My Contract Husband Demands a Divorce - Chapter 80

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Melis startled, hurriedly wiping away her tears as she lifted her head.
Prince Kildian stood right before her.
Knowing exactly what kind of man he was, Melis instinctively shrank back.
Kildian moved closer, looming over the trembling, curled-up figure of Melis.
His crimson eyes swept down Melis Haller, appraising her as if judging the value of a piece of merchandise.
Her hair, her expression, even the curves of her face and body.
In that terror-stricken, quivering face, there wasn’t a shred of the dignity that Amarynthis possessed.
Yet, her desire and her body were passable enough.
‘With a little polishing, she might not be so bad.’
Kildian recalled how Amarynthis had fiercely defied and threatened him, all for the sake of Scheit Huniswald.
‘Did she say she wouldn’t sit idle if anything happened to Scheit Huniswald?’
His thin lips twisted into a base smirk.
A calculating thought formed amid his mocking amusement.
Then wouldn’t it suffice to separate Scheit Huniswald from her without actually harming him?
He intended to show Amarynthis, who was currently drowning in love, just how futile and foolish that emotion truly was.
By having her betrayed by that very love.
He began to breathe ambition into Melis.
“Scheit Huniswald truly has no eye for women. To think he would dare reject you when you throw yourself at him.”
Hearing him take her side, Melis pricked up her ears.
A sudden urge arose to present herself well to this man who viewed her so favorably.
Involuntarily recalling how the humble Amarynthis behaved, she lowered her gaze slightly.
“Oh, no. Baron Huniswald is a wonderful man as well.”
Kildian almost burst out laughing.
It was utterly laughable to watch her clumsy attempt at mimicking Amarynthis.
Slowly crouching down, he gripped Melis by the chin and forced her face up.
“Do you want to become Amarynthis?”
“……!”
Shame instantly flooded Melis’s face.
“That’s, that’s not it…….”
“Is that your answer?”
As he tightened his grip on her trembling chin and yanked, Melis was pulled forward and fell to the ground.
Ignoring her tumble, Kildian stared intently at Melis Haller.
Though weeping in sheer terror, she managed to nod her head.
“Yes. I want to be her! Honestly, what do I lack compared to the Baroness? The Baroness was just born with everything. We started from entirely different lines, so this is unfair. I want to, I want to, too…….”
“Indeed, you are right. What has Amarynthis ever accomplished on her own? She was merely fortunate enough to be born into a grand family and receive a fine education, wasn’t she?”
“That is exactly what I mean!”
“The only thing she achieved by her own hand was turning that gloomy Scheit Huniswald into a proper human being.”
At Kildian’s words, Melis’s eyes gradually filled with jealousy and desire.
She bore the desperate expression of someone dying to steal what didn’t belong to her.
Kildian deliberately softened his voice.
“If you can just steal Scheit Huniswald away, it will prove that you are superior to Amarynthis.”
Melis’s chest heaved with excitement.
She imagined Scheit Huniswald, Amarynthis’s faithful and affectionate husband, whispering sweet words of love to her instead.
That delusion quickly spiraled into visions of herself being adored by everyone, while she graciously offered charity to Amarynthis, who had been cast out of High Society.
“Could that… really be possible?”
“I shall help you.”
“Pardon?”
Melis round-eyed and looked up at Kildian.
“First, we must do something about that cheap dress, even if the colors are passable. I will assign a tutor to teach you Amarynthis’s ways, so learn them exactly. And at the next Imperial Banquet, you will stand by my side.”
“Is that, is that really true?”
Melis could hardly believe the stroke of good fortune that had suddenly dropped into her lap.
Then, her mind racing, she asked cautiously.
“Is there, is there something you desire from me?”
“You aren’t entirely quick-witted, I see.”
Kildian released his grip on Melis’s chin, stood up, and looked down at her once more.
“You said you wanted Scheit Huniswald? Seduce him and take him away from Amarynthis.”
