The Son-In-Law Of A Prestigious Household Wants A Divorce-Chapter 111: Reclaiming the North

Reclaiming the North.

As citizens of the Albion Kingdom, perhaps this is a phrase they never even imagined.

After all, they had the vantage of watching the Malidan Barrier stand firm.

Caldias, known as the Guardian of the North, and the Malidan Barrier exuded such overwhelming majesty.

Because of that, the army’s atmosphere as it advanced northward felt somewhat unsettled.

It was as if they still couldn’t believe that their barrier and that great household had vanished without a trace.

In contrast, Isaac felt a surge of emotion.

Reclaiming the North.

‘What a stirring phrase that is.’

In his previous life, once the Malidan Barrier was breached, he couldn’t even get close to the north.

The tides of war were that unfavorable. Each day, they were forced to fall back, unable to even dream of something like “reclaiming.”

‘I won’t surrender anything to you this time.’

Who knows what trick was used to seize the north, but there was no way Caldias would have withdrawn so easily.

Isaac still believed that Silverna was fighting somewhere out there.

“Up ahead! A horde of monsters! Shield-bearers, form ranks in front! Archers, get to the rear!”

Sir Eisenwolf imbued his voice with mana and shouted upon spotting the monster horde.

At the old knight’s command, the soldiers bustled forward in a hurried but orderly manner.

They were proceeding along a route that passed through various villages.

With the Malidan Barrier gone, the people of the nearby villages had fled.

In other words, these villages were now empty—perfect for monster hordes that hunt in packs, seeking places to den or scavenging leftover food.

It was suspected that each village might be serving as a nest for these monsters.

Isaac was stationed with the left-wing cavalry.

Thanks to the Princess, who had gifted him Ravenfall, he found himself among their ranks.

Of course, a longsword wasn’t exactly the most suitable weapon to wield while mounted, but that was the situation.

Beside him was the Grandmaster, who had gone to visit her disciple, Damien, the day before.

She hadn’t said much about what they discussed.

‘If grandmaster decided such, then so be it.’

Isaac was content to leave it at that.

If Damien had betrayed them in the end in his previous life, then in this life—where that situation might not arise—he might never betray them at all.

“Yaaawn, this is so boring.”

The Grandmaster was also mounted on a horse given to her by the Princess.

She alone was riding in a rather peculiar manner, seated cross-legged.

Even as the horse moved, her balance never wavered. It was an almost uncanny display of skill.

The cavalry looked on in fascination or frowned at what they considered frivolous behavior.

But everyone had seen her singlehandedly obliterate the Pure Flow Association.

No one dared treat the Grandmaster lightly.

“Aren’t we going to charge?”

“That’s correct. The cavalry is an expensive unit, after all. We’ll only move out when it’s time to hunt the monsters entrenched in the villages.”

“Tsk, if I’d known it would be like this, I would have joined the infantry.”

Just getting a horse to move costs a hefty sum. If the horse were to be injured while hunting monsters nearby, it would be a direct loss of force.

In the calculus of warfare, a horse’s life is treated more preciously than a human’s.

In any case, from a strategic standpoint, the cavalry is not a force to be used recklessly.

“The northward march will proceed in two phases. Essentially, the real mop-up happens in the second phase.”

“The second phase? Huh, I must not have caught that part properly since I stepped out yesterday.”

“In the first phase, we’ll break straight through to where the Malidan Barrier was. That’s our current job.”

It’s like breaking through a gate: capturing each village as we go until we reach the Malidan Barrier.

“Once we arrive, we’ll assess the situation and rebuild the front line. Even if it’s just with a wooden palisade, we’ll put up a temporary defense.”

“Mmm.”

Interested, the Grandmaster took out a rolled leaf of tobacco and placed it in her mouth.

At this point, the monster horde was already being wiped out.

“By the time the second-phase reinforcements arrive, we’ll have a wide formation set up, so we can trap the monsters left inside and finish them off.”

“A hammer-and-anvil tactic. Quite standard.”

The plan was summarized succinctly.

