My Husband, the Commander of Imperial Guards, Wants to Divorce Me, But I Don't Want to Part Wit

A monk's morning is early. Wake up before the sun rises, offer God a morning prayer, and be silent. Then there was a mass that gathered the other monks in the cathedral, and when it was done, we dined with everyone. I enter the work to which I am addressed after I have offered my prayers.

Self-sufficient living in a monastery. From agriculture to printing, medical care, carpentry work and other monasteries. Even though it's been three months since I entered the convent, it's field work that's left to Anton to become a newcomer here.

For Anton, who has lived in an aristocratic society until now, he has never till come here to plow fields or grass, and he has pulled out medicinal herbs without being sure which one is a weed.

Anton's board of mentors monks had finally come to make farming less bitter thanks to his guts. It was when the vegetable sprouts came out and I noticed that the sprouts were too dense, and I was making a mistake. I was called from behind.

"Anton. Sounds like you're getting used to it."

"Oh, I don't know. Thanks to you."

The board is three years older than Anton. I was closer than the other monks because I was close to my age. The reason I'm not reluctant to speak is because of it. The board was a beautiful man with scorched brown eyes in Ash Grey's hair, with a face to be taken by a woman. Before becoming a monk, I think it would have been of the opposite sex.

Every time she saw the ash grey hair on the shining board in the sun, Anton had her chest crouched thinking of a certain woman. Yurica Garant. A woman who became a wife in a political marriage. Someone who has pressed me to take care of my son, not thinking about the family.

Her face hasn't left since she got here. Is that because of the hair color on this board or the color of her eyes resembling hers? Even though they don't look alike enough to say the least.

It made me feel restless to squirm without meaning.

"What's up? Thinking about it?"

"Oh, hey... yeah. Looking at you reminds me of my ex-wife."

"Was it your wife who was definitely divorced in a political marriage? Did that wife look like me?

I didn't tell the board the details, but I did tell them that I once had a child and a wife.

"The color of my hair is similar to the color of my eyes."

"Ma'am, were you beautiful?

"Well, I guess I had a neat face"

Anton, who cared nothing about the woman's beauty and ugliness, was chilled by the board and cramped with answers.

"How did you get divorced?

"I made a lot of mistakes. They gave me all my love."

"You?

"Oh."

Anton tried to remember his marriage to Yurica, but realized he could only remember hurting her more than pleasant thoughts.

Remarriage was held by His Majesty. I had no intention of remarrying, so I didn't take it personally. I didn't even know how to deal with Noah, my young son, and honestly, I thought it would be troublesome if the conversation was brought to a place where the user was at his disposal.

Your Majesty, your beloved sister-in-law. The person I met, wondering if I could refuse unhindered, seemed more adult than I thought and harmless from Anton's point of view. Now if she were to use her sister or the rear shield behind her, Her Majesty, to say something towards Anton, she would have pushed herself into a separate house to live, but she was naturally familiar with the Garrant family without inspiring Anton with an out-of-the-box, airy presence.

At some point I didn't know how Anton would treat me. Noah interacted with me amicably, and as a husband, Yurika, who set herself up and set me up in the house, was supposed to be elusive, but I didn't even thank her for taking that for granted.

"I kept hurting her. I pressed her to take care of the young child as a priority at work. Besides, I was having an affair."

"I hear it's hard to take care of young children. Well, ma'am, I'd be pissed. Cheating sucks. Well, I can't talk about people either."

The board shrugs its shoulders. He seems to have similar experiences.

"I think so, too. Now I think there's something wrong with me. She said she cared about my husband me and was paying attention for my stepson... Even now, I think. I wondered why you didn't take care of her more."

"Heh. Was it remarriage? I know how you feel because I've had similar experiences."

"But I'm a terrible man. I wielded my wife at my convenience and accidentally shielded my wife when she was about to get stabbed by a cheater"

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