“But I have never done any seducing before…….”
“It isn’t difficult. Scheit Huniswald is an inexperienced, innocent fool, so if you employ that body of yours, he will crumble in no time.”
“When they are on such good terms, you mean there is no marital relation between the two?”
“The rumors circulating about their first night are false. The reason they haven’t spent the night together is likely because Amarynthis lacks any charm in that regard.”
He whispered like a demon.
“Just imagine it. The man Amarynthis could never fully possess panting helplessly in your embrace, and the sight of a broken Amarynthis upon discovering it.”
“If that happens…….”
“You will be proving through that woman’s husband that you are better than her.”
Melis’s face grew increasingly flushed.
The mere thought of it sent a thrill through her entire body.
“I will do it. Please make, make, make me into Amarynthis.”
“Stay in the Palace Main Building starting tomorrow. I will grant you a room.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Kildian coldly watched Melis, who was practically bursting with vain hope.
The situational awareness, political tact, and knowledge that Amarynthis possessed were not merely things one was born with.
Therefore, Melis Haller could never truly become Amarynthis.
‘Still, she should at least be able to seduce someone like Scheit Huniswald.’
To be betrayed by the husband she couldn’t live without—how would that pretty face distort? The mere anticipation made him want to laugh like a madman.
He smiled with deep satisfaction, imagining Amarynthis falling into his arms, entirely broken.
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Involuntarily, the strength left my legs, and I collapsed to the ground.
As I pushed against the dirt to scramble backward, my back quickly hit the Border wall.
In that instant, something flashed right over my head.
“Skreeeech!”
Shan had leapt from the Border, using the momentum of his fall to drive his sword straight into the crown of the Monster’s head.
Simultaneously, several arrows pierced the Monster’s body.
There had been no divine prayer, yet the attack worked.
How did this happen?
“Amarynthis! Are you alright?”
Shan supported me as I staggered.
Leaning against the wall to stand, my hand brushed against something soft and squishy, making me turn my head.
Smeared against the Border wall was Flour Dough.
“What is… this?”
“Ah… You shouldn’t peel that off.”
A dopey voice drifted from somewhere. Turning around, I spotted the Monk slumped in the shadows.
“What did you say?”
Another crash echoed amidst my question as another Monster fell.
A Vigilante Member shrieked and swung his sword.
Struck by the blind blade, the Monster collapsed instantly.
The Monk staggered to his feet, casually wiping his hands, which were a mess of flour, onto his hood.
“I mixed Holy Water into the flour and plastered it on the Border to cast a Barrier. Within the Border walls, they won’t be able to exert much power.”
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried clearly.
Soon, those words traveled from one excited voice to another, spreading everywhere.
The screams transformed into spirited battle cries to raise morale.
Watching the Monsters die helplessly the moment they crossed over, I turned to the Monk.
“Who on earth are you?”
The Monk fumbled through his robes and pulled out a platinum plaque.
“As you can see, I belong to the Vatican, *yawn*……”
“Then the reason you weren’t seen all this time was because you were casting the Barrier?”
The Monk nodded his head in a way that made it unclear whether he was agreeing or dozing off. Then, as the Border wall thudded and shook, he jolted and raised his head.
“This Barrier is temporary. Unless we kill the Mother Organism in the Canyon, the Monsters will likely keep pouring out endlessly.”
“Are you saying we must destroy the Mother Organism before the Border collapses?”
“Yeees. We just need to drive a Holy Relic into the Mother Organism, but……”
“Where would we find a Holy Relic here?”
“Huh…? Why wouldn’t we have one?”
The Monk tilted his head and pointed a finger toward Shan’s chest.
“Isn’t it right there? The Stone that Saint Karkov held for a hundred days.”
“That Stone is a Holy Relic?”
A mere stone?
Of course, it was a precious stone that had saved our lives on the way here, but still, it was just a stone, wasn’t it?

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