My Contract Husband Demands a Divorce - Chapter 36

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Just as dawn was beginning to break.
Saidel Nishurban was making himself at home in Kildian’s room.
For a while, he sprawled comfortably on the sofa, teasing the cleaning maids with needless nitpicks, but the moment he heard footsteps, he scrambled to his feet.
Soon, the door burst open.
As Kildian strode inside with an angry gait, Saidel approached him while rubbing his palms together like a sycophant, completely erasing any trace of his earlier laziness.
“Oh, my goodness~ Your Highness. Did you have a good trip?”
Ignoring Saidel, who smirked with a fox-like expression, Kildian headed toward the head of the sofa.
Saidel carefully read Kildian’s countenance.
Kildian’s condition was far from normal.
His twisted lips, the intermittent twitching of his cheek, and his tightly clenched fists, which caused his veins to bulge, all spoke volumes about his foul mood.
“Your Highness, did something happen?”
Saidel coaxed him in a submissive voice, trying to curry favor.
An attitude that he would normally find pleasing was now strangely grating on his nerves.
‘Why am I so irritated?’
Even Kildian himself could not fathom the reason.
Scheit had faithfully carried out the order to seduce Amarynthis and wring money out of her.
Yet, the moment Amarynthis unfastened all her jewelry and offered it up to save Scheit, Kildian felt a faint surge of rage and humiliation.
Jealousy? Hardly. It wasn’t such a childish emotion.
He simply could not tolerate it.
The fact that the woman who had rejected his marriage proposal had chosen that gloomy, timid, perverted wretch.
“Love? What a joke. She must be up to something.”
As Kildian muttered, Saidel caught onto the situation and blabbered on.
“From what I can see, it doesn’t seem entirely nonsensical. I heard that Scheit saved the Baroness when she was about to be trampled by a horse. They also say he carried the injured lady around and took utmost care of her. The Baroness is a woman who treasures her own life terribly, so she might have fallen for the savior of her life—”
Kildian, whose fists were trembling with rage, finally hurled the bronze paperweight.
Saidel swiftly ducked his head. The heavy paperweight grazed the top of his head and embedded itself in the wall.
Kildian’s expression was savage. Saidel, catching a direct glimpse of his face, promptly offered a sly, fox-like smile.
“…is a brief delusion I just had, Your Highness. Haha! Love to that gloomy bastard? Your Highness is absolutely correct. She must be up to something, without a doubt!”
When Kildian’s expression failed to soften despite his groveling, Saidel hastily added more words.
“And even if the Baroness truly loves Scheit, there is no reason to be angry. If she fell in love with Scheit Huniswald, doesn’t that just mean the Baroness’s standards were only at that pathetic level to begin with?”
Kildian’s expression, which looked as though he might leap up at any second, eased slightly. Only after hearing the words that disparaged Amarynthis did he exhale a satisfied breath and sink his body deep into the sofa.
“Right, no matter if she’s a member of the Rootsild Family or the top graduate of the Imperial Comprehensive University, in the end, she was only that kind of woman.”
Kildian poured some whiskey and then tossed the items he was holding toward Saidel.
Several rings, a pair of earrings, and a necklace studded with hundreds of gems formed an arc, glittering in midair.
Reflexively trying to dodge the flying objects, Saidel fumbled to catch the earrings and rings. Then, to catch the necklace that had flown a bit farther, he willingly threw his body onto the floor.
Before the jewelry could hit the ground, the necklace caught on his outstretched hand.
Thud!
He crashed down with a loud noise, but Saidel did not even blink an eye; he softly blew the dust off the gems and wiped the surface with his sleeve.
“Throwing such precious things so carelessly… Oh, what a waste.”
Without giving a single glance to the exaggerating Saidel, Kildian tilted his head back and relaxed his body against the backrest of the sofa.
“How much do you think it’s worth?”
“Hmm. Let me examine them with my exceptional eye.”
Saidel walked over to the window and held the jewels up against the sunlight.
