Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce? Chapter 156 - Side story 9

Author: rolypoly

“It’s been a while.” 

 

Not long after I possessed this body, I visited the west annex. 

 

At that time, Sylvester showed up furious and kicked me out. 

 

‘Of course, he’d still kick me out if he saw me now.’

 

He acted as if loving me and allowing my actions were two different things. 

 

He was always so shameless.

 

‘Not that I’m in any position to talk, though.’

 

Anyway, I had to hurry and search the annex before Sylvester possibly came looking for me. 

 

With that thought in mind, I grabbed the hem of my dress and quickly ascended the hall’s staircase. 

 

‘Come to think of it, there was a portrait of Mother right in the middle.’

 

I looked around, trying to recall the memory of what I had seen before. However, the painting was nowhere to be found. 

 

Instead, a deep purple velvet curtain was drawn over the spot where the painting had been. As I approached and gently pulled back the curtain, I could see the painting inside. 

 

‘It seems like it was covered up right after I saw it.’

 

If you dislike it that much, you could just take the painting down and throw it away, but you didn’t. 

 

So now it’s clear.

 

That Sylvester holds his mother in a corner of his heart. 

 

I thought back to what he said last night.

 

– Mother used her power in exchange for my love.

 

– So I had to love her. No matter what she did to me or what she said, I had to endure it. II had to love her, without exception.

 

It’s not that what she did was right.

 

She did something she shouldn’t have done to her child.

 

But…

 

– I loved him.

 

What she said didn’t feel like a lie.

 

So this is what I think.

 

Perhaps she was just lacking in expression. Maybe she was someone who didn’t know how to convey her feelings. That’s what I think…

 

‘So let’s look for it.’

 

Here, the western annex is the place where Sylvester’s mother lived. 

 

So if I search thoroughly, there might be a diary or some records she left behind, right? 

 

‘First, I’ll search the bedroom…’

 

I slowly stepped into the second floor hallway. 

 

Not long after, I saw a large door with a fancy pattern, unlike the other rooms. This must have been the bedroom. I slowly turned the doorknob. 

 

Kiiiiek—.

 

The door opened with a creepy sound, as if it wasn’t greased.

 

“Cough!”

 

Perhaps because of the sudden change in air, the dust that had accumulated in the room floated in all directions. I wiped my blurry vision with my hand and quickly opened the window. 

 

I had sensed it from the hall, but it seemed that this place hadn’t been maintained at all. It felt like the building had just been left to stand as it was, with no care given to it. 

 

‘The furniture inside is all still here…’

 

The bed, sofa, and desk were all intact. Although they were covered in dust, they remained just as they had been when they were last used. 

 

What on earth was Sylvester thinking when he kept this place?

 

I can’t dare to guess what he was thinking, but whatever it was, it was true that I felt sorry. My heart ached. 

 

‘No. Let’s come to our senses.’

 

I needed to move quickly, as much as I pitied Sylvester. Only then could I find a way to comfort him, in some way or another. 

 

‘Should I be relieved that all the furniture is still here as it was?’

 

I sat at the desk and opened the drawer. Unfortunately, it was completely empty. 

 

‘There’s no way I could find it this easily.’

 

I muttered as I searched every nook and cranny, including the side table of the sofa and the closet. But I couldn’t find anything. 

 

Perhaps she was someone who disliked keeping records… no, she might have been a demon….?

 

Still, I thought I should search thoroughly just in case, so I approached the nightstand next to the bed one last time. 

 

‘Now that I think about it, I also need to find the magic circle.’

 

There should be a magic circle to summon his mother, right?  

 

There were more than a few things I had to find. 

 

‘I’ll make sure to remind Sylvester of this later.’

 

You know, I went through all this for you while carrying this pregnancy, right? 

 

I opened the table, excitedly thinking about what I could get in return for the show.

 

“Huh?”

 

I excitedly pondered what I could get in return for my efforts as I opened the small table.

 

“Huh?” 

 

As soon as I did, I saw a notebook.

 

Eureka!

 

I hurriedly lifted the notebook. Unfortunately, it had a small lock on it.

 

I tried to force it open, but it seemed like there was some kind of magic, so no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn’t work. Ugh. 

 

‘Still, finding it is something!’

 

I should take it and figure out a way to open it. I got up with my eyes sparkling.

 

It was then.

 

“…Oh?”

 

In addition to the notebook, there was a faded letter left inside the drawer. The letter was not enchanted, so I could easily open the envelope. 

 

‘I feel bad about peeping.’

 

Still… I guess I’ll have to close my eyes and do it for Sylvester. 

 

I tried to ignore my guilty conscience and took out the letter.

 

[To my beloved Angela.]

 

Angela…I tried to recall the words written under his mother’s portrait.

 

‘Angela Ryzen.’ 

 

Sylvester’s mother’s name.

 

Then this letter…

 

‘The Duke sent it to his wife!’

 

My heart raced at the thought that perhaps this could be proof that his mother loved Sylvester. I quickly read the following. 

 

[If there is hell, isn’t this it? All I hear is the sound of wailing wherever I go. A friend who was alive just yesterday is dead today. The friend who is alive today will probably die tomorrow. How long can I keep living?]

 

I was speechless for a moment. I swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.

 

This must be a story from the battlefield, right?

 

About thirty years ago, the Empire waged war under the pretext of absorbing the Duchy. The Empire emerged victorious, but I know that the number of casualties recorded was too great to count. 

 

‘Sylvester’s father participated in that war.’

 

No wonder they didn’t even mention how he passed away. 

 

I felt my mouth go dry. 

 

[I wish I could see you one last time before I die.

 

I wonder if that will ever happen.

 

I hope I can meet you even in my dreams.

 

-Richard who misses you forever-]

 

“….”

 

I finished reading the letter, feeling uneasy.

 

As I read this, a sense of guilt washed over me, and at the same time, I could feel Richard Ryzen’s pain deeply, causing a sting in my heart. Ugh. 

 

“Still… it would be better to bring it to Sylvester, right?” 

 

The fact that his mother kept this letter is proof that she loved his father all along. 

 

– If it was my fault, it would be that I met your father.

 

But why did she say that? 

 

Since there’s no way to find an answer just by thinking about it now, I gently folded the letter and put it away before slowly getting up.

 

‘My heart feels heavy.’

 

They are pitiful.

 

And I thought that it wasn’t someone else’s business.

 

I could have easily been killed by Largo too…

 

‘If Sylvester’s mother hadn’t shown up then, I would have really died.’

 

I need to meet her again, even if it’s just to say thank you. With that thought, I lifted my head.

 

However,

 

“Hmm?”

 

Did I feel something wrong?

 

I felt something passing by.

 

I closed the window again, so there shouldn’t be any wind, and there shouldn’t be anyone else here besides me, so why…?

 

While I was wondering, I suddenly remembered what Irene had said.

 

– The reason the servants don’t go to the western annex is partly due to the master’s orders, but…

 

But?

 

– Hans saw it.

 

– A ghost!

 

“….”

 

Ha. Haha. No way. What kind of ghost is there in this day and age? That’s ridiculous… 

 

‘In a world with magic, can there really be no ghosts?’

 

Mom.

 

I rolled my eyes with my back pressed against the wall.

 

It was then. 

 

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