The Son-In-Law Of A Prestigious Household Wants A Divorce-Chapter 110: Dawn Encounter

“Humph, I’ve shown you quite an unsightly scene.”

Having rolled once, Rayahn Leivice awkwardly brushes off the dirt clinging to his body. Entering the tent with an uneasy stance, he introduces himself as if nothing happened.

“Greetings, Blood Rose of Helmut. I am Rayahn Leivice, known as the noble scion of House Leivice.”

“Yes.”

At Rayahn Leivice’s greeting, Rihanna nods impassively. She looks nothing like the woman who, just moments ago, had flared up at Lohengrin’s words and let loose an intense killing aura.

“I’ve actually seen you a few times before. Do you recall?”

“You attended my wedding.”

“Indeed I did. As expected of Lady Rihanna, your memory is remarkable.”

It’s not that she particularly remembers him. She’d merely assumed he showed up because an invitation had been sent to House Leivice.

Large noble weddings are events most try to attend if they can. Not out of mere courtesy but also because such occasions foster relationships among nobles. Plus, it’s a suitable atmosphere for marriageable noble sons and daughters to meet each other’s eyes.

“Though we find ourselves in this situation now… Well, I suppose it’s all according to the goddess’ will, is it not?”

“Yes.”

Rihanna’s replies remain concise. It’s not that she dislikes him or is upset. She just genuinely has no thoughts on the matter.

There’s no need to concern herself with him, nor does she have any reason to be interested. So, no other words come out.

“A woman is often compared to a flower. True to your nickname ‘Blood Rose,’ I expect you’ll bloom most beautifully on the battlefield.”

“Yes.”

On the other hand, who is Rayahn Leivice? He’s the man who has Marlin for a younger sister. He’s more than accustomed to such conversation.

‘A duel of spear and shield!’

Observing quietly from the side, Sharen widens her eyes and takes out a snack from her pocket.

-Crunch, crunch.

“If you ever find yourself in danger on the battlefield, please call for Rayahn Leivice. Even if I lose a leg, I’ll come running for you.”

“Yes.”

His ‘spear’ may be wavering a bit, but her ‘shield’ remains unyielding. It’s downright fascinating.

‘I wish Isaac was here to watch, too!’

-Crunch, crunch!

****

The following day, early in the morning. As usual, Isaac rises before anyone else and practices his swordsmanship.

He holds a blade in each hand. Especially White Snow, forged from Frostsilver Ore, feels unusually cold.

‘Does it realize we’re getting closer to home?’

The earrings Silverna crafted for him also radiate a fierce chill. Lately, Isaac has often felt that White Snow and the earrings resonate with each other.

So he deliberately started wielding White Snow in his left hand. Since he wears the earring only on the left side, it matches better that way.

“Hm.”

Amid the crisp, dawn air, an elderly man’s impressed grunt seeps in.

It was the commander-in-chief, Eisenwolf, standing at one side in full armor.

When Isaac lowers his head in greeting, Eisenwolf approaches and speaks.

“Is that the swordsmanship of those called the Transcendent Race?”

“…It’s close but not exactly the same. I’ve modified it to suit my body.”

“Eisenwolf here. Come to think of it, I’m late in greeting you properly.”

He extends his hand, and Isaac politely shakes it.

“I’m Isaac Logan. I’ve heard much about you.”

“Princess Adeline said we should rely on Baron Logan’s help.”

“You flatter me. I suppose it’s because I know a bit more about the Transcendent Race than most people do.”

“We’ve come to subjugate the demonic beasts and reclaim the North. It’s not yet certain the Transcendent Race has intervened here.”

“…No reports of them have come in from the Malidan Barrier, either.”

They vanished overnight, leaving everything in a veil of mystery. Still, Isaac is convinced.

“I’m certain the Transcendent Race is involved. No one else could cause such bizarre events.”

“Hmm, do you have any proof?”

“They make the impossible, the unthinkable, into reality. Only the Transcendent Race does that.”

“So, because there’s no alternative, that alone is our answer?”

“Yes.”

Eisenwolf sets his face in a stony expression. It doesn’t seem like he’s fully satisfied with that explanation.

Even so, the outlandish power of the Transcendent Race is difficult for Isaac himself to explain.

“I must take the stance of a commander leading an army. I can’t readily accept such a schematic theory.”

“I understand.”

“But I, the man called Eisenwolf, will keep it in my heart.”

Isaac unwittingly opens his eyes wide. Just that much is enough for him, so he bows his head again without another word.

Right then—

“Ah.”

A familiar-looking woman appeared.

It was Rihanna Helmut.

