The Son-In-Law Of A Prestigious Household Wants A Divorce-Chapter 46: Revered and Beautiful Goddess Silveryn

“I’ll be going now.”

Just a moment ago, her heart had been swelling with emotions.

But after experiencing that for a few minutes, awkwardness and embarrassment started to surge in her chest.

So she backed away, glancing around nervously as Isaac laid back down on the bed.

“B-Be careful on your way.”

She was just going back to her room, so there really wasn’t anything she should be careful about.

Of course Isaac knew that. He just blurted out whatever came to mind.

Her hand was already reaching the doorknob.

She was about to leave, but she carefully turned her head after hesitating for a moment.

Her cheeks were flushed.

Though her voice was small, it was clear.

“Um, Isaac...?”

“Yes?”

He thought she had something to say, so he perked his ears up to listen.

But she just stared at him without saying anything.

“What is it?”

“...”

“Rianna?”

It was only when he called her name did her body flinch. She lowered her head regretfully before mumbling.

“You called me that again.”

“...”

“I-I’m going.”

Then, she left as if running away.

Watching the place she had left, Isaac let out a sigh as tension escaped his body.

Ria, huh.

That was a pet name he used to call her when they were dating.

Realizing that he had called her by that old pet name unconsciously, embarrassment and bewilderment crept up at the same time in his chest.

Get a grip, Isaac. Stop thinking strange thoughts.

Rianna’s appearance was captivating, that was for certain.

What man wouldn’t be moved by the sight of one of the kingdom’s famous beauties with tears in her eyes?

But he had already fallen for this once before.

I can’t make that happen again.

He took a deep breath before sorting out his feelings.

I’m just happy that she acknowledged me as a fellow swordsman. She’s a swordswoman I genuinely admire, after all.

“Haa.”

As he let out a sigh, trying to clear his mind...

Clunk.

The door opened again. This time, it was Vivian, the one in charge of the medical room, who entered.

“I heard you were awake.”

“Did Rianna tell you?”

“Huh? No? Lady Silverna did.”

Silverna?

Isaac was momentarily confused by that, but he held out his right arm to Vivian without making a fuss, so that the mage could examine him easier.

“It still hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it does.”

“Well, to put it simply, what you did was essentially cracking an egg against a rock.”

“...”

“Your right arm is the egg here; it shattered because it couldn’t handle the impact. After my mana is recovered, I’ll apply some healing magic on you, but there might be some lingering aftereffects even after that.”

Hearing those words, Isaac felt a sudden fear.

The memory of him giving up everything due to an injury was still vivid in his mind.

Seeing the shadow that fell over Isaac’s face, Vivian added an explanation.

“It can’t be helped. Strictly speaking, you handled something you weren’t supposed to handle.”

“Is this about talent again?”

Vivian was someone who could be considered as a talent fanatic.

She was a mage supremacist, and she thought that those who had talent also had privilege. Hence why she seemed displeased that Isaac had shown such a strike with his extremely low mana.

“Yes. It’s about talent.”

“Didn’t you see it with your own eyes?”

“Yes, that’s why...”

Placing her hand on her forehead, Vivian replied with a sigh and an uneasy voice.

“I’m perplexed. What you showed back then was something that came out of effort rather than talent.”

“...”

“Mages are stubborn, and they don’t normally back down. Because we think and ponder more than others before coming up with an answer!”

She hurriedly turned her body to organize medicines. Her gesture was awkward; it was clear that she was trying to hide her embarrassment.

“So, etch this in your mind! You have successfully made a mage back down! More specifically, me! Someone who doesn’t get swayed, or changes my opinion easily!”

Vivian cut off the bandages wrapped around Isaac’s right arm with the splint and wrapped new ones.

“Keep coming for treatment. Let me see how far you can reach with that...effort of yours... Prove to me how wrong I was.”

She finished wrapping the bandages, and at the same time, probably finished sorting her thoughts out too.

