Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce? Chapter 158 - Side story 11

Sylvester jumped up and approached Ophelia. 

 

“Why do you look like that if you’re not crazy?” 

 

He said, brushing back Ophelia’s disheveled hair. Despite his sharp tone, the meaning contained within was incredibly warm. 

 

Ophelia briefly surrendered to his affection, but then quickly shook her head as if trying to come to her senses. 

 

“Honey! What I saw was… No, my throat is so dry. Neil, could you please get me some water?” 

 

“Haha. I’m not a servant, but if not now, when will I get a break? I’ll go out and fetch some water from the well.” 

 

After Neil left, Ophelia sat down on the sofa with Sylvester. 

 

“I’ll ask you one question first.”

 

“You can ask me two.”

 

“One will do, please.”

 

Ophelia took a deep breath and opened her eyes wide.

 

“Prince Largo.”

 

“Largo? Was there such a person?” 

 

“Oh, come on. Don’t joke around.”

 

Sylvester let out a faint laugh.

 

Largo. 

 

It was a name he never expected to hear from Ophelia’s lovely lips after the funeral. 

 

Sylvester nodded as if telling her to say more.

 

“That… Are you sure he’s really dead?” 

 

It was a difficult word to understand at first. Is he really dead? Sylvester frowned slightly. 

 

“I mean, did you confirm he was really dead? You were the one who killed him, after all.” 

 

“If you go around saying things like that, your husband might get sentenced to death. How about at least pretending to keep it a secret?” 

 

“Oh, please! Focus!”

 

“Okay.”

 

Teasing Ophelia was the most fun thing in the world… but any more of it might earn him a smack on the back, so he became serious again. 

 

“He’s definitely dead. I checked several times.”

 

Ophelia narrowed her eyes.

 

“What about the corpse?”

 

“…What?”

 

“So, we couldn’t even check the body at the funeral. Normally, they’d leave the coffin open, but they kept the lid shut.” 

 

Sylvester blinked slowly. He thought about it for a moment because it was something he hadn’t even thought of.

 

“Now that I think about it, it’s strange. I didn’t damage the body like that, so why did they close the casket?” 

 

Sylvester and Ophelia’s eyes met. 

 

They spoke simultaneously, without a word about who would go first. 

 

“Because there’s no corpse.” 

 

This is crazy. 

 

Sylvester barely swallowed the curse that was on the tip of his tongue and clicked his tongue. 

 

It was none other than himself who killed Largo. 

 

He had felt the life unmistakably drain from his body. 

 

Therefore, it was absurd to imagine Largo alive. 

 

However…

 

‘This feels unsettling.’

 

It’s all too unsettling—the fact that that guy died so easily, and that the Emperor just let it slide without much fuss. 

 

“I’ll find out as soon as possible.”

 

He thinks that he should investigate thoroughly, just in case there’s a chance.

 

Sylvester took a deep breath and looked at Ophelia again.

 

“But why all of a sudden? What does this have to do with your hair being disheveled?”

 

“Ah.”

 

Ophelia answered with an expression that it was nothing special, as if she had just remembered something.

 

“I just ran into some people in the west annex who said they were sent by the prince. They were looking for a magic circle.”

 

“Aha. You ran into some people… what?”

 

Sylvester blinked his large eyes several times. What did I just hear?

 

“So you’re saying that you fought with those people?”

 

“Yes, I fought them.”

 

“How?”

 

“By using black magic.”

 

Ophelia clapped her hands together, making a sharp sound.  

 

Well, Ophelia is a brilliant black wizard… but that’s not important! Sylvester shouted. 

 

“You! Do you even realize that you’re pregnant?”

 

“I fought while protecting my belly. And I won.”

 

“Argh!”

 

What should he do with this foolish wife? Sylvester pressed his forehead with his fist and rolled his eyes. 

 

“So. What did you do with them?” 

 

“I handed them over to Theo. He said he’d put them in prison.”

 

“Handing them over to Theo is annoying, but it was good that you got out of there.”

 

It’s already happened, so getting even angrier would only hurt Ophelia’s feelings.

 

But he had to make it clear.

 

Ophelia is pregnant, and she shouldn’t carelessly get involved in such fights. 

