This Universe Needs Old People - Chapter 83



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Apocalypse Needs Old People Episode 083

61. Divorce (9)

“-So, the funerals for the fallen soldiers have all been completed.”

Commander Hayden stared blankly at Ensign Plato, who was reporting to him.

Usually, if the commander were to stare at you silently, you would be nervous, but Plato just looked at you with his eyes shining with clear light as if he had something to say.

‘I can see why Haydam wants to make me his adjutant.’

The funerals of the soldiers who died in this punitive war were also left to Plato, who had just been commissioned, but Plato completed the funerals without any fuss.

Perhaps he is more familiar with military affairs than anyone else, having seen what his father Anton has been doing.

‘Certainly, things are things… … .’

Regardless of Plato’s abilities, the commander was constantly concerned that he was Anton’s son.

No matter how much Plato was a screwed-up kid, he would have chosen his father at the crucial moment.

The problem is that Haytham would never have made him his adjutant without knowing that.

What was the thinking behind making Plato his adjutant and dragging Anton, who was already retired, into Lieutenant General Max’s work?

Although it was surprising that Anton had personally stepped forward to accompany Haydam’s play, I didn’t think it was too strange, thinking that since my son was a regressor, he knew Anton’s weaknesses that he didn’t know about.

But then lightning struck Joseph.

I began to have a strong feeling that there was more to Haytham than just the Regressor.

The presence of a cat that suddenly started following Haydam around and a young girl who came from another area could not be ignored.

‘That kid didn’t look ordinary either… but he was definitely different from Haydam.’

If you get the feeling that the girl in the love zone is not an ordinary person.

Haydam… felt so out of touch with humanity that it was hard to believe that he was his own child.

But his own son, who was close to him, had recently become obsessed with divorcing Daphne.

‘He’s my son, but I have no idea what he’s thinking.’

Judging from the way he handled Lieutenant General Max’s case, my son was far from righteous.

There’s no way that Haydam would divorce Daphne just because she’s ‘poor.’

Commander Hayden thought about that, then looked at Plato, who was still in front of him, and asked.

“Did you also help spread the rumor that I was getting a divorce?”

If asked that question, Ensigns Bones and Lucas would have been flustered and busy pretending not to know, but the answer they got from Plato was clear.

“yes.”

“… … .”

The commander narrowed his remaining eye and looked at Plato before asking.

“So, do you think I should get a divorce too?”

“That’s not it.”

“That’s not it?”

Plato’s answer was unexpected, so the commander asked the question again.

“Then why are you helping me get a divorce?”

“Because that’s what Heydam wants.”

“Would you kill Haytham even if he was your father?”

“… … .”

Plato answered the question without any hesitation, even though it was quite a provocative question.

“If Lord Haydam wants to kill my father, he doesn’t need to ask for my help.”

“Your answer is completely unfitting for a soldier. Do you realize that?”

“sorry.”

“But I don’t know how he would act as an adjutant.”

Commander Hayden, slightly intrigued, asked one more question.

“Come to think of it, you were close with Daphne too, right? I remember you two being like siblings.”

“Yes, I haven’t seen you in a while, but you are like a sister to me.”

“Do you think your sister and Meursault would be a good match?”

Even Plato could not give an immediate answer to that question.

Plato paused for a moment and then asked cautiously.

“Why are you asking me that?”

“You know, after Haytham divorced me and Daphne, who is he going to put her in?”

“ah…….”

Plato said with a look of understanding on his face.

“Your Majesty, you didn’t know.”

“… …What are you talking about?”

“No. I don’t think it’s my place to interfere.”

Commander Hayden frowned slightly.

“… Meursault.”

“I am Plato.”

“Where did Meursault go?”

Commander Hayden, who felt a sense of discomfort belatedly, began to look for Meursault.

“Why did you come to report? It must have been Meursault’s job.”

“I heard that I should submit the report myself.”

“Who said that?”

“Chief Meursault… … .”

“Meursault?”

Just as the commander’s expression became grave, a soldier ran in.

It was a face the commander knew.

Because he was a soldier standing guard at Daphne’s mansion.

The moment he saw the soldier’s face, the commander instinctively felt that Meursault, who was not present, had done something.

As expected, the soldier approached me with a look on his face like he didn’t know what to say.

“Your Majesty… Chief Meursault… … .”

“Chief Meursault?”

“That’s… to Daphne… … .”

Commander Hayden immediately frowned.

“Are you saying that you went to see Daphne even though she clearly refused to meet you?”

“He, he didn’t just come looking for me… … .”

Commander Hayden’s eyebrow shot up at the words that he hadn’t just come looking for her.

The soldier added:

“He is proposing to you now.”

“…what?”

“You’re proposing to Daphne right now in front of her mansion. I saw you sitting on one knee inside a heart made of candles.”

The commander was so dumbfounded for a moment that he forgot to keep his mouth shut.

“I… I’ll go back now.”

Even Plato, who was oblivious to his surroundings, must have instinctively realized that it was time to turn back, and he quickly left the office before the commander came to his senses.

