The Son-In-Law Of A Prestigious Household Wants A Divorce-Chapter 39: The Man Who Was Abandoned

Clunk.

As Isaac opened the door and stepped inside, a mixture of disinfectant and rotting bandages scent wafted through the air.

Yet, that scent was still overpowered by the thick scent of blood coming from all over the room; revealing the urgent state of the room’s occupants—although, this was a common occurrence by now.

Malidean Wall’s Medical Room.

This was where all the patients that were in critical condition were sent to—people who couldn’t be treated in the medical tents that were set outside.

From what Isaac heard, the mage that was dispatched from the Magic Tower was stationed here.

He could hear groans from all over the room.

Among the medical beds scattered around, one man sat up straight with wide-open eyes.

He was none other than Jonathan.

“How are you feeling?”

Seeing Isaac approaching him, Jonathan quickly stood up and exclaimed.

“I’m perfectly fine!”

“Is that so?”

“Yes! I can return to duty immediately!”

He didn’t say that he wanted to go outside or that he disliked being here.

Even though given his personality, he must’ve felt extremely uncomfortable occupying one of the beds here.

But he understood that he wasn’t in a position where he could just roam around.

Because it was the margrave’s mercy that allowed him to stay here instead of the jail.

“Let’s go to the hallway. We need to talk.”

“I-Is that even allowed?”

“Regardless, we can’t talk in front of all these people.”

The mage in charge of the medical room glanced at them but they kept their mouth shut.

The corridor was lit by lamps, casting shadows everywhere.

Through the windows, they could see the sky outside gradually darkening.

Jonathan followed Isaac out.

His previously tainted skin, protruding teeth and blackened eyes had already returned to normal.

“I didn’t know anything...”

The first one who broke the silence was Jonathan, making excuses, seemingly embarrassed, even though Isaac hadn’t said anything.

“I didn’t know that things like the Transcendent Race exist, nor did I know that I’m one of them. I just thought that I’m different from others...”

His expression was dark as he confessed everything honestly.

“I...really wish that it’s just me having a few screws loose... That way... At the very least, I’d have still been a human...”

His confession poured out under the lamplight. The flickering shadows seemed to represent his heart.

“Ever since Nortemus touched me, my body has been acting strange. It’s like something is squirming inside my chest, like it might devour me at any moment...”

Jonathan reached out as if asking for help but stopped and withdrew his hand. There was a possibility that Isaac might be harmed if he proceeded, hence why he stopped.

“Why did you choose Helmont?”

“Pardon?”

Jonathan looked at Isaac with a dumbfounded expression, thinking the question came out of nowhere.

“Helmont is...different from other knights.”

What’s the reason you admire Arandel Helmont so much?

And why did you choose to stubbornly remain in Helmont?

“You know it too, don’t you, Sir Isaac? The knights of Helmont and Helmont’s direct lines are completely different.”

Yes. The knights of Helmont are the remnants of humanity left to Helmont...

They’re like Helmont’s name tag.

“Helmont’s direct lines...are monsters whose lives dedicated only to the sword.”

“I know that all too well.”

Except for Sharen and Helmont’s youngest son, Edel, everyone else dedicated their lives to the sword.

The common sense inside Helmont’s mansion and outside was completely different.

Swords and power were their justice.

“That’s why everyone praises Helmont as great.”

Isaac let out a bitter smile.

Seen up close, Helmont would look like a den of madmen.

But...

From afar, they were...

The largest sword protecting the kingdom.

Knights who’d rush out first whenever a crisis struck.

A symbol that deterred war by its mere existence.

In the eyes of both the royal family and the people, there were no nobles more reliable than Helmont.

Their immense power...

Was ironically something that kept the kingdom at peace.

Because no one in this world was crazy enough to cross swords with Arandel Helmont.

“And that’s why I admired him.”

A bright smile formed on Jonathan’s lips as he said those words. He seemed to be recalling his encounter with Arandel without realizing it.

“To dedicate one’s life to the sword, without taking a glance at anything else. That’s an amazing life that I yearn for.”

“...”

“I want to become like him. To live the life of an ascetic that’s devoted solely to the sword and abandoning all my ugly desires.”

The one who changed Jonathan’s life was Arandel Helmont.

This was an established fact.

It was his admiration for the man that made Jonathan able to overcome his ugly nature and become a knight.

“Sir Isaac, do you know? When I told the nun who raised me that I had become a knight of Helmont...”

A gentle smile formed on his lips as his mind wandered to that time.

“She cried. A lot. She had been worried about me, about my evil nature, but seeing me becoming a proper knight, she cried. A lot...”

“...”

“Sir Isaac, I know I’m making a difficult request.”

Jonathan slowly knelt down and bowed his head.

“Please. Let me remain a Knight of Helmont.”

“Jonathan.”

“I’ll hide the fact that I’m Transcendent Race’s half-blood until the day I die! L-Lady Sharen had seen it, b-but if you could say something to—-”

“My master was also a Transcendent Race’s half-blood.”

Jonathan’s urgent voice was cut off.

He slowly raised his head...

And met Isaac’s gaze.

