The Son-In-Law Of A Prestigious Household Wants A Divorce-Chapter 105: The Leivice Siblings

“Haha!”

Even in the face of Isaac’s firm response, Rayahn Leivice merely tried to smooth things over with laughter.

“Perhaps I was too hasty in my demands. I should have first told you what I can offer!”

“I told you to get lost. Don’t test my patience any further.”

The line had already been crossed by him. Isaac ground his teeth, suppressing the urge to smash his fist into the man’s face on the spot.

“All right, but at least hear me out. If you help me, I’ll provide a substantial amount of gold. Specifically—”

With a brief, secretive whisper, Rayahn Leivice revealed an amount that could fund another Sword Festival in Helmut.

Even Isaac shuddered for a second, startled.

‘I’ve heard the Leivice family is wealthy, but…’

They were the epitome of affluent nobility. And the sum he proposed was enough to make one’s tongue tie in knots.

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At this point, one couldn’t help but be curious.

“Do you really want Rihanna that badly?”

“Yes, of course. The moment I marry her, I’ll be able to wield influence in Helmut. Though its prestige has fallen, Helmut is still Helmut, is it not?”

“…….”

“Of course, that’s not the only reason.”

Wearing a calm smile, Rayahn Leivice added as if to soothe any concern:

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she? I’ve run into her a few times at banquets, and each time, I realized there’s a reason people call her the ‘Blood Rose.’ If there’s a truly enchanting woman, isn’t it natural for a man to want to take her? Just like you did.”

“If I had a sword at my hip, I’d have drawn it already.”

Though Isaac spoke in a measured but clear warning, Rayahn Leivice just snickered in return.

“Feel free to do so. I doubt I’d be hurt!”

‘I want to kill him.’

It had been a long time since Isaac felt such genuine murderous intent. The only time he could compare it to was when he killed Alois.

It was astounding how quickly someone could become so thoroughly unlikeable.

Seemingly aware of the wasted time, Rayahn Leivice cut to the chase again.

“So, what do you say? Honestly, I believe this deal only benefits Baron Logan, don’t you?”

“…….”

“All I’m asking is for you to tell me what your ex-wife likes. You’d receive a hefty sum for just that! Has there ever been an easier way to make money?”

“…….”

“You really should move into a larger residence, hire more servants. Baronies of common birth often find themselves short on—”

“Let me make one thing clear.”

In a low voice, Isaac stated, with absolute finality, to Rayahn Leivice:

“Treating her so lightly is exactly why you’ll never win her heart.”

“…….”

For the first time, Rayahn Leivice’s smile began to fade.

He was a swordsman who always looked for his opponent’s weaknesses. Perhaps that habit was working in this conversation, too.

Rayahn Leivice’s gaze wavered momentarily, then he gave a hollow chuckle.

“H… haha… I’m learning something, it seems.”

Maybe as a last show of noble decorum, he bowed slowly and took his leave.

“Rayahn Leivice.”

Isaac called out again, making him turn around.

“Hm?”

Facing him, Isaac gave him the middle finger once more.

“I still haven’t cooled off.”

“Hah…!”

Without another word, Rayahn Leivice stepped out of the garden.

Rayahn Leivice of House Leivice.

From what Isaac knew, he was another man who would eventually die fighting the Transcendents.

It happened around the time Arandel died from illness, and the Transcendents began appearing throughout the kingdom.

He had reportedly played quite a large role in helping to stabilize the internal chaos back then.

‘I never imagined he’d be like this.’

Indeed, you only truly know a person once you meet them.

Still seething, Isaac headed inside.

He’d just returned from the Brentarion Kingdom less than a day ago, and his head was already throbbing.

Passing by Karen as she cleaned the hallway, he spoke:

“Karen, I’m exhausted. I’ll be sleeping for a while.”

“Yes, understood!”

Isaac lay down on the bed in his room, closing his eyes, still dwelling on what Rayahn Leivice had said.

‘I suppose it makes sense…’

Rihanna was the head of House Helmut.

A woman alone can’t remain so forever.

She’d have to marry again, at some point.

For some reason, that thought left Isaac in a rather uneasy mood, causing him to toss and turn in a fitful sleep.

* * *

“Mmm.”

Isaac woke again around the time it had grown dark outside. One of the best things about his young body was that most of his fatigue vanished after a bit of sleep. He didn’t even need to fumble for a cane when getting up anymore.

‘Youth really is wonderful.’

