I'm Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

From the Empire, it took one month by sea and three months by land.

Holy Land, the spiritual hometown of the people of the whole continent, which is only a city-state, but its cultural influence surpasses the Empire.

The only legitimate monarch of the Holy Kingdom was the one god they worshiped, Barcus, but the actual ruler was different.

"The High Priest, this is a message from the saint."

It was the lieutenant.

When many people hear the title of 'high priest', they imagine an old man with a full white beard, but he was different.

He was a young man. A very young man who is only in his late twenties.

The curvy face line and the slightly drooping eyelashes exuded a terribly neat beauty. Indigo blue hair, which was falling profusely, was neatly cut just below the chin.

The glasses on the bridge of the nose and the long earrings hanging from the right ear were impressive.

He was a beautiful man who felt intelligent, holy, and even pitiful in his appearance as well as every movement.

It was the same even though where he is now is the back alley of the slum, and the bloody body was in front of him.

"Aaah! Dad!"

"Please save me! I'm just going to live like a dead mouse. Please save my life!"

Next to him was a woman desperately holding a crying child.

But the high priest paid no attention to it.

With an elegant gesture, he accepted something like a bowl of water from the priest. It was made of white porcelain and had a wide shape that looked like a washbasin to those who were not familiar with it.

".... Your Highness's saint seems to be struggling quite a bit."

He polished it softly.

"What should I do? Please give me instructions."

The priest who followed the High Priest bowed in a sign of obedience. But the high priest only slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"If you don't want to see any more blood, you better answer honestly this time."

Words so cruel that it was hard to imagine that they came out of those pretty lips.

He was talking to a woman.

"Your father, he had been harboring tax revenue from his government for half a year and even providing them food, but said he did not know about the tax man. As a result, I had to leave for God's will before the eyes of his wife and children."

The high priest looked at the woman and smiled beautifully. He has a smile that's sweet enough to calm anyone, even divine.

"Now you're the only one who will give me the right answer. Loyal believers and your father should avoid wasting time repeating excessive friction again. Because that's not what God wants."

"........"

"Didn't your father know that he was a tenant?"

The woman's trembling eyes touched the face of the high priest, but this time they touched the child in her arms. She bit her chapped lips and opened her mouth.

"Actually… I knew the truth. My father was sympathizing with the organization of the Bureau government. That's why he hid Sejak."

"Then, would you know anything about Sejak's current residence?"

"That… I really don't know, high priest, I have always opposed Sejak's such behavior. I'm sure it's going to be a threat to my family. I really don't know anything."

The high priest had a soft smile on his face.

"Okay."

He certainly seemed to believe her. A hope like the light at the end of the tunnel spread in the woman's heart.

"Okay then, now with her and her child…."

"Make sure to send them all to God's will."

"Yes."

The woman's face contorted in astonishment at the sudden thunderbolt-like words.

"Yes? Ah. No, High Priest! I really don't know anything! Please!"

"Aww, Mom!"

"The High Priest! Please help me! No, please save even the children! Please...! Keohee!"

The ruined building was immersed in silence along with the disastrous sound of human breathing.

The High Priest said as if nothing had happened, walking out with a divine figure without a single strand of hair.

"It's the saint."

"Yes."

"I have no choice but to step out and help myself."

"Are, are you serious? From the high priest... Are you going to go directly to the Empire?"

The high priest said to the priest who asked in bewilderment.

"It can't be helped, right? Isn't this all for the saints who can't even cover themselves properly?"

"......."

"The saint is an apostle who conveys the will of God. She is the closest thing to God's will. It is our duty as priests to ȧssist and help her."

Saying that, the High Priest raise both hands as if in prayer. The rosary caught on his wrist shook with a cold sound.

The priest, who hesitated, finally nodded.

"I will instruct the priest to prepare for the Empire."

*****

'My life or courtesy to Norman, which one should I choose?'

But after a long thought.... I finally came to a conclusion.

'Okay. This is all I have left, and there is no one to help me against Alexander, except Norman. Otherwise, I will have to live in the Imperial Palace for the rest of my life, or watching Alexander and Aisha like a death person.'

I felt guilty for taking advantage of someone else's favor, but.... I finally made up my mind.

'Let's get it together. When I just came here, no, when I disowned from my family, now I really decided to think about myself and worry about myself. I have a lot of worries. Who am I to worried about? Wake up, Robelia. You are a wicked woman with no blood or tears.'

With that in mind, I sent a message to Duke Norman Schwarzkopf. I had something to say, so I wanted to see him soon.

And the reply came surprisingly quickly.

'In the end, I ended up doing it alone like this again.'

It was the same as last time. In the same drawing room as last time, just me and Norman.

My maids and Caleb still hated Norman and were skeptical, but they couldn't be bothered by my orders.

I glanced over the fan and glanced at the other person's complexion. Norman was drinking tea, and unlike me, he looked unconcerned, with no sign of nervousness.

'I can't believe I got to meet him alone twice in such a short time with the original sub-male lead is Aisha's best friend. It's something I've never imagined before.'