“To be precise, she is a Transcendent with human blood. She’s more of a Transcendent than a human.”

Long black hair.

Wolf ears perked up on top.

Eyes resembling that of the moonlight.

An odachi that seemed to hold the crescent moon.

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“That’s why, I don’t have an aversion towards half-bloods. Of course, I also never intended to tell you to stop being my guard. This is the reason why I came looking for you.”

“S-Sir Isaac!”

With tears in his eyes, Jonathan grabbed Isaac’s feet, showing his gratitude.

Feeling uncomfortable, Isaac slightly pulled his leg back and continued speaking.

“I’ll try to talk to Sharen, so don’t worry about that. You should be able to join tomorrow’s mission.”

“Kuhup!”

Jonathan stood up abruptly, wiped the tears from his eyes, and saluted.

“Knight of Helmont! Jonathan! Will follow Sir Isaac for life!”

“That’s enough, go to sleep.”

“Yes, Sir! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Isaac walked down the corridor, leaving behind Jonathan who was making a fuss and laughing.

The expression on his face wasn’t particularly a pleasant one.

Foolish guy.

Of course, he didn’t intend to tell Jonathan about the divorce.

He didn’t want to make him worry unnecessarily, and let him be at ease to stay in Helmont.

Isaac stepped outside.

The sky had already darkened, and a full, round moon was already hanging in the sky.

Still, I have to admit that the family head’s sword is something else.

That’s what they meant by forsaking everything except the sword, huh?

Isaac recalled a time.

[Hm?]

When he had asked a question to the Grandmaster.

‘If Arandel hadn’t died, what do you think the war would’ve been like?’

At some point in the future, Arandel died of illness.

Isaac posed that question after reading Arandels’ autobiography and will, which he had obtained by chance.

[Hehe, what a foolish question.]

The Grandmaster chuckled as she chugged her alcohol.

[Let me ask you that question, Ink Sword. What do you think the war would’ve been like?]

She laughed as she asked that, as if testing him.

‘I believe that no matter how strong he is, it would’ve been difficult for him to turn the tide of the war just by himself.’

Leaning on his staff, Isaac answered thus.

Hearing that answer, the Grandmaster clapped her hand, laughing.

As her laughter went on and Isaac started to feel a bit annoyed, she...

[I hate to say this because I know you’d hate to hear this, but...]

Declared clearly.

[If he’s alive, the war wouldn’t have happened in the first place.]

‘...Pardon?’

[The Transcendent Race would’ve just watched the situation silently.]

[While wondering when Arandel would die.]

[Whispering to each other like that.]

HE was the Great Sword.

That was the one fact that no one could deny.

“Ha.”

Walking down the night path, Isaac muttered as if clutching a bitter wound.

“Ridiculous.”

Arandel Helmont, the man who abandoned everything for the sword.

“How could I just accept that? As someone who has been abandoned by him?”

Isaac was also included among the things he had discarded.

*   *   *“...”

“...”

Early at dawn.

Rianna Helmont stood in front of Isaac, who had come out to the training ground to practice.

The two stood facing each other without saying a word.

They hadn’t arranged anything to meet up here at this time.

Isaac just came out here to train as usual, while Rianna was just there, crouching while watching him.

“Why are you here?”

When Isaac finally broke the silence, Rianna gripped the greatsword she brought with her.

“Didn’t you ask me to teach you how to use Aura?”

“...I didn’t expect it to start this quickly.”

“We won’t be able to do it when I get back.”

“...Good point.”

Once she returned to Helmont, forget about sword training.

The moment they see the tachi at his waist, they’d split it in half and start to beat him up.

There was no way they’d accept a Helmont carrying such a thin sword.

“Draw your sword.”

Isaac drew his tachi as instructed.

Even in this brief action, there was an elegance to his movement; showing that he had now become a proper swordsman.

Although, a third-party would probably find it amusing to see the much smaller and seemingly fragile Rianna holding a person-sized greatsword, while Isaac holding a thin tachi.

“Aura is about handling the individual mana in your body. Have you ever had your mana capacity measured?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“I see. Even if you don’t know the total amount, you’ll get a sense of it as you practice the technique.”

Crimson Essence flowed from the greatsword, as gentle as a kindling.

“To master Aura, you’d need to find the direction that suits—”

“Isaac!?”

At that moment, a woman’s voice was heard from afar.

It was Silverna, waving her hand and running over with her white hair fluttering.

On her shoulder, was a spear. From the way it looked, she wanted to train together with them.

“I was planning to join you from today, did I interrupt something?”

Silverna looked back and forth between the two and smiled as she interjected.

“If I didn’t, well, can I join?”

She was like a bull.

Once she decided on something, she’d charge straight ahead without stopping.

Rianna pressed her lips together, waiting for Isaac’s answer.

“Do as you like.”

And so, a peculiar situation unfolded where a Cardias would be taught by Helmont about Aura.

*   *   *“Isaac.”

Thirty minutes had passed.

Rianna lowered her greatsword slowly with an expressionless face.

“You have no talent for Aura.”

“...”

[Pfft.]

For some reason...

[You suck.]

Isaac could hear the Grandmaster’s mocking voice echoing in his ears.