 

“From now on, if something like this happens, or rather, it shouldn’t happen at all, but if it does, just run away without looking back. Got it?” 

 

“But I can protect myself.”

 

“Ophelia.”

 

Sylvester’s serious eyes scanned her. 

 

Ophelia wanted to make more excuses, but she had to acknowledge that she was indeed pregnant, just as he said. 

 

Using the excuse that her body was strong, she might end up in serious trouble if she continued to live recklessly. 

 

“Yes, yes. I understand now. I’m not alone anymore.”

 

“That’s right. You hold the lives of two people in your hands.”

 

Two?

 

I get the kid, but what about the other one?

 

When Ophelia tilted her head, Sylvester answered with a smirk.

 

“The baby in your belly, and me.”

 

“….”

 

“If you die, I will die too.”

 

Since Sylvester always expressed his love with cheesy words, I thought I had developed a resistance to most of what he said. 

 

“Just now, I was a little excited.” 

 

Ophelia could feel her heart racing. For some reason, her face felt hot. 

 

“Thank you for feeling excited about my sincerity. I love you.” 

 

Sylvester lightly kissed the back of Ophelia’s hand and winked one eye. 

 

Anyway, he really knows how to make use of that handsome face… 

 

Ophelia smiled happily and added, “Me too.” 

 

“Anyway, I’ll interrogate those guys once. If I get any information, I’ll let you know right away. So just stay put until then. Please.” 

 

“Yes. I got it. But one more thing.” 

 

Sylvester raised the corners of his mouth into a forced smile. It seemed as if he was silently asking, “What now?” 

 

“Is there a possibility that the ‘prince’ they were talking about isn’t Largo?” 

 

The people he encountered in the annex only referred to themselves as “the prince.” While Callian was indeed the crown prince, there were still those who called him “the prince” even now. Thus, he couldn’t completely dismiss the possibility of an alternative. 

 

“So, what if His Highness Callian sent them to find the magic circle?” 

 

Sylvester frowned slightly.

 

“That scumbag?”

 

“Even if he’s a scumbag, he’s still the crown prince.”

 

“The scumbag who only likes married women?”

 

“Even if he’s scumbag and trash, he’s still the crown prince.” 

 

The conversation that would have surprised anyone in the royal family continued, but Sylvester didn’t pay much attention and just sighed. 

 

“It’s not impossible. After all, Largo had the magic circle, and since it disappeared after he died, he probably thought I had it.” 

 

Ophelia had the same thought, so she nodded and said. 

 

“I’ll go see His Highness Callian.” 

 

“I just told you to stay still.”

 

“We’re not going to fight. We’re just going to meet.”

 

“You probably won’t listen even if I tell you to stop, right?”

 

“Of course.”

 

“Then let’s go together.”

 

Sylvester glared at Ophelia, as if he had given up. 

 

“Do you think I’ll leave you alone with that punk who liked you?”

 

“So you’re still jealous.” 

 

“I’ll do it for the rest of my life.” 

 

Well, if Sylvester goes with her, it will definitely be easier to pressure Callian.  

 

Ophelia readily agreed, and the conversation about this matter seemed to have come to an end.

 

“But, Ophelia.”

 

But Sylvester wasn’t done yet.

 

He smiled broadly and grabbed Ophelia’s hand tightly. 

 

“We should have a proper conversation about your unauthorized intrusion into the annex, shouldn’t we?” 

 

Ophelia blinked slowly. Um… After hesitating for a moment, she staggered dramatically and clutched her forehead. 

 

“Honey. I feel dizzy.”

 

“What?”

 

“Aah, a headache.”

 

“….”

 

Sylvester looked at Ophelia like that and said a word. 

 

“If you dreamed of being an actor, you would have been in big trouble. You would have experienced frustration because you had no talent.” 

 

If it weren’t for her husband, she would have punched him in the mouth. 

 

Ophelia muttered, licking her lips. 

 

“But what can I do?” 

 

Sylvester clicked his tongue and pulled Ophelia’s shoulder to lean against him. 

 

“I need to take care of my wife since she’s not feeling well.” 

 

The gentle and warm touch on her back made Ophelia forget her resolve to hit him one day, and she buried herself in his embrace.