Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce?

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Irene raised her head and prepared to help me. 

 

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Countess Cardell was in the midst of beginning her tea party.

 

It was called a tea party, but it was also a place to boast her necklace that was made from the shells baby dragons shed off while moulting.

 

“Oh my, look at this color!”

 

“How could it be so beautiful?”

 

“Look at the ruby red of the fire at the centre, what a gorgeous necklace!”

 

“It looks amazing on the Countess.”

 

“That’s right! Who else would be able to pull off these necklaces other than the Countess?”

 

Countess Cardell and her close friends took turns speaking after the other.

 

“The Count is very loving.
I can’t believe he brought such precious jewelry for his wife!”

 

“That’s true, I heard you two are devoted to one another? There are lots of rumours circulating around in the capital.”

 

“Oh, I envy you.
Tell me how you can get along so well, ma’am.”

 

“Hohoho!” Countess Cardell flared her nostrils, happy from the praises she was receiving.
“I think I look most beautiful in my husband’s eyes.”

 

“Only the Count’s eyes? No! We all think you’re beautiful too! No one in the Empire is as beautiful as his wife!”

 

“That’s right, that’s right!”

 

All the young ladies shouted back. 

 

It’s true, Countess Cardell was a pretty woman with fair skin and charming freckles.

 

But when you say, “There is no one in the Empire as beautiful as the Countess,” are you sure?

 

There was Countess Fleur—a typical beauty with colorful blonde hair and lovely pink eyes.
And the Countess didn’t want to admit it, but there was also the wicked woman, Duchess Ophelia, who always went around with a cold smile.
In terms of appearance, Duchess Ophelia was the most beautiful woman in the empire despite her dirty temper.

 

They weren’t present, however, therefore the young ladies praised Countess Cardell to the fullest.

 

“I really envy the Countess.”

 

“You have such a beautiful necklace!”

 

“Not to mention your sweet husband!”

 

“I want to live like the Countess.
Really.”

 

Countess Cardell’s shoulders rose higher and higher.
She invited the young ladies to fawn over her, to raise her self-esteem through compliments.

 

However, one of them—Lady Jasmine—was a little quiet and sullen, so it bothered the Countess, but that was fine, she can scold her later.

 

Countess Cardell put her hand on the necklace’s box, warming up inside.
“Should I try it on?”

 

“Oh my! Yes!”

 

“I think it’ll look great on you.”

 

“That would be perfect!”

 

Satisfied with the response, Countess Cardell slowly took the necklace out of the box.

 

It was just then.

 

“H-huh?” One of the young ladies pointed behind Countess Cardell.
“O-over there…!”

 

‘Over there?’ Countess Cardell slowly turned her head, immediately coming face to face with the person behind her.

 

“The Duchess… Ophelia?”

 

It was Ophelia Ryzen.