Muttering like an old man, Isaac headed to the dining room. By now, Karen was likely off duty; he figured he’d just have some water on his own. But—

“…….”

“Oh, you’re awake!”

Inside the dining room, two people were sitting and chatting. One of them was Karen.

“Karen, you still haven’t left for the day?”

“Haha, I wanted to wait until the baron woke up.”

Standing from her seat, Karen introduced the woman sitting across from her.

“This is Lady Marlin from House Leivice. She’s come to see you.”

“House Leivice? She’s here for me?”

It dawned on him that she must have been waiting for him to wake. A bit taken aback, Isaac nodded toward Karen.

“All right. You should get going now—I’m sure your fiancé must be worried.”

“Got it! I’ll be off, then.”

With a playful salute, Karen left.

The lady introduced as Marlin rose to her feet, slowly.

“Let me introduce myself again. I’m Marlin of House Leivice.”

“I’m Baron Isaac Logan. You needn’t have waited for me; you could’ve just woken me up.”

“I heard my older brother was terribly discourteous to you. So at least on my part, I wanted to show proper respect.”

“…You’re quite different from him.”

She had the same blue-green hair and eyes as Rayahn Leivice, but her demeanor seemed the complete opposite.

“I’m here to offer an apology. I heard my brother caused you considerable offense, so I’ve come in person.”

With that, Marlin produced a small money pouch from her belongings.

“It’s not much, but please accept it.”

“……”

One look at the money pouch, and Isaac heaved an inward sigh.

“If it were something that money could fix, I wouldn’t even be angry.”

Accepting it would only make him feel cheap. Besides, thanks to Princess Clarice, he wasn’t exactly hurting for money these days.

“……”

Without a word, Marlin quietly put the pouch back. Yet she remained standing there, saying nothing.

“Um… is there some other reason you’re still here?”

When Isaac gently prompted her to explain, Marlin replied in a short, unwavering tone:

“I need to earn your forgiveness.”

“…….”

“What must I do?”

Her succinct, unreadable responses bordered on curt. At first, Isaac found it rather off-putting. But the longer he looked at her, the more someone else came to mind—this wasn’t just his imagination.

“Haha”

He gave an involuntary chuckle.

“…….”

Marlin’s eyes widened for a moment, then she spoke again in a flat tone:

“Is something funny?”

“You remind me of someone I know. That’s all—nothing serious.”

Marlin fell silent once more, perhaps accepting his explanation. She still seemed intent on making amends in some way.

“Are you going to just stand there forever?”

“My older brother, the heir of House Leivice, has behaved rudely. As his younger sister, I need to fix his mistake.”

“…….”

“…….”

Silence fell again between them.

‘She really does resemble someone…’

Like that other person, she was strikingly beautiful, and rather tight-lipped. If not for the different hair color, she’d be the spitting image of that someone. With that thought, Isaac came up with an idea of what he wanted from her.

“In that case… would you show me your Mystic sword?”

He had read about the Leivice family’s Mystic Sword, but had never actually seen it. The texts were complicated enough that only seeing it in person would help him understand.

‘This is perfect.’

Eyes shining, Isaac made his request, and Marlin, who had been staring at him blankly, rose from her seat.

“You’re satisfied with just seeing my sword?”

“Yes. That’ll be enough.”

“……”

It wasn’t what she had expected. After a moment’s pause, Marlin admitted:

“I didn’t bring my blade today, so I can’t show you right now.”

“Ah…”

Isaac couldn’t hide his disappointment, sighing deeply. Seeing his genuine reaction, Marlin continued:

“I heard you’ll be heading north on assignment. If the opportunity arises on the journey, I’ll show it to you then.”

“Would you consider sparring as well?”

“……That can be arranged.”

“That’s great. Really great. I’m looking forward to it.”

Isaac happily offered his hand for a handshake. Marlin glanced at it, then clasped it calmly.

“You’re… a strange one.”

* * *

The next morning.

An early visitor arrived at Isaac’s estate. If it were anyone else, they might have grumbled about such an absurdly early call, rubbing sleepy eyes.

But Isaac was already awake, having finished his morning training, taken a bath, and settled in to do some writing—another part of his never-ending project: a book about his swordsmanship.

Every time he wielded his blade, there seemed to be something new he wanted to add.

“You’re writing that again?”

The person who arrived was none other than Princess Clarice. Her escort, Heyrad, stood in the garden wearing a gentle smile. He seemed noticeably more relaxed compared to how he had been when they visited Brentarion before.

“…Your Highness,” Isaac greeted, albeit stiffly.

