I'm Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

All they said was good things, but I didn't feel good about them.

'Why? The intentions of those words don't feel so good.'

Yes. To accept those words as the pure intentions of a father and brother who care about their daughter...…

I didn't like that sarcastic expression and the constant look of this side.

'I've seen that expression before. Where have I seen it...…'

I remembered faces that I couldn't forget.

My past life's family.

In addition to the monthly living expenses, they sometimes made that face when they needed a lot of money.

At first glance, I was always shaken by that face that seemed to care about me, and I always brought a lot to give. House remodeling expenses, brother's study abroad expenses, dad's car expenses...…

'But it was always that time, and if I hesitated a little, He'll curse and get angry, asking if I was his daughter.'

Just thinking about it made my heart throb.

'I kept trying to forget..... to be reminded of this again.'

The Duke and the Count, unable to understand how I felt, continued to pick up what they wanted to say.

"At first, His Majesty the Emperor wasn't that sėnsɨtɨvė either, so I was very worried that he might hurt the Empress's heart during your marriage, but now you are loved so much. This brother has relieved his worries."

"What do you want to say?"

"Yes?"

"I think there must be a reason why you came here, so don't turn around and tell the truth."

"There, There's no such thing as that. Just to meet Her Majesty the Empress here....."

The Duke stopped the Count from speaking in bewilderment with his elbow. The Duke was coughing heavily, so he said with a sad face.

"Her Majesty, do you remember what our family was like when you were last in the Duchy? Wasn't our family very difficult? But now, it is much more inclined than it was then. And now the estates has to be sold. This is the castle that has been passed down from generation to generation since the founding contributor."

"....." .

"As you know, the Count and I have done everything we can to raise up the family. For the past three years, we have worked tirelessly, day and night. But now there is really no other way out. After reading the territory completely, lost my last name and ended up lying on the street."

"My Majesty, please, help me just once. Her Majesty's reputation has been well known. Now, it seems that your position in the imperial family has been strengthened, and His Majesty the Emperor is loved so much, so it is not a job to help our family a little?"

I smiled and raised the corners of my lips.

"That's the conclusion. To ask for money."

"You..... you may think so, but it's not necessarily like that. I just want the Empress Dowager to not forget the family she was born into, and to show her sincerity."

"That's right. It doesn't have to be cash. Just be our hope. The only hope left for us is Her Majesty."

Did you see my laughter as a light of hope? The Duke and Count spoke even more earnestly.

At that moment, I couldn't take it any longer.

I picked up the soup plate and threw it in the Count's face.

"Ugh!"

"Huh, Your Highness!"

The Count, covered with white soup, blinked with clear eyes at the sharp sound of the dish breaking on the floor.

"You're good at making subject of selling your one and only daughter to build a family."

I didn't even put my hand down and said.

"If there was a manor, sell the manor, and if there was a castle, sell the castle, right? That would have been better than selling his daughter."

"Your, Your Highness...!"

"However, it was all for Her Majesty! Thanks to our dealings with His Majesty, Her Majesty became such a proud and beloved national mother."

The Duke's pierced mouth was teased at his own will, whether he himself wanted to be baptized by the soup.

It was a wonderful thing. They thought that it was for Robelia's sake that they married her by arrangement.

But after reading the original novel, I knew.

"You're making a funny mistake. It's only my hard work, not yours, that makes me what I am today. If you can't imagine how much effort I've put in to get here, you'd better shut up."

"Her Majesty! Uh, how... how could you say such a thing to your father!"

"Let me tell you one thing. I don't care whether the Duke of Balancet goes bankrupt or not, whether you're on the street or not. I'm not your family, I'm someone else. I'm not from Balancet anymore, I'm from the Imperial Palace."

"Her Majesty, the Empress!"

Having said that, I left the place without looking back.

I left the banquet hall and headed straight to the Empress's Palace.

I did everything I wanted to say, but I didn't feel refreshed at all.

I'm disillusioned. Everything.

And my ċhėst felt like it was going to break.

But I couldn't do that. The position of Empress is a place that attracts so many people's attention.

So I kept my mouth shut, tightened my eyes, and walked briskly.