Vivian stepped back and looked at Isaac with a serious expression in her eyes.

“Your back as you climbed up to the wall...”

Those powerless steps challenging the impossible.

“It left a deep impression on me. In a lot of ways.”

Towards Vivian’s back as she was about to return to her job, Isaac called out to her.

“Hey...”

“Yes?”

“No matter how bad your relationship with your wife has gotten, it’s not strange at all to call her by her pet name, right...?”

“...”

Vivian, who had been looking at Isaac in an awkward posture, sniffled and nodded.

“You... You didn’t listen to a word I said, did you?”

Unfortunately for her, Isaac just didn’t have the leisure to focus on anything else than that.

*   *   *The matter of the Great Colony had been resolved.

The royal family sent supplies to celebrate the occasion, as well as a condolence for the soldiers who had fallen.

For several days after that, the Malidean Wall was in a festive mood as they threw a large banquet for the occasion.

Until the huge bonfire lit in the center of the training ground burned out, everyone except for the minimum number of people on duty could rest comfortably.

They had put in firewood and long-burning fossil fuel; keeping the flames burning non-stop for three days.

It was to the extent that Uldiran had to assign people as sentries as he suspected that there were people who had been adding more firewood to the flames every day just because they wanted to rest more.

Regardless...

The people of the Malidean Wall spent their days in a relaxed atmosphere after the grueling months of hardships. But...

Since the Great Colony had disappeared, that meant time for farewells was also approaching.

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Reconnaissance Team 5 was gathered in one place.

Various dispatched nobles had started to leave, including Meladik Drakemoor.

His family had called him back urgently, so he had to leave without being able to share a few drinks with the rest of the team members.

“Now that I’m actually leaving, everything just feels bittersweet.”

He had come to the North to gain practical experience as a promising talent of the Drakemoor Family.

Not only had he gained abundant practical experience for his age, he had also gained enlightenments in various aspects.

“You’ve worked hard, Meladik.”

“You too, Captain. It feels like just yesterday when I dueled you on the first day.”

“It’s good that you quickly listened to me after I beat you up.”

Meladik shook hands with Silverna, grinning.

After shaking hands with everyone else, he stood in front of Isaac. Unlike with the others, he grasped Isaac’s hand tightly with both of his.

“Thanks to you, I learned so much. Not Drakemoor Swordsmanship, but what Meladik’s sword is. I feel like I’ve opened my eyes because of you.”

He gave Isaac his sincere gratitude for the various advice and lessons he had received.

Isaac smiled and answered.

“Learning isn’t imitating, so don’t confuse the two. Whenever you swing your sword, your sword is the only sword you should swing.”

“Hm?”

“Someone once said that to me. I remember those words so well because it resonated with me.”

“...”

“Remember that you are a Drakemoor. So, don’t try to fit yourself with the name Drakemoor that is in everyone’s mind. After all, the path where you are walking on, is the path of Drakemoor.”

Sniff.

“Damn, the wind...”

Meladik grumbled, pretending the wind had brushed his eyes to hide his welling emotions.

With that...

He left.

Of course, he wasn’t the first dispatched noble who had left. Many among them had left earlier, saying that they were sick of the North, but this was the first time someone from their team left.

Although they had only spent a little over a month together, their hearts felt surprisingly empty.

“That’s what you said to me last time, isn’t it?”

On the way back, after seeing Meladik off...

Silverna, who had quietly approached Isaac, asked.

“You told me not to forget that I’m Cardias.”

He once told her to not be fixated on the Cardias’ Spearmanship, but to embrace the name Cardias and move forward with it.

That advice still remained deep in Silverna’s heart. It was like a catalyst that gave her pride and made her strive more to get stronger.

“So, whose words are that?”

“I read that in a book.”

“A book? What book?”

“Please tell us the title of the book. Any other recommendation would also be good, really. The lady needs to read more books.”

Anna chimed in from the side, leaving Silverna pouting and grumbling, but...

