Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce?

va and said,

 

“I, in the past, made a deal with the 2nd Prince.”

 

“What?!”

 

This time, Sylvester shouted.

 

He groaned, pointing at his forehead.

 

“Oh, my head is spinning.
I should take medicine when I go back to the mansion.”

 

Sylvester pressed hard near his temple and frowned. 

 

“So, what kind of deal did you make?”

 

“That’s.”

 

I breathed heavily and spoke in a very small voice.

 

“I got a witch’s magic circle.”

 

“Ophelia!”

 

If it weren’t for this in a running carriage, Sylvester would have jumped up.

 

I thought it was fortunate that I was in the carriage.

 

Whoo. 

 

“At that time, I was like that.
I wanted to be strong.”

 

Sylvester narrowed his eyes. 

 

“Is that why you suddenly became stronger?”

 

“Yes, but this is a secret.
I told him that I failed.”

 

“You’re crazy.”

 

Sylvester sighed, still rubbing his temples.

 

“Tell me more.”

 

“Yes.”

 

I carefully continued to speak.

 

“He asked me for a price.
It’s a price for the magic circle.”

 

“That’s right.
So what is it?

 

“He told me to kill His Highness the Crown Prince.”

 

Sylvester looked like he was expecting it.

 

“I can’t do that.”

 

I shook my head in a hurry.

 

“My goal was to live in peace and comfort.
Now he wants me to join such a scary event? I can’t.
Never.”

 

“When did you try to kill the Countess—”

 

“Ah, it was then and now it’s now!”

 

I shouted backwards.
And grabbed Sylvester’s hand.

 

“So I want you to help me.”

 

Sylvester laughed in vain as if he was dumbfounded.

 

“You’ve done everything on your own.
Do you want me to help you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I’m going crazy.”

 

He clicked his tongue and touched his forehead with his fingertips.

 

“This woman.
Why did you do that?”

 

“Did I know it was going to be like this?”

 

And it was something I didn’t know in the first place!

 

What do you want me to do with the original Ophelia! 

 

I wanted to shout, but I endured it because I couldn’t disclose this.

 

Silence subsided for a moment.

 

Sylvester was deep in thought.

 

How much silence did we have?

 

By the time I began to get a little nervous, Sylvester opened his mouth.

 

“I have something to get from the 2nd Prince.”

 

He sighed quietly and said.

 

“It’s something I must get.
That’s why I can’t betray the 2nd Prince.”

 

“Then what should I do?”

 

“That doesn’t mean I’ll ask you to kill the Crown Prince.  because you’ve never killed anyone—.
Probably.” 

 

What do you mean ‘probably’?

 

Can’t you trust your wife, Sylvester?

 

I opened my mouth because I was speechless.

 

What was really absurd was next.

 

“I’ll kill the Crown Prince.
Is that good?”

 

Oh my. 

 

I got my face in my hands.

 

“You can’t!”

 

And then I shouted.

 

“You can’t! Never!”

 

If this continues, it will really go like the original. 

 

What’s the original version?

 

Sylvester and I are both killed!

 

I had to stop that!

 

“What are you going to do if you die!”

 

“I’m not going to die.”

 

“You’re going to die!”

 

I closed my eyes and shouted.

 

“You could die at my hands!”

 

“….”

 

Silence came.

 

Oh, I wasn’t going to say this, but I said it again.

 

I looked at Sylvester’s slowly opening lips.

 

“You’re going to kill me?”

 

“…Yes.”

 

I continued to talk slowly.

 

“I know how to kill you.”

 

“How?”

 

“Mana rush.
His Highness may know that.”

 

Sylvester’s sigh deepened.
He twisted his bangs and stretched out his long legs.
Press his forehead with his fingertips as if he still has a headache.

 

“You mean, he can make you do that.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

Sylvester laughed in vain.
He clicked his tongue and raised his eyes obliquely.

 

“Yeah, then what’s your choice?”

 

“What choice?”

 

“I’m asking if you want to kill me or kill Callian.”

 

“I’m not going to kill either of you! Why did you say such a scary thing!”

 

Sylvester’s eyebrows frowned when I shouted.
He asked me.

 

“Then what are you going to do?”

 

“So I asked for your help.”

 

I held Sylvester’s hand tight.

 

“I’m going to screw the 2nd Prince.”

 

“Screw?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I answered with a determined nod.

 

“If he’s afraid of me, he won’t be able to threaten me anymore.”

 

In my words, Sylvester’s lips went up drawing lines.

 

“Really, my wife is—”

 

Sylvester stroked my hair slowly and said.

 

“You’re really bad.”

 

Then he gently kissed the tip of my hair and lifted his eyes.

 

“That’s why I like you more.”

 

Ah. 

 

Confession even in this situation.

 

Sylvester is really amazing.