The necklace was studded with well over a hundred diamonds alone. The blue diamond embedded in the center was completely flawless, its craftsmanship delicate and beautiful.
The earrings were also blue diamonds, forming a set with the necklace.
A sapphire ring, a pink diamond ring. Every single one of them was a rare gem.
“As long as they are genuine, even if we just extract the gems and sell them at a bargain price, they will easily fetch a billion.”
“As expected of a Rootsild, your rough calculations are precise. Go exchange it all for money. And retrieve the ancient books Scheit was researching again. Since they were all burned.”
“Pardon? Burned? What, did a fire break out in the laboratory? Leaving absolutely nothing behind?”
Kildian did not bother to explain what had transpired. However, Saidel read the confirmation from Kildian’s throat as he continuously gulped down the liquor and from his furrowed brow.
“Oh dear, how could such precious things end up like that! It must have cost a fortune.”
Lamenting, he murmured while subtly reading the room.
“But as you know, they are all forbidden books, and because of their ominous content, there are barely any transcriptions—”
“Are you saying you can’t do it then?”
“I will try to find them, but as for how many I can secure…”
Trailing off, Saidel grinned with a fox-like face.
“Why don’t you focus a bit more on something else instead of that soul-swapping research? As long as the two princesses and His Majesty the Emperor are gone, the only one left to become Emperor is Your Highness. Since Archduke Yulisian is also gone—”
“Do I look stupid enough to not know that fact?”
Becoming the Emperor? Naturally, it was important.
However, what Kildian desired was a flawless, absolute status.
Yulisian was an existence who, from the moment he was born, snatched away the attention that used to be showered only upon Kildian.
Even though he had like a coward renounced his succession rights on his own accord and gone down to the Southern Region, he still enjoyed the full support of the citizens and the Emperor.
Even if he seized the throne in this state, Kildian would merely become a substitute for Yulisian.
It was obvious that even after becoming the Emperor, words like ‘If only Prince Yulisian had ascended the throne’ would follow him around.
Kildian wanted Yulisian’s downfall.
To drag his younger brother—who always pretended to be noble and righteous—down to the abyss, trample his honor, and ensure he would never be called by a glorious name again!
He intended to steal his body, commit evil deeds, and then execute him himself to become a hero.
‘And yet, a bastard who used to beg beneath me dares to give advice on my grand plan?’
Overwhelmed by rage, Kildian swiftly extended his arm. His hand, rushing forward like a blade, gripped Saidel’s neck.
“Gah! Ack!”
“Who told you to state your opinion? Don’t argue and just do as I command.”
Choking and struggling, Saidel barely managed to nod his head. However, the hand throttling his neck did not loosen.
As if issuing a warning, Kildian squeezed Saidel’s throat with even greater force.
He watched the agonizing Saidel, and only when the man began to gag and roll his eyes back did he fling him away, releasing his grip.
“Cough! Ack, wheeze! Cough, cough!”
Saidel gasped frantically for air while letting out a torrent of coughs.
Looking at Saidel with a cruelly indifferent gaze, Kildian commanded.
“Get lost if you understand.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Regaining his breath, Saidel bowed obsequiously with a smiling face and exited the room.
Kildian paced around the room for a while.
A thorn-like inferiority complex gouged his insides. This was not something that could be easily resolved. He needed blood and screams. He needed a vicious sense of superiority, an assurance that no one could defy Kildian.
In that instant, his eyes locked with a maid’s.
Green eyes and curly hair.
She was a maid who possessed both traits of the two people who constantly displeased Kildian.
Of course, the color of her eyes was murkier than Yulisian’s, and her curly hair was a mess, unlike Amarynthis’s.
However, it was more than enough to offend Kildian.
“Who do you think you’re looking straight at?”
Slap!
Before an apology could be uttered, a large hand flew toward the maid’s cheek.
As her head snapped back and her body faltered, Kildian grabbed her by the hair.
“Your Highness, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Pl-please, have mercy…!”
At the sound of her pleading, the corners of Kildian’s lips twisted upward. His eyelids quivered with a vulgar ecstasy.

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