There’s no need for intricate maneuvers or elaborate tactics against these monsters.

Something simple yet effective works best on the battlefield.

“Did you manage to talk things out with Rihanna?”

She glanced at Isaac out of the corner of her eye.

Clearly curious, the Grandmaster prodded him, sounding playful.

“Well, we talked, somewhat.”

“Hoho, so the knot that was in your eyes has disappeared.”

“What knot?”

“There’s no need to hide it from me. Meeting one’s ex-wife can be quite a burden.”

“… ….”

“And Helmut was on the right wing, correct? You may run into him on the way?”

“Hah, as if that would ever happen.”

****

A few hours later, the Grandmaster flashed Isaac a knowing smile, claiming her prediction had come true.

Isaac pretended not to notice, pulling tighter on Ravenfall’s reins to pick up speed.

They were at Yandes Village, a place that once brought back memories of confronting the transcendent race known as Nortemus.

Once again, the village had turned into a battlefield.

“Left wing! Right wing! Now!”

Cavalry units poured in from both the left and right sides of Yandes Village.

They maintained enough distance to avoid colliding with each other, but—

The monsters were trampled under hooves, pierced by spears and swords, falling without any proper resistance.

Among the right-wing cavalry, Isaac spotted a familiar redhead.

Leading the charge was Rihanna, wielding a greatsword.

For a brief moment, their eyes seemed to meet, but Isaac feigned ignorance and rode on.

“Hehehe.”

Meanwhile, someone had no qualms about being obvious.

Sharen even waved a hand to greet Isaac and the Grandmaster.

Her carefree smile gave no hint of being in the midst of a monster skirmish.

After the left and right wings swept through with a single charge, the infantry moved in to secure the area.

Just like that, the monsters occupying Yandes Village were taken down with surprising ease.

“Rest up! We’re camping here tonight!”

They had encountered three mid-sized monster hordes so far.

Including the large horde that had seized Yandes Village, that made four.

Though their progress wasn’t as fast as one might expect, considering the low difficulty of each battle, they were advancing steadily.

“The commander is retiring once this is done, right? That must be why he’s so calm and doesn’t push too far. Under normal circumstances, we’d already be pressing on to the next village.”

While Isaac helped set up the tents for the night, the Grandmaster commented offhandedly. Isaac replied with a laugh:

“He’s a veteran, so he knows our real goal isn’t just reaching Malidan but holding out once we’re there, building a proper outpost. So he’s pacing us.”

“Hoho, I might be well-versed in swordsmanship, but war itself seems to be a different beast. That’s an interesting perspective.”

“In my past life, the Grandmaster never took up a commander’s baton—you just carved open a path with your sword.”

“Aye, that was always my only real talent. In that sense, it’s a shame our warhorses aren’t being fully utilized.”

The Grandmaster slipped into the tent Isaac had just set up and lay down, muttering to herself.

Because if she were to swing that massive blade of hers with any real force, the warhorse wouldn’t be able to bear it and would keel over, she couldn’t just swing it freely.

“On the other hand, Helmut is quite remarkable. Charging in with Red aura as a barding. Their aura truly seems useful in so many ways.”

“And why, exactly, are you lying there?”

“Could it be that Helmut even has the strongest horse?!”

“...”

“Ahem, just joking around. Don’t you miss Sharen?”

Embarrassed, the Grandmaster turned onto her side, wagging her tail playfully. It was a clear sign she was teasing.

“I asked why you’re lying there.”

When Isaac entered the tent and shook her shoulder, the Grandmaster replied with her eyes closed:

“The grandmaster is sleeping.”

“…”

“Since when does a useless disciple disturb the master’s rest?”

“Please get up.”

“If you came to carry me off—like bossam—you may try again later. I might consider it.”

“Get up, please.”

“Stop shaking me. It’s making me dizzy. By the way, did something big happen in this tent? The male scent in here is quite strong.”

“What the—?!”

“Haha, it’s just a joke. I thought I’d tease my disciple who always goes around with that grim face saying, ‘Transcendent race, kill all Transcendents. I’ll kill them all.’”

