Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce? – Chapter 159 – Side story 12

Author: rolypoly

Callian was going through very busy days.

Now that he was the only remaining heir to the throne.

He was handling various tasks on behalf of the emperor, who had let go of his duties.

Although he was overwhelmed with work and his body was exhausted, his mood was exceptionally good.

It was because he could fully focus on his own work without expending energy on power struggles any longer.

Additionally, the tasks assigned to him were preparations for when he would succeed to the throne, which made him feel even better about carrying them out.

‘Finally.’

Finally, the long-desired dream was coming to reality. How much effort had he put in to become the Emperor and inherit the throne!

Callian looked back on his past with pleasure and put down the pen he was holding. Then he looked at the mountain of letters on one side of his desk.

They were all letters from people who were desperate to meet Callian. Callian sneered at this. When Largo was here, they didn’t even bother to look at him…Somehow, a sense of pride rose and his mood became even better.

‘Hmm?’

A letter caught his eye.

A familiar letterhead and a familiar pattern.

It was a letter sent from the Duke of Ryzen’s family.

Callian, who suddenly came to his senses, quickly opened the letterhead. It contained a request for a visit today. Callian could feel his heart beating in an instant.

‘Is Ophelia coming?’

Why?

No, no. The reason is not important.

What mattered most was that Ophelia was coming to meet him.

Callian hurriedly stood in front of the mirror.

His face, looking somewhat haggard from working all night, was the first thing to catch his attention. However, he thought that this weariness might actually appear stylish. After all, isn’t it said that a man who works hard is attractive? Callian even ruffled his hair intentionally.

Of course, he knew that Ophelia was the Duchess of Ryzen. He also knew that the two of them were passionately in love.

But wasn’t there one possibility?

The possibility that Ophelia’s heart would change.

So, there was a possibility that she would come to like him again, just like before.

Since Ophelia had changed overnight, a small hope sprouted that it might be possible for her to change overnight again. Thus, when he finally heard the news of the Duke of Ryzen’s visit, he gladly accepted.

“Ahem!”

After clearing his throat a few times and running his fingers through his hair, he sat on the sofa and twisted his body from side to side.

He was contemplating what pose would look best when Ophelia entered. Should he cross his legs or strike a casual pose? After much thought, he suddenly stood up. He figured that standing would be better than sitting awkwardly.

It was then.

“I’ll go in.”

The door opened while he was half-raising his body awkwardly. Callian made eye contact with Ophelia with his knees half-bent and his upper body upright. And the Duke of Ryzen—Sylvester—standing behind her.

“‘…Why did you come together?’”

Callian asked, feeling his expectations, which had been inflated, shrink like a deflated balloon.

“Why are you standing like that, Your Highness? Do you need to use the restroom?”

“Shut up.”

Callian, with a slightly flushed face, sat back down on the sofa and gently smiled at the approaching Ophelia.

“It’s been a while, Ophelia. How have you been?”

Ophelia nodded and answered.

“Yes. I’ve been well…”

“It was only recently that you saw each other at the funeral, so what do you mean by ‘it’s been a while’? And why aren’t you greeting me?”

However, Sylvester interrupted, so he couldn’t finish his sentence. Callian glanced at Sylvester and frowned.

“Because I didn’t really want to see you.”

Normally, they would have ended the conversation by snarling at each other like this. However, Sylvester wanted to keep a close watch on Callian this time for sure.

“Your Highness, why are you making such a fuss about wanting to see a married woman?”

“I was simply expressing my delight as a person. Aren’t you the one limiting Ophelia to the category of a married woman?”

“Haha. Very funny. And Your Highness, be honest. Isn’t it true that you like Ophelia because she’s a married woman?”

“You…!”

“Your Highness has liked married women for a long time, haven’t you? That’s what they call a fetish.”

“Hey!”

Finally, unable to hold back, Callian shouted.

“I just happened to love a married woman. Loving someone isn’t a crime!”

“Oh… You’re delivering the classic lines of a homewrecker. Very impressive.”

“What on earth am I going to do with this brat?”

Callian trembled with his clenched fist and glared. It seemed he was on the verge of a real fistfight. Of course, even if that happened, Sylvester would still win.

“Both of you, stop it.”

Ophelia stepped forward before the atmosphere could become more heated.

“You’re not even brothers…Why are you two fighting like this?”

Callian and Sylvester, who wanted to say, “It’s all your fault,” both pouted their lips in frustration.

“Anyway, Your Highness, please calm down and listen to us. We’ve come because we have something to say.”

Callian swallowed dryly as he felt Ophelia’s gaze fixed on him. She looked as beautiful as ever today. Why didn’t I know you were this pretty before? He blamed his past self and ruffled his hair again.

“Well, as you know, I’m busy with my duties as the heir, but I can spare some time to listen.”

Sylvester blurted out to Callian, who was acting like that.

“Are you happy that you’re finally the only remaining successor?”

“Of course!”

Callian answered with sparkling eyes.

“I’ve struggled so much keeping an eye on Largo! I can’t be more satisfied now that he’s been taken care of!”

“…Struggling to keep an eye on him?”

Sylvester tilted his head, wondering if he had misheard. It was strange; Callian shouldn’t have had to struggle with anything.

“Your Highness, all you’ve done during that time is chase after Fleur or spy on Ophelia, isn’t it? Struggling? What kind of struggle have you been through?”

“You really…!”

He wanted to say that I did this and that, but he couldn’t quite remember what I did.

Right. What did he even do…? After a moment of contemplation, Callian shook his head and slapped his cheeks a couple of times.

“Whew. I’m sick of listening to your nonsense. Just say what you want to say and get out.”

Ophelia wanted to say that it was fine for him to stay, but she refrained from adding that, knowing Sylvester would cause a commotion.

“I’m here to talk about that last remaining heir.”

Ophelia said.

Callian tilted his head, not understanding what she was saying at first.

Ophelia took a deep breath and pulled in her chin.

“His Highness Largo.”

Watching the fight between Sylvester and Callian was somewhat amusing, but there was something more important that needed to be asked first.

“Is he really dead?”