Recently, he found Princess Clarice somewhat off-putting—enough that he’d been avoiding conversation with her. On their return trip, he had even insisted on riding in a different carriage.

“I came to talk to Isaac about something,” she said.

Today, however, her expression was serious. This made Isaac slightly more comfortable, so he asked:

“What is it?”

“It’s regarding the northern dispatch. You know we’re leaving in two days, yes?”

“Yes, I’m aware.”

He hadn’t even fully unpacked his bags; he’d been busy repacking them for the next journey.

“Well, there’s a bit of an issue. I wouldn’t call it a big problem, but I wouldn’t say it’s small either.”

“What do you mean?”

When Isaac tilted his head in confusion, Princess Clarice exhaled and explained:

“There’s a group of young nobles—well, they’re all older than me, but that’s beside the point—”

“……”

“They’ve formed something called the Pure Flow Association. And they’re starting to cause some trouble.”

“I’ve heard of the Pure Flow Association. But trouble… how?”

“Well… I guess you could say they’re underestimating the enemy. They’re not taking the current situation seriously at all.”

“…How is that even possible?”

The Malidan Barrier in the north had collapsed.

Monsters were moving south, and the Transcendents could appear at any moment.

The kingdom was facing an unprecedented crisis.

“That’s precisely the problem. Since none of them—not a single one—has actually battled the Transcendents, they don’t grasp the danger.”

“That’s—”

Isaac nearly protested, then paused.

He ended up nodding without meaning to.

“So that’s it?”

When he thought about it:

Thanks to his knowledge from the past, Isaac had been able to preemptively thwart or eliminate many Transcendent threats.

The Blackthorn subjugation had mostly been Arandel’s solo effort, causing almost no collateral damage (except the final moment).

The terrorism in Evergarde with Alois had ended as a diversion with no real casualties.

Even attempts by “Patrons” to infiltrate the nobility were completely quashed by Princess Adeline, thanks to intel Isaac had gathered in Bolten.

Most incidents had been prevented before they could blow up—or at least kept to a minimum.

“Because of that, they’re looking down on the Transcendents.”

“Ah…”

A side effect of the foreknowledge granted by his time-loop:

None of the events had truly escalated, which made the nobles grow complacent.

“But the Malidan Barrier is gone. Surely they can’t just ignore that—”

“That’s exactly it. The Pure Flow Association, not knowing how dangerous magic or rituals can be, refuses to believe that the barrier has vanished.”

“……”

“They’re treating it like some conspiracy theory or propaganda… Ugh, honestly—if I’m being frank…”

Princess Clarice held her head in her hands, sighing.

“If I didn’t know about rituals and the Transcendents, and someone suddenly told me the Malidan Barrier vanished overnight? I wouldn’t believe it either. Who would?”

Calling someone gullible or a conspiracy theorist for believing such a story wasn’t entirely unjustified, and Isaac couldn’t deny it outright.

“That’s why I want you to knock some sense into them. Even if they’re a bunch of spoiled nobles, I’d rather they not throw their lives away.”

“I see what you mean.”

“Great. Then—”

“One thing, Princess: Is Rayahn Leivice also a member of this Pure Flow Association?”

“He’s their ringleader. Ugh, the man is insufferable.”

“Perfect opportunity, then.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. I accept your request.”

At Isaac’s nonchalant agreement, Princess Clarice clapped her hands together with a bright smile.

“Great! Then let’s move on to something more… constructive. I was wondering if holding the ceremony at the Evergarde church would be okay? Of course, if you’d prefer to do it in your hometown, that’s fine, too.”

“……”

Such a sudden change of topic—but Isaac had grown almost accustomed to this by now.

This behavior of Princess Clarice was exactly why he’d been avoiding her lately.

“It doesn’t have to be grand. We can keep it small and simple. You’d like that, right?”

“…Your Highness.”

“Call me Clarice, darling.”

“…Princess, please.”

“Yes, my love?”

“Prin… cess!”

“Kya-ha-ha!”

Princess Clarice burst into laughter as if it were all so amusing, then jumped up from her seat.

“Apologies! I guess I’m just too talented in so many fields, and romance happens to be one of them!”

She said this with a playful wink, striking a charming pose she’d once practiced to seduce Prince Raphael.

“Heyrad, help meee…!”

Panicked, Isaac looked to where Heyrad stood in the garden.

Heyrad only scratched at his nose with one finger, watching on in silent amusement.

– – The End of The Chapter ––

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