“When did I ever say that all the time…?”

Just then, Isaac sensed someone approaching the tent from outside. When he glanced over, there stood an unexpected figure.

“Rihanna?”

“…….”

She said nothing, simply staring into the tent. Her gaze locked onto the Grandmaster, who lay there.

“My, she looks ready to skewer someone.”

With those words, the Grandmaster’s tail furtively wrapped around Isaac’s arm, as if to say he was hers.

“What brings you here? We’re, as you can see, a bit...busy.”

Rihanna took a moment to steady her breathing and then calmly responded,

“Please refrain from such behavior while you’re in this unit. A disorderly battalion leads to a drop in discipline.”

“But how could one simply deny the call of passion between a man and a woman? The scariest bonds are forged in bed, they say.”

Crack.

Something snapped with a brittle sound—whatever it was, it definitely came from Rihanna’s direction.

“You’re disrespecting the other soldiers. If you are a soldier, you must abide by your duties and control yourselves.”

“Then should I cover my mouth like this? Or perhaps pressing our lips together would help us keep quiet.”

The Grandmaster covered her mouth playfully with both hands. At that, Rihanna’s eyes trembled, and she clenched her fists, seemingly against her will.

“Grandmaster, please stop.”

With a sigh, Isaac rose and stepped out of the tent. In response, the Grandmaster offered him a subtle wink.

He could guess what she was thinking.

‘She’s telling me not to shrink back in front of my ex-wife.’

That he’s doing just fine without her. Her excessive banter, even spouting bawdy jokes—clearly intended to boost his confidence.

‘But that was a bit much.’

After all, Rihanna still couldn’t tear her eyes away from the tent.

“What’s going on?” Isaac asked.

“…The commander called for the young nobles. Seems the Pure Flow Association members proposed we press forward faster.”

‘She’s still looking.’

Rihanna was still glaring at the tent, unable to look away.

“So, he wants our input, but by the sound of it, he’s probably going to scold them.”

“He’s not really ‘seeking opinions’ so much as planning to dish out a lecture, huh?”

“He’s retiring soon, so he probably wants to say his piece before he goes.”

“Rihanna?”

Isaac waved a hand in front of her face. Finally, she tore her gaze from the tent.

“…Let’s go.”

They headed toward the officers’ command tent, with Isaac walking behind Rihanna.

“Um, Isaac…?”

“I noticed your speech pattern is back to the old way.”

“…!”

Rihanna froze momentarily but then continued walking.

“Ba-Baron Logan, I’m aware I shouldn’t interfere in your personal affairs…”

“… ….”

“However, we are in a military setting. Such behavior can breed disorder and lower morale among the troops.”

“… ….”

“So please… just exercise some restraint.”

If—

“If—if you really can’t hold back, then… y-you can come to—”

“Uh—”

“Really?!”

Startled, Rihanna swung her head around to look at Isaac. But he was gazing up at the sky, not at her.

“Uh—?”

A crack spread across the night sky.

Something was falling from above.

Noticing Isaac’s alarmed expression, Rihanna too stiffened and followed his line of sight.

Whatever it was landed near the officers’ tent. The creature looked around in confusion, baring its fangs—clearly unsure why it was here.

It was almost comical.

Isaac recognized that face.

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A sleek canine muzzle.

A body packed with tough, utilitarian muscle.

Blood-red eyes that suggested nothing but carnage.

“Heukgyeon*…?”

He found himself murmuring the name, and the beast seemed to hear it, turning its gaze toward him.

Gripping the sword at his waist, Isaac said to Rihanna,

“Alert everyone. He’s from the Primitive Transcendents Race.”

In response, the black hound—Heukgyeon—charged straight at them.

‘A hunting dog with no leash.’

In his previous life, one of these Primitive Transcendents had wreaked havoc across various battlefields.

Isaac frantically drew his longsword to meet the beast’s claws head-on.

– – The End of The Chapter ––

[TL: Heukgyeon 흑견 – This literally means “Black Dog” and used it here as a name.

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