When I was thinking like that, Norman's low voice was quiet.

"I didn't expect you to contact me first. I was just about to send you a message to see you again, but thank you."

"You don't have to thank me at all. I didn't invite you here for me, I just called you for my own needs."

"Are you saying that Your Majesty's needs me?"

There was a bit of emotion in Norman's voice as he asked that question.

'It's true that I needed you, but it's not like that.'

I coughed and ventilated the atmosphere, then opened my mouth.

"In the last meeting, you told your long story. There must be no lies at all about the story you told me back then, right?"

"Of course. I swear to Mestapo that I will not lie in the slightest."

Norman's red eyes were so clear that he didn't look like he was acting. Even in the original story, he wasn't the type to play tricks like anyone else.

His well-groomed face and heavy voice contained a firm will and sincere kindness.

Reassured of that fact, I said.

"Then it's my turn. I'd appreciate it if you would listen to me as I did to you."

"I will."

I explained my situation and circumstances to Norman.

Marriage due to the arrangement of the family and the imperial family, the fact that she did not receive a fair answer as the Empress for three years, the appearance of Aisha and her decision to divorce, the efforts she had made so far and Alexander's reaction to the divorce.

"...... That's when I realized It is impossible to change the Emperor's heart and divorce him. But I really want to get a divorce. How to throw off the crown that doesn't suit me and leave this damn palace....."

It was a story that could not help but surprise anyone.

The Empress wants a divorce. She wants to leave her imperial palace, letting go of her colossal post of Empress herself!

All the evils I've done so far have become a hot topic, but the reason I did it was that it was natural because it was never reported or reported in the newspapers.

'Actually, according to the general perception, it would be acceptable just not to say something crazy.'

However, the other party's reaction was different than expected.

"The way to divorce against the will of the Emperor is to escape overseas... It looks like the most promising way."

He's not saying things like this with a serious face!

He even brought up the story of running away, where he tried to decide whether or not to take it out based on the reaction of the other party, and this was rather surprising.

But the other party didn't seem to notice that I was surprised.

'But it's never easy. It will require thorough preparation to break through the strict security of the Imperial Palace and escape from His Majesty's watch."

"You're listening to me seriously. Aren't you flustered?"

"What you asked me to seriously listen to…. Was it you?"

Rather, Norman had a face that seemed bewildered at what he had just said. I laughed bitterly.

"It is true that I asked you to listen to me seriously, but I didn't know you would listen to me seriously. Actually, it's a strange story. An Empress who wants a divorce."

"It's certainly not confusing, but it's not incomprehensible. If you need any help, I'll cooperate. I'm sure it'll be helpful because I have the Duchy's estate and troops."

Norman's attitude of helping in a pleasant way even though I didn't ask for it first made this side's fisheye sick.

"Wait, Duke Schwarzkopf. There seems to be some misunderstanding. Of course, I'm right here to ask you for help. But that doesn't mean I'm granting your favor. There is nothing to gain, so I am just… using you."

The more I talked, the more my confidence disappeared.

Also, I thought this wasn't the case. For Norman, the risk was too great, and there were no merits.

No matter how grateful and favorable he was to me, I thought it was natural to refuse this.

By the way…

My gaze, which had been wandering unstable in the air, stopped abruptly. It was because I felt my hand being held.

Norman grabbed my hand and gently pulled it towards him. Then he kissed the back of my hand.

"You can use me whenever you want."

She could clearly feel the touch of his lips on the back of her hand.

"I'm happy just to be a tool for Your Majesty. Please feel free to use me."

The red eyes of the person who spoke like that turned towards me.

The moment our eyes met, it felt like my heart was going to drop.

There was no hesitation in his eyes. It was only the unwavering trust and kindness towards me.

"Surely, I will become the Empress's most useful tool."

*****

Meanwhile, Alexander hears that Robelia has summoned Norman.

His heart pounded and fell.

'Does Robelia have a crush on the Duke?'

According to the secretary's report, the two were currently alone in the drawing room of the Empress's palace. Even all the maids are away.

No matter how hard I try to compare... I couldn't help thinking.

When he was dealing with her, she didn't even like to run into each other and let alone talk.

Far from asking to meet her first, she avoided him in every case, looking for an opportunity to run away.

'But Schwarzkopf, how dare you keep that man so close!'

The feeling of betrayal and shock were indescribable. From the moment I heard the news that the two were meeting alone, I couldn't even get my hands on work. The cheeky words that the Duke dared to speak from the last meeting came to mind over and over again.

'In the capital, I was taught that it is not at all strange for a married person to have an affair.'

'I am now approaching the Empress with sincerity.'

As I said with my own mouth, it was clear that the Duke had a dark heart for Robelia.

But you're alone in the same room with that guy like that! How can an Empress be defenseless like this?

And leave her husband alone!

While the two of them were alone, worries aroused concerns. And then, the fear arrived at one definite thought.

Now I couldn't deny it.

Robelia. She felt no attraction to himself.

Even the charm seemed to be felt by Norman Schwarzkopf.

It was clear that she had a crush on Schwarzkopf that he did not have at all.