Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce? Chapter 168 - Side story 21

We returned to the capital, but Sylvester left, saying he had to escort Largo.

 

Of course, Largo had to be taken to the imperial palace, but there was no need for Sylvester to step forward. Since we had returned to the capital, it would have been enough to have the guards, but he left at this time…

 

‘He must be uncomfortable being with his mother.’

 

I glanced at Angela, who was standing next to me.

 

I was taller than the average woman in this world, yet Angela was a full handspan taller than me. Could Sylvester’s exceptional height be due to inheriting Angela’s genes? Such a trivial thought crossed my mind. 

 

When I suggested that we return home together, Angela stared at me with a puzzled expression, as if unsure of my intent, before eventually agreeing. 

 

What on earth was she thinking?

 

Why did she accept my offer?

 

I wasn’t entirely sure, but I made an effort not to overthink any hidden intentions. Anyway, what Angela meant on the surface was, ‘I’ll go with you.’

 

“It’s been a while since you’ve been home, hasn’t it?” 

 

I deliberately spoke in a cheerful tone. Angela, tilting her head slightly as she looked down at me, responded. 

 

“It’s been a while.”

 

That was the end of her response. Ugh, seriously, what’s up with her social skills? 

 

“That, didn’t you miss it? After all, you lived in that mansion for a long time.”

 

Angela stared down at me again.

 

I wanted to at least guess what she was thinking, but that was impossible. The light in her clear eyes was something I couldn’t understand. 

 

“I didn’t miss it.” 

 

Angela turned her head away from me and stared into space, continuing briefly. 

 

“I shouldn’t have missed it.” 

 

What is this?

 

It felt like I was finally getting a glimpse of Angela’s true feelings, so as soon as I got into the carriage, I asked her again. 

 

“Why did you think you shouldn’t miss it?” 

 

Angela rested her chin on her hand and stared at me intently. It was a new experience, but Angela was a stunning beauty. I could tell who Sylvester really resembled.

 

“Are you curious about me?” 

 

“Very much.”

 

“Why?”

 

“That’s…” 

 

I hesitated for a moment, then slowly answered.

 

“You’re my husband’s mother.”

 

“So…” 

 

“We’ve become family, so it’s only natural to be curious about the new family, don’t you think?” 

 

“Family…” 

 

Angela trailed off and took her chin off her hands. Then she stared at me intently again.

 

Every time Sylvester stared at me, I wondered why he did that, but now I realized it must be a habit he learned from his mother. 

 

‘You said you didn’t have anything in common.’

 

Not only that, but I think of Sylvester every time I see Angela.

 

I’ll tease Sylvester when he comes back. I chuckled as I thought about that.

 

“More than that, dear.”

 

At that moment, Angela spoke again.

 

“You’re not feeling well.”

 

I was momentarily taken aback by the completely off-topic comment. Me? Sick?

 

“Yes? I’m perfectly fine right now?”

 

“You have a fever.”

 

Without even touching me, how could she know that? Is this the power of a demon…? 

 

“A woman carrying a child, standing in the middle of that freezing snowy mountain—of course, you’d fall ill.” 

 

“But I’m really fine! It doesn’t hurt at all!”

 

Angela snickered.

 

“Sylvester was like that too.”

 

For the first time today—or rather, for the first time since I’d ever seen her—she revealed emotion on her face. A mixture of bitterness, sorrow, and a tangle of complex feelings. 

 

“That child, like you, didn’t really know what it was like to be sick.”

 

Angela muttered with a bitter smile.

 

“Why is that?”

 

“That’s…” 

 

“I wasn’t expecting an answer.”

 

Angela interrupted me and lightly snapped her fingers. Instantly, my body floated up and was gently laid across the seat of the carriage. What surprised me most was that, even lying down, I couldn’t feel any of the carriage’s jolts or rattles. Incredible. Magic could do something like this?

 

“Just rest.”

 

With those words, my eyes closed and I fell into a deep sleep.

 

Wow. Magic is the best.

 

*

 

“Tsk.” 

 

Arriving at the royal palace’s underground prison, Sylvester clicked his tongue briefly and rubbed his forehead. 

 

“Ugh… it’s so cold… it’s too cold…” 

 

Beyond the cold bars, a naked Largo was loitering around.

 

Largo was in such bad condition that you could really tell what it meant to be made into an idiot. Wouldn’t it be better to just die? Sylvester let out a snicker as he watched him.

 

Even though it was the downfall of Largo that Sylvester had long desired, he didn’t feel all that happy. 

 

He didn’t like the current situation where he had escaped the crisis with his mother’s help.

 

Of course, if she hadn’t shown up, he would have been seriously injured or even killed… 

 

‘Damn it.’

 

After muttering a short course, Sylvester took his gaze away from the bars. Then he greeted Callian, who was coming down the stairs of the dungeon.  

 

“Who do we have here? The great Crown Prince, who promised to look into Largos, but left all the dangerous work for us to handle?” 

 

“Enough already.” 

 

Callian gritted his teeth and glared at Sylvester. 

 

“I was keeping an eye on the Grand Duchess too. I was planning to strike soon, but I didn’t expect you to make the first move.” 

 

“Do you know what that excuse is?”

 

“What is it?”

 

“You’re late to the game.” 

 

He muttered, “I want to hit him.” Clenching his fist tightly, Callian instinctively realized he couldn’t do that and relaxed his hand again. Then, he turned his gaze to Largo, who was on the other side of the bars. 

 

“Why is he acting like that?”

 

“My mother made him a fool.”

 

“Aha… Your mother made him a fool… What? Your mother?”

 

Callian’s eyes widened. 

 

“Didn’t you say she’s in the Demon World?”

 

“She’s probably at my house right now.”

 

“Why?”

 

Sylvester hesitated for a moment. Why is she in my house…? The reason was because Ophelia had made the suggestion to his mother. The reason for that suggestion was probably him.  

 

Whoo, Sylvester let out a short sigh. 

 

“Because my wife seems to like my mother.”

 

“…In what sense?”

 

“As a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. What on earth are you thinking?”

 

“Ophelia is so strange, no, unique. I thought I should be cautious, just in case.”

 

“Are you crazy, really?”

 

Sylvester looked down at Callian with a look of disgust. Ahem, Callian coughed and lifted his chin.

 

“Then why are you here?”

 

“Me?”

 

“Well, if your wife is with your mother, shouldn’t you be there too? So why are you here?” 

 

“…Because I don’t want to go back?”  

 

Callian furrowed his brow. He looked at Sylvester with a gaze that seemed to say, *What kind of brat is this?* 

 

“Hey, Duke.”

 

He put his hand on Sylvester’s shoulder and said.

 

“I’m saying this because I know what kind of relationship you have with your mother.”

 

“….”

 

“Treat her well while she’s alive. Don’t regret it later.” 

 

Callian’s mother had passed away early. For him, who had never truly received his mother’s love, giving such advice to others was likely an encouragement borne from revisiting the emptiness within himself. 

 

At that, Sylvester’s eyes slightly lowered. Hmm. He must have accepted the advice. Callian felt slightly better.

 

However,

 

“By the way, the lifespan of demons is 500 years. I’ll die first.”

 

This brat?

 

“Get out!”