I’ll Become the Heroine’s Capable Divorce Partner - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Even if Elodie was one thing, it would be a disaster if Isabel looked down on her too.

She needed some clever trick that would flatten Isabel’s pride while not giving Elodie anything to criticize.

‘Ah, that’s right!’

Marisa’s face suddenly brightened.

She had remembered a method that had secretly been popular among certain circles of high society when Marisa was young.

That method of making only one specific lady appear senseless was none other than……

“As an elder, I should naturally fill in the shortcomings of my juniors, shouldn’t I?”

Marisa twisted up the corner of her lips at an angle.

It was a despicable smile completely unbelievable for someone who was supposed to care for a family as its elder.

* * *

At that moment.

Sitting at my desk, I was busily moving my pen with a determined expression.

Ah, so what was I doing right now, you ask?

<Imperial Year 582, February 16th.

There was an argument between my sister-in-law and mother over the servants’ clothing issue.

My sister-in-law suggested it would be good to uniformly provide new boots and gloves to everyone, but mother splashed water on my sister-in-law’s face……>

That’s right.

I was recording everything that had happened so far in my diary, searching through my memories.

More precisely, I was creating documentation of ‘how unreasonably Isabel was being treated in the Laventess Ducal House.’

I heard that consistent records could also be accepted as evidence for divorce proceedings.

I continued filling the diary with the help of Elodie’s memories.

<Imperial Year 582, February 19th.

I came home after going out for the first time in a while, and the house was in chaos.

My sister-in-law’s cheek was swollen bright red as she lay collapsed on the floor, and mother was fuming with anger from head to toe.

I heard that mother had slapped my sister-in-law’s cheek.

She had invited other noble ladies for tea time, but was embarrassed because the flowers decorating the tea table looked wilted.

But was it really necessary to resort to physical violence?

They looked quite fresh to my eyes.

Besides, my brother was a bit too much as well.

‘A wife should naturally obey her mother-in-law.’

After saying that, he just left saying he had an appointment.

Mother was shouting so loudly that things only calmed down after I intervened……>

Having written up to this point, my mood somehow sank.

‘Sigh, my favorite character is so pitiful.’

For reference, while Elodie did stop Marisa, she didn’t intervene with the intention of protecting Isabel.

Rather, she just dissuaded Marisa because it was noisy to her ears.

Our Isabel, what should I do about how sorry I feel for her?!

‘Speaking of which, is our sister-in-law preparing well for the party?’

I put down my pen for a moment and fell deep in thought.

Well, she seemed to be preparing diligently.

Last time I went to peek at what she was doing, she was busily moving around the garden where the garden party would be held.

She looked quite lively as she brought along the gardener and had various conversations.

‘It would be nice if I could have another conversation with Isabel.’

But given all the bad blood up until now, I was a bit hesitant about whether I should actually approach her.

From Isabel’s perspective, I might be burdensome, right?

But then.

Knock knock.

There was a knock.

I organized my diary and pushed it into the drawer, then raised my voice to answer.

“Come in.”

A maid who entered the room politely bowed her head.

“I greet the Young Lady.”

“Judy?”

I blinked my eyes with a puzzled expression.

Judy.

Marisa’s personal maid and right hand.

Befitting her position as the Grand Duchess’s close aide, she acted impeccably polite on the surface, but in reality, she was reporting every single move of Isabel’s to Marisa.

For reference, Isabel knew about this but couldn’t keep Judy at a distance.

Because on the surface, she was a completely problem-free maid.

‘But this type is actually much more vicious.’

I clicked my tongue inwardly.

At the same time, Judy politely held out a letter to me.

“Here, this is a letter the Grand Duchess sent to you, Miss.”

Eh, a letter?

To me?

I looked at the letter with a suspicious expression.

Inside the letter paper was filled with the neat handwriting characteristic of noble ladies.

……My dear Elodie?

Since when have we been on such friendly terms?

I couldn’t hide my distasteful feelings as I read down to the next part.

<I was a bit surprised that you suddenly made various complaints to your brother about the party hosting issue.

I thought there had been no particular problems until now, but it seems I haven’t properly cared for you.>

Ugh, I really hate this.

I was disgusted inwardly.

When calling me, it’s just ‘Elodie,’ but she consistently calls only my brother ‘young master.’

No matter how much she wants to maintain her position as Grand Duchess, isn’t she being too fawning toward only one side?

And ‘haven’t properly cared for’?

Objectively speaking, you were just the one acting petty.

<The reason I'm sending this letter is to suggest we coordinate our dress code for this garden party.

It’s spring after all, isn’t it?

I was thinking it might be nice to coordinate our dress code with bright yellow tones.

Isabel, that child, probably won’t be able to take care of such details attentively.

I’ve already given Isabel a heads up, so our Elodie doesn’t need to worry about it unnecessarily.>

Just from this alone, the meaning “Isabel must not be informed about the dress code” was blatantly obvious.

What followed was even worse.

<Actually, it seems like Isabel finds you a bit uncomfortable.

After all, when hosting a party, one inevitably becomes on edge, you know?

Most importantly, this is her first time hosting.

So I was thinking, until the garden party, how about we leave her alone so she can handle things herself?

I hope we don’t create unnecessary things for Isabel to worry about.>

She only wanted to embarrass Isabel with the dress code, yet pretending to be considerate was absolutely disgusting.

‘Anyone would think she’s a mother-in-law who cherishes Isabel dearly, really?’

When she’s been tormenting Isabel like catching a mouse all this time.

I firmly suppressed the hollow laugh that was about to burst out and quickly read through the remaining content.

There wasn’t really much else.

After that, it just ended with customary greetings.

‘Hmm, what should I do?’

After pondering for a moment, I soon flashed a bright smile at Judy.

“Judy, could you tell her that I’ll follow Mother’s words?”

Judy’s expression brightened slightly for a moment.

Since she’s like Marisa’s hands and feet, she probably knows roughly about Marisa’s dark intentions.

I pretended not to know anything and added,

“Also make sure to tell her that I was truly moved by Mother’s thoughtfulness.”

“Understood, Your Grace.”

Judy bowed her head and left.

Left alone, I narrowed my eyes.

‘Well, I can roughly guess what her scheme is.’

Her pride must be quite hurt from not being able to step forward as the host of this garden party.

She must want to humble Isabel somehow.

But since I warned her in advance not to interfere with Isabel’s party, she’s trying to torment her in a different way.

While not interfering with the party itself,

by embarrassing her through the dress code, she wants to show how powerless Isabel’s position is in this family.

And also to reveal how much influence Marisa herself has in the ducal house.

At the same time, my eyes sparkled.

‘This actually works out well.’

It seems the time has finally come to meet our protagonist again.

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