Fernan's clear face began to crack slowly. I had a gut feeling that something was definitely wrong.
Now, with an expression she had never seen before, Yulia was only uttering unexpected words.
Fernan, who was trying to figure out what had happened to her, quickly captured the shaky expression on her face.
With his indifferent face exposed, he frowned slowly.
"I am the one who decides whether to end this marriage or not."
His still eyes stared intently at Yulia.
"I'm sorry, but you don't have a choice."
"… … ."
In response to the unexpected reaction, Yulia's calm face gradually cracked.
He had no idea why he was suddenly doing this. His mind was full of doubts.
"… You're going to divorce me someday. So, doesn't that always matter?"
Yulia, who looked directly into Fernan's eyes, tried to understand his inner feelings.
But nothing was revealed on the cool face.
Fernan looked down at her silently, then took off my coat and put it around her shoulder slowly.
As she shrugged, a low voice rang in her ear.
"Why are you doing this all of a sudden?"
"that… That's what I want to ask."
Unfamiliarly touching the large clothes that were draped over her shoulders, Yulia tried to make her voice as calm as possible.
"You always said I was annoying."
No matter how much I approached and tried to clear up the misunderstanding, he never gave me a single piece of my heart.
He couldn't bear his cold gaze any longer. Getting hurt was enough until now.
Julia, who lowered her gaze deeply, continued.
"So, I will do whatever you want. Divorce and get out of this castle... ."
At that moment, Fernando reached out to her face.
Yulia, who swallowed the words behind her hand to gently remove the gauze on her cheek, hurriedly covered her face.
Fernando grabbed her hand as if it were taking her and pulled her towards me.
"… ah!"
The distance between the two of them narrowed in an instant, and a faint life appeared in Fernan's eyes looking down at her.
The scars on the cheeks that were raised in red were most likely traces of someone scratching their hands.
He muttered lowly, gently wiping her face down with a sad blue gaze.
"Say it. Who is this?"
Yulia avoided her gaze with a puzzled expression.
"… That's not what's important right now."
"If you don't want to tell me, I'll figure it out myself."
Fernan, who had left behind Julia, moved quickly.
Even by interrogating everyone in the castle, I was going to find out what kind of fucking bastard it was.
Julia stared blankly at him as he was moving away for a moment, then followed after him.
Tak, a slender hand grabbing his arm stopped him just then.
"Don't question the strict people. Users are not like that."
"Then who else did that?"
Fernan didn't show any expression on his face, but veins spurted out of his powerful jaw.
Without noticing that figure, Yulia simply asked with complicated eyes.
"If you say… What are you going to do?"
Julia bit her lower lip and muttered a little.
"I'm hurt, what's so important to your Majesty?"
I couldn't quite understand this situation. The reason why he avoids talking about divorce and why he is so sensitive.
It was strange that he only cared about such things.
On a subject I hate.
He said he'd do whatever he wanted, but now I've decided to break up with him completely.
Even at this moment, when things didn't go my way, Julia got a little angry.
"you… ."
Fernando paused, as if tolerating something, then opened his mouth again.
"I'm angry that you got hurt."
"why?"
Julia's eyes were straight as always. The morning sun began to rise gradually behind her.
She received the dim light and filled Fernan's eyes.
I was angry with her at this moment, but at the same time, I wanted to hold her in my arms.
Fernando lowered his gaze, narrowing his brow as if he could not handle the rising emotions.
"… Damn it."
He muttered a little and took his steps away as if he was running away. Yulia looked at him confusedly as he moved away.
Caressing only the cloak that had been left on her shoulder, she stood still for a long time.
* * *
"Fortunately, the wound is almost healed now."
Melissa sighed in relief. The scar on Julia's cheek was now only faintly left.
Yulia said it was a wound she bumped into somewhere, but Melissa didn't seem to believe it that much.
"Sir, do you have anything else to bring?"
"Yeah, all you need is this."
Julia slightly lifted the pendant hanging from her neck.
Today, she was planning to visit the Temple of Illion where Matthew is located.
I was worried that it might be bothering him, but Matthew was the only one she could turn to for help.
He believed that Matthew would surely solve this confusing and complicated situation. It was an instinctive belief.
After that day, Julia visited Fernan several more times. But only a firm answer came from him.
'I have no intention of giving up on a divorce, so it would be better to give up.'
I was the one who was desperate to get a divorce from the beginning, so why did I change my mind now?
I already have another woman. On the subject that even the woman and her husband knew. How much do you mean to fool me? .
Julia, who came out of the room with a gloomy expression, glanced at the knight who was standing in front of the door for some reason.
"What's going on?"
The knight politely respectfully answered her question.
"Your Highness has commanded you to stay by His Majesty's side."
Julia, who was staring blankly at the knight, asked curiously.
"Why all of a sudden such an order… ."
"It was an order to put an immediate action on anyone who tried to harm His Majesty."
Julia stood there with a questionable face and then passed the knight without saying a word.
Thanks to what I had spoken to the driver in advance, as soon as I left the entrance, the carriage was standing right there.
Yulia, who was about to get on the carriage as it was, sighed and looked back.
It was because of the fact that the article standing behind him, as if it was natural, was annoying and inconvenient.
"Are you going to keep following me?"
"Yes, my lord Rain."
Yulia, who had hardened her expression at the firm answer, got on the carriage without saying a word.
After a certain amount of time had passed since the carriage left, Julia opened the window slightly.
A knight on horseback, running close to the carriage, immediately caught my eye.
It was frustrating because it felt like I was being watched, but I couldn't ask the driver anyway. Because that knight is just following orders.
Julia gently lowered the screen on one side of the window.
I had never received anything like an escort before. So I had no idea it was so tiring to have someone chasing after me.
* * *
in the mansion's office. Behind the desk cluttered with papers, Fernan stood still, contemplating.
'On that day, there was only one guest, Marquis Elodi, who visited the Grand Siege Castle.'
Fernan remembered Bennett's words and broke the quill he was holding.
Given the circumstances, it was highly likely that the wounds on Julia's face were caused by the Marquis.
It would be okay to tear it apart and kill it right away, but the question of why the Marquis did such a thing to my daughter has not been resolved.
Obviously, the Marquis was a father who loved Julia terribly. At least he always behaved like that in Fernan's eyes.
As she wrapped herself around her forehead and was immersed in thought, Yulia's voice naturally came to mind.
'We're getting a divorce.'
At the same time, as his red, swollen cheeks surfaced, an uncontrollable anger erupted.
"… damn it."
Fernan, who had struggled to suppress his seething anger, raised his head at the sound of the door being opened.
Lloyd entered the office, bowed in silence, and reported.
"Your Majesty, as you have ordered, we have found some employees who have worked in the former marquis, but… ."
Lloyd's speech was blurred with a hint of hesitation.
"I met the daughter of a doctor who worked for the Marquis a long time ago, and if you put her words together… Apparently, the rain is not the rebirth of the original wife."