Isaac just laughed helplessly and answered.

“You can’t read it. The book doesn’t exist now.”

Said book was actually...

An autobiography of a certain person.

And at the same time, a will.

“Hmm?”

Silverna didn’t ask any further.

Besides, it wasn’t like she’d read the book even if she got her hands on it.

“Anyway, Father is calling for you.”

“The margrave is?”

“He’s been asking about your condition non-stop.”

Isaac still had a splint and bandages on his right arm.

He was receiving treatment whenever possible, but he hadn’t received healing magic yet.

It was a magic that required a lot of mana, so the mage needed a few more days before she could use it. For now, he had only been receiving simple treatments.

“Is she worried about me?”

“No. Rather than that, he said he wants to beat you up soon.”

“...Because of this?”

Isaac pointed to the silver tachi resembling ice crystals at his waist.

Silverna nodded, crossing her arms and pouting.

“Mhm.”

“U-Um... Silverna? This...”

“This? Say ‘this’ again, I dare you. After I’ve given it a name and all...”

“...”

“What, you don’t like it? If you don’t like it, give it back. I’ll tell Antonio to melt it right away-!”

“Alright! I got it! I got it!”

Isaac cleared his throat with an ‘Ahem‘.

Anna, watching from the side, snickered, and Sharen and Jonathan also glanced over.

As for Rianna, she had already left a while ago.

“Is it because of... ‘Revered and Beautiful Goddess Silveryn’?”

“Yes, that’s right. Me giving you ‘Revered and Beautiful Goddess Silverin’ is no different from giving you Argentite.”

“Um, Silverna? I’m really grateful for this, but... Could you change the name a little?”

“I don’t want to.”

Silverna looked at Isaac with a displeased expression and strode past him.

“No, Silverna. Wait-!”

Watching Isaac hurriedly chase after Silverna, who looked somewhat upset.

Anna inwardly marveled.

Wow, you found his weak point, my lady...

*   *   *The tranquil sunset shining on the Helmont mansion.

On Arandel’s desk lay a letter announcing the North’s victory, laced with all sorts of flowery phrases.

The resolution of the Great Colony, meant that the Sword Dance Festival could proceed without a hitch.

It was a little delayed than planned, but considering the special circumstances of the Great Colony, it was still fortunate that the festival could proceed at all.

“You called for me, Father?”

At that moment, the eldest son, Lohengrin Helmont, entered the room.

With a confident smile, as well as steps that clearly expressed his good mood...

It seemed he too had heard the news that the Great Colony in the North had been vanquished.

“What a fortunate piece of news. And here I was, worried that the Sword Dance Festival might be postponed, but now it can proceed without—“

“You.”

Arandel cut off his words.

Without hesitation, as if he couldn’t bear to hear his voice.

“The thing you are wielding. What is it?”

Straightening his shoulders, standing tall, and with a bright smile full of confidence, Lohengrin answered proudly.

“The Helmont’s sword, Father.”

“...”

Perhaps there was something wrong with his answer.

Arandel’s heavy gaze lingered on him, prompting him to swallow his saliva nervously.

“O-Of course, compared to your sword, Father, I’m still lacking, but—!”

“Haa.”

A short sigh escaped Arandel’s lips.

He then closed his eyes tightly before uttering a brief sentence.

“Don’t become an imitation.”

“...Pardon?”

That was it.

As if declaring that he had nothing more to say, Arandel turned his gaze back to the missive on his deck.

After standing blankly for a while, Lohengrin bowed deeply and left the room.

“What does that even mean?”

Crunch!

He clenched his fist so hard to the point that it wouldn’t be strange if his bones cracked. Then, he muttered with an ugly expression.

“Isn’t Helmont you, Father?”

Burying the frustration in his chest, Lohengrin once again headed out for training.

Tomorrow, his mother would return.

When she returned, he planned to ask her to interpret his father’s incomprehensible heart.

Mother wants me to become the family head. So I will become the family head!