Divorce Manual

Chapter 20

Not knowing what to say or who to look at, Libby stares at the ground instead.

"In a miscellaneous warehouse..."

"I can explain—"

"Hold on."

As soon as Libby's words fell, Catherine steps in to settle the situation and raises her hand as if she's crawling forward with her knees.

"What else are you going to say to deceive me this time?"

"Your grace, that's—"

"Why are you repeating things that I've already heard?"

"......"

"From the beginning till now, I can't even imagine how many times you've been lying in front of me or have been trying to deceive me. It's even as recent as a few days ago."

Catherine trembles from the anger in Abella's calm voice and harsh stare. Maybe she has finally realized that she has failed to properly soothe her anger. It's probably why her shoulders are slumping together.

"I'm going to have to deal with you today, something that I've been putting off."

"..."

It's not an impromptu judgment coming from piled up, old feelings. I've said all along that I didn't want to be the same person by fighting her and raising my voice. Therefore, I was going to let go of the small things when it come to them, as long as they stay out of my sight.

However, Catherine went beyond my limits. I don't want to have such a harmful presence around me anymore.

"Libby, pack up for today and get out of the castle."

"Your grace!"

I ignore her cries.

"And Catherine, pack up today and swap your hands with Ergel."

"..."

I stare down at Catherine, whose eyes open widely as if she doesn't understand what changing hands meant.

"Ergel, you are the head maid as of today."

I then give Catherine the notice of dismissal.

"Nice to meet you, head maid."

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"Ha-ah-"

Even though I only went to the ranch, but my whole body is exhausted.

"How would you like your meal?"

"I'll take a bath first."

When Pope asks about having a meal, I reply that I want to soak myself in hot water instead. I want to throw off my muddy dress and lay in the bathtub.

"Haaaa-"

As soon as I put my toes in hot water, a languid groan breaks out. From there, the moment I lie my whole body in the bathtub, my sore muscles relax and loosen.

"Ahhhhh."

Jjimjilbang is the best at times like this. It's a bit disappointing that there's no ondol culture here.

Ondol is perfect because it's cold outside.

If I want to start an ondol business, I could really go out and do it.

The most common material is stones. If that doesn't work, I could utilize magic stones and have them scattered all over the place.

Sadly, I can't because I don't know how. If I did, I could take control of Lapel and all of the northern territory by introducing ondol.