I hope I don't cry until you get to my room.

*****

"The high priest is coming to the Empire tomorrow? Isn't that telegram a lie?"

"The telegram had the seal of the High Priest. It is not a lie."

At the secretary's words, the wrinkles deepened between Alexander's forehead.

"It's been a long time since High Priest, who didn't even attend the Empress's national marriage, entered the empire in person, perhaps in 15 years?"

"It's been 16 years, Your Majesty."

"What would you like to do? It's an overly sudden visit, so should I decline it?"

"No, let them enter the country and give them the highest courtesy as a state guest."

"But… I do not know for what purpose the High Priest is coming. It is very risky to welcome him in such a situation. Maybe the plan will be discovered!"

"He's going to enter the middle of the enemy camp, but I can't miss this great opportunity. It's no different than an unexpected pumpkin rolling in."

Alexander said with a calm face.

"It is true that the plan is not yet fully prepared, but it is soon. If the plan is completed while the coffin is in the Empire instead, there is nothing better than that."

"But obviously, the High Priest must also be on the lookout. He is not such a friendly opponent."

"Robert."

When Alexander gave him a stern gaze, the secretary shut his mouth. But he couldn't erase the anger from his face.

"If you are afraid, you can step away from the front line. I will make sure to thoroughly calculate the price for helping me now."

"I can't do that. Please let me do it."

At the secretary's words, Alexander raised an eyebrow. He looked into the distance and murmured.

"Yes. At times like this, it is pity that there is only one person who can be trusted like you."

"....."

"I will leave you with the preparations to receive the state guest. Do as I have been instructed in advance."

"I'll do as you please."

The secretary bowed deeply and went out with the documents organized.

When Alexander returned to the banquet hall, the only ones there were the attack of the Count.

Having a good sense, he realized at a glance what had happened. What was happening here seemed obvious, the Count dripping with a smashed bowl and white sauce.

Alexander ran to the Empress' palace a month later, and according to the courtiers, she was alone in the bedroom.

He knocked, but when there was no answer, he carefully entered the bedroom.

"Robelia."

I saw Robelia crouching on the bed without even changing clothes.

She should have heard his voice, but she didn't answer. She probably wasn't in the mood to answer him, Alexander guessed.

'It seems that the relationship between Robelia and the Duck of Balancet wasn't as good as I thought.'

It was a very disrespectful visit to the Emperor without an appointment, but he greeted them and treated them as a distinguished guest because they were Robelia's real family.

Alexander himself did not have very fond feelings for his family, but he knew that others usually valued his family. So he thought that Robelia would have missed her family to some extent, too.

'It's my fault. To let them meet up and be together without knowing exactly. I should have stayed with her.'

A belated remorse hit his ċhėst.

He was cautiously next to Robelia.

I wanted to say something comforting.

The words of consolation, which used to come out so well when used in empty words, didn't come out well when I tried to convey the truth with sincerity.

It was as if a heavy stone had blocked his throat. A stone called regret and remorse.

He had never known before that it was so difficult to see her sad face.

"Robelia, I really...…"

It was then that he bȧrėly managed to get a word out.

"You, why..…"

As if it were going to break, a delicate voice leaked from between the knees she embraced.

"Why must... Why did you choose me as the Empress?"

It was a bȧrėly audible sound, but it was clearly audible to Alexander, who was paying attention to her.

At her question, Alexander bit his lip.

He could lie to please her. He knew very well that he had the power to do so.

But he didn't want to.

"Although it is said that your family has become weaker, your family is a family that has contributed to the founding of the nation. In terms of legitimacy, it was necessary for me, whom no other family could follow."

Alexander sighed and continued.

"As you know, I was the 17th Emperor resuscitation, and what I lacked the most was that I was not chosen by the Emperor and appointed as the Crown Prince. At that time, that was the only way I could gain my degree of legitimacy."

"It's been 3 years now, and no one rebelled against your legitimacy. Then..... You don't need me anymore, do you?"

Robelia's voice was trembling softly as she said that.

"Wouldn't it be much more helpful to abandon me and turn the Queen into an Empress? I'm just a woman of a small family, but the Queen is a saint."