At dawn, she emerged with a greatsword slung over her shoulder. It might have looked like she was just out for some morning exercise, but the fact that she walked all the way toward Isaac’s tent made it clear she had a specific reason for coming.

“Hrm, this old man should be on his way now. Standing around at dawn makes my knees ache.”

‘His thighs look twice as thick as mine, though…’

“And do try not to make a racket. Even ten minutes of sleep is precious for soldiers on the battlefield.”

“Thank you.”

Accepting Rihanna Helmut’s gratitude with a quick nod, the old commander—sporting those robust legs—tactfully took his leave.

Left behind, the man and woman faced each other, their relationship a bit awkward.

“I greet the head of House Helmut.”

Isaac was the first to speak. He figured he’d do as he had the day before, but Rihanna Helmut pursed her lips ever so slightly. Then, in an almost brusque manner:

“Let’s spar.”

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She made her proposal.

“All right.”

“…”

Isaac slowly slid the swords he’d been holding back into their sheaths. Just yesterday, she had warned Lohengrin for exactly this sort of sparring. And yet here she was.

It was a bit funny, in a way—but Rihanna Helmut must have known it too, which is why she came so secretly at dawn. She was well aware Isaac did his training early in the morning.

No more words were exchanged between the two, who had once been husband and wife.

They stood a bit apart and looked at each other. With a polite nod at the same time, they both signaled their mutual respect—then took their stances.

Rihanna Helmut drew her greatsword, its sheer size imposing enough even when simply held. Ragnabel, the massive blade, radiated raw intimidation.

Chiik!

Isaac eased his right foot back, scraping the ground. Instead of dust, cold northern air rose up, and both of their breaths grew visible. The moment that chill spread between them—

Isaac struck first.

‘The moment I hand over the offensive, I’ll never be able to win.’

He had doubts about whether he could ever overpower Rihanna’s strength in the first place.

Both swords drawn in one swift motion—called paired wings, reminiscent of a bird’s flapping wings—Isaac’s opening strike sliced through even the air itself.

Claang!

Yet Ragnabel, simply held in place, fended it off. Beyond the greatsword, those red eyes stared unblinking at Isaac.

Coong!

Her greatsword, meeting the blade of Isaac’s swords, swept sideways as if to push him back. She hadn’t infused any killing aura into that blow—still, if Isaac hadn’t immediately retreated, he would’ve been knocked to the ground.

They found themselves separated once more.

Without a word, Rihanna Helmut calmly readied her greatsword again and stepped forward.

Claang!

In the blink of an eye, the distance closed. She leapt so powerfully it felt like the earth shook beneath her feet.

‘If it’s Helmut style—’

He could already anticipate her sword’s trajectory. The Helmut style emphasizes raw force, so its users unconsciously favor the stance and arc that best maximize power.

Cla-aaang!

Ragnabel slid across Isaac’s two slightly angled blades, deflecting off them.

‘I managed it.’

Even so, the impact numbed his hands. But for Rihanna’s heavy blow, escaping with just that much damage was commendable.

He immediately tried to counter—

“…!”

—and realized Rihanna was gripping her greatsword with only her right hand.

Her left hand had let go of the blade and was swinging wide toward Isaac. That’s when the hidden killing aura finally manifested.

The aura around her arm formed something resembling a demonic beast’s claw.

A move he had never seen before in either this life or his previous one.

A refinement unimaginable for someone who’d devoted herself to Helmut’s greatsword style.

Hwoong!

“…!”

That beast-like aura lunged for Isaac’s neck—yet stopped just short, without touching him.

That was the end of the spar.

“I’ve lost.”

Lowering his sword in acknowledgment, Isaac watched as Rihanna Helmut calmly retracted her aura and nodded.

“I wanted to show you… No, show you specifically, Baron Logan.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

Her tone was uncertain, her words rigid—but it was clear she had something to convey.

“Because of you, Helmut itself was completely broken through.”

“…”

“Just now as well. If I had simply swung my greatsword recklessly, you would have read my path, and I would’ve been in trouble.”

“…”

“The Helmut of today is different. It has changed…and it will continue to change.”

Isaac’s eyes widened. Stowing her greatsword, Rihanna Helmut bowed deeply, with genuine respect.

“I’ve learned from you.”

Those words weren’t just about this moment’s spar. They expressed gratitude for how he’d shown Helmut a path beyond its fixed form.

“Could we… meet again tomorrow?”

It felt a bit like exchanging letters. Faced with her half-request, Isaac nodded with a gentle smile.

“It’s 0–1 right now. Tomorrow might go a bit differently.”

At his response, Rihanna let the corners of her lips curl upward ever so slightly.

– – The End of The Chapter ––

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