After a while, when he finally came to his senses, the first words the commander spoke were as follows.

“Heydam… this guy again.”

* * *

“That crazy guy!!”

Daphne’s butler looked out the window at Meursault and cursed.

Because of the rain that had started to fall a little while ago, Meursault and the candles that had been lit in the shape of a heart were soaking wet and looked extremely miserable, but Meursault himself had been kneeling on one knee for a little while now, not moving at all.

“What does that guy think of Lady Daphne’s honor! He’s not going back even though it’s raining… …!”

The butler muttered that even though it was spring, it was an ominous sign that it was raining so early.

Daphne, who couldn’t even look out the window because she was afraid of something, sat at the tea table with a troubled face and sighed.

I sat across from Daphne and sipped my tea.

Daphne’s butler stopped swearing out the window and hung on to me.

“Heydam! Isn’t this the time to be leisurely drinking tea? Please take the author back… …!”

I gently placed the teacup I was drinking from on the tea table and said.

“Let’s do that.”

“Heydam!”

The butler’s expression brightened as I seemed to accept, but then darkened again as he added.

“If that’s what you want, Daphne.”

“What, what did you say?”

“Daphne, what should we do? Should we send Meursault back?”

“… … .”

Daphne looked at me longingly and bit her lip.

“Heydam… why are you doing this to me?”

“I’m trying to keep my promise. You wanted to divorce my father, didn’t you?”

The butler became furious and shouted at my flat answer.

“What kind of accusation is that! Divorce! There’s no way Daphne would have wanted that!?”

The butler got angry, but Daphne said as if she didn’t even listen to what the butler said.

“The order is… wrong.”

“Yes, Daphne?”

The butler looked at Daphne in confusion, since the words “the order was wrong” seemed to imply that Daphne also wanted a divorce, just as Haytham had said.

When Shin Jo came to see her the other day, she pretended not to know him, but when Meursault proposed to her, her composure seemed to collapse.

“I haven’t divorced Hayden yet. And now you’re proposing to me out of the blue…!”

Daphne put her hand to her forehead and shouted passionately, as if she had lost all sense that she had to play the virtuous wife any longer.

“If something goes wrong with Meursault… …! What if Hayden punishes Meursault… …!!”

The butler was so shocked that he couldn’t close his mouth when Daphne poured out words supporting Meursault instead of telling him to kick him out, but I was reassured by Daphne’s words.

If Daphne had thought of her own safety first up until this moment, she would have taken Meursault back with her.

“Da, Daphne, what on earth are you talking about… … !”

“butler.”

I spoke to the butler with some consideration in my own way.

“If you don’t feel confident that you can handle what’s happening here, you can leave. I promise you that no harm will come to you.”

“I, I… that is… … .”

The butler looked at me and Daphne with a conflicted expression, then soon left the room, unable to hide his apologetic expression.

Daphne gave a small laugh and looked at me with eyes full of resentment.

“As expected, you didn’t come here to help me.”

“sure?”

“You were trying to get revenge on me from the beginning.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at those words.

“Why would I seek revenge on Daphne?”

“That’s why I’m Luna Moon… No, if this isn’t revenge, then what is?! You made Anton, who prepared a portrait for you, retire on the spot, and framed Max with such ridiculous accusations… …!!”

Common sense tells us that Anton’s retirement and Max’s false accusation were only ten years old… now eleven?

anyway.

It would be hard to believe that a child of such a young age would have taken the lead.

Despite being a minor, it seems that surviving for over ten years in the apocalypse world wasn’t just a matter of luck.

But it’s a bit self-conscious to think that that’s what I did to get revenge on myself.

Well, it can’t be helped since the pre-teen player was the main character of this world.

While I was having such random thoughts, Daphne, whose voice had suddenly become louder, lowered her voice again, perhaps worried that it would leak out the window.

“Wasn’t it you, Heydam, who made Meursault propose to me, even though I’m not even divorced yet? Or are you going to say that Meursault is proposing to me out there in the rain, of his own free will? As far as I know, Meursault would never do something like that. He would never do something so reckless… …!”

I waited for Daphne to finish speaking before opening my mouth.

“First of all… I was the one who advised you to propose to Meursault.”

“Heydam!”

“He said he would be happy to do it if it was necessary to get you a divorce.”

Daphne was breathing heavily, unable to hide her anger.

“Did it really have to be this way? Even putting that knife-like man in the middle of a tacky candlelight?”

“Sorry, but candle hearts are to Meursault’s taste.”

“… … .”

I also came and saw it earlier and was surprised.

If roses had been common in this era, that bastard Meursault might have prepared a million roses.

“Actually, there was an easier way. A way to solve it peacefully, without making a fuss like this.”

Daphne furrowed her brows as if she didn’t understand what I was saying.

“But why on earth is there such a fuss… …!”

“Because it’s annoying.”

“What, what did you say?”

I rested my chin on the tea table and smiled at Daphne.

“You and Meursault. I said that because I was annoyed that you were just waiting for someone else to divorce you.”