a little too detailed? I feel embarrassed now.”

“If you could come secretly like this, why did you do that earlier today?”

“Tsk, how could a woman enter a man’s bedchamber at night?”

“...”

“Also, Arandel would’ve noticed it immediately if I were to do that. Anyway, I heard he’s left the frontlines for treatment?”

How does she know that? That’s top-secret information...

Though curious, Isaac didn’t bother to ask her.

“Anyway, the fact that you were glancing at me secretly last time meant you have something you want to say to me. Perfect, I also have something I want to hear from you.”

“Your wounds, are they alright?”

Knowing that she would come, he took out bandages and disinfectant he had prepared separately.

“Of course not.”

The Grandmaster didn’t refuse.

That must mean the wounds she received from Arandel were quite severe.

There were large leaves left haphazardly on her wounds—more likely to make them worse than not.

While treating the visible wounds, Isaac said.

“Tomorrow, they’re going to finish the subjugation once and for all.”

“Hmm? I know that. But don’t misunderstand, I really have no connection with those guys—“

“Please help us.”

“...Hm?”

“We... No, I need your help.”

The Grandmaster’s ears twitched as if trying to confirm that she hadn’t heard wrong.