“I heard that the Count has requested a divorce from the Countess.”

“……?”

“I came to verify that.”

At Alexandre’s request, Philip closed his mouth for a moment.

He was confused by the sudden mention of divorce.

‘Is this a preemptive measure to stop me from drawing lines and evading responsibility, in order to push through my demands?’

If he wanted to blame Ellen’s misconduct, they had to be husband and wife.

So, Alexandre was likely to insist that divorce was out of the question, talking about the Duke of Bourbon’s dignity and pride.

After a moment’s contemplation, Philip came to his own conclusion and inwardly chuckled.

Of course, if the divorce actually took place, he could be criticized or opposed by the Bourbon Kingdom and the Duke of Linore.

But the grounds for divorce were mountainous. No protest could shake him.

Also, the trade benefits gained by the Bourbon Kingdom and the Duke of Linore from the strategic marriage were substantial. They wouldn’t disappear with the divorce.

But if Alexandre insisted on mentioning the impossibility of divorce, to block Philip’s evasion of responsibility?

It just seemed he should firmly draw the line, acknowledging ‘His Highness Alexandre knows best.’

‘Even if I admit the divorce here, it’s not going to happen.’

A while ago, Philip had separately called Mild, the knight, to confirm Ellen’s words that the divorce stamp was finalized.

At the time, even Mild had said, ‘Madam claims the divorce stamp is finalized. The documents have been sent to the court.’

But Philip was not one to believe that lie.

‘Ellen wouldn’t finalize the divorce stamp. Mild must have spoken as Ellen directed…’

Philip himself had not yet stamped it final.

‘So there’s no way the divorce can happen.’

Of course, at that time, Philip was sincere about the divorce. But now, his mind had changed.

‘They say marital fights are like cutting water with a knife… Why does she seem so lovable now?’

Thinking of her, Philip’s lips naturally began to curl into a smile.

“……Count?”

‘Oops!’

Urged by the waiting Alexandre, Philip quickly suppressed his emotions.

“As long as there are no accidents, yes.”

It wasn’t a lie, since he had given a condition.

At his response, Alexandre smiled brightly, as if he had won the world.

“Haha, of course! Ellen has been boasting.”

“……?”

“Then there’s no need to raise an issue with the Count. It’s a matter between me and Ellen.”

Alexandre’s satisfying response was utterly different from Philip’s expectations.

‘Something’s strange? Wasn’t it his turn to criticize for being irresponsible?’

Moreover, the title had abruptly changed from Countess to Ellen.

‘Why does he do that? Wasn’t he looking for a pretext?’

Philip rolled his eyes and asked,

“What exactly happened? Is it not a big deal?”

“The seriousness of the matter depends on my choice.”

“So it’s something I don’t need to worry about?”

“Yes. I will handle it myself.”

‘……What’s he up to?’

He was uncomfortable to just let it pass. Alexandre’s demeanor was also irritating.

“Please tell me what happened.”

“Hmm. You’ll dislike it, though.”

“After all, she’s my wife now. Not knowing about my wife’s affairs…”

“Count, will you scold Ellen if you know this?”

“Will I have to scold her?”

“Wouldn’t anyone?”

Philip became very curious.

‘What on earth has Ellen done?’

Since Alexandre had come to him, she couldn’t just be ignored now.

“Please tell me. I won’t scold my wife since you won’t hold her responsible.”

“Hmm… Well, since you’re going to divorce her, it won’t matter.”

Alexandre, gazing into the void and muttering to himself, soon nodded.

“The truth is,”

Alexandre told the story of Ellen kicking him and grabbing him by the scruff of the neck. He left out why Ellen hit him.

“……What?”

Philip’s head rang.

“You can’t believe it?”

It was as he said. It was unbelievable.

The Countess attacking the prince of a neighboring country.

“No, Your Highness, your joke is too much.”
“But it’s a fact without a single falsehood. Even if you ask yourself, you may not respond…….”

Soon Alexandre nodded his head.

“…Perhaps not. You know his character, right? Mild Kyung is her loyal hound, so the testimony will be useless…….”

Alexandre defiantly lifted his hem.

“But there’s a bruise here. While we were talking, the real estate agent who was waiting outside heard the commotion.”

Philip wanted to say that Ellen wouldn’t do such a thing. But if he fumbled, it would be a shame for her.

He pondered for a moment, recalling the morning conversation he had with Ellen.

‘Did I have enough conversation back then?’

He wasn’t sure now that he thought about it.

Because after hearing one story, Philip had returned to his office first.

When he heard Ellen’s story, he thought that the abuse of position was the biggest problem.

‘I never thought there would be more…….’

A royal injury at that… What Philip knew was medicine.

Philip’s head started to hurt, and he unknowingly rubbed his forehead with his fingertips.

“You seem to be in trouble, Count.”