I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 109



Only Krnovel

Love
2024.02.17.

“Why is it because of Baron? Because of the men who kidnapped me.”

“Did you see the face of who kidnapped you?”

“Yes. I think the one who ordered it was Maximilian. I couldn’t see his face because of the backlight, but his voice was definitely there.”

“Ha. Okay.”

Cordelia told him in detail what had happened. The moment she smelled the scent of daisies, she lost consciousness, and while being carried by two inexperienced kidnappers, the faces of the two men changed strangely when she heard that she had escaped using Evrard’s treasure.

“The plan was too sloppy to say that Maximilian had ordered it. They only had two people.”

“I think so too. Besides, the ones who kidnapped me weren’t knights or anything, they just looked like farmers from Angsene. They couldn’t even hold a sword properly.”

“Hmm. That’s a little strange. No matter how urgent the situation is, he’s not the type of person to handle things so sloppily.”

Baron rubbed his white beard. Leonard spoke instead of Baron, who was troubled.

“You heard Maximilian’s voice when you lost consciousness?”

“Yes. It was definitely his.”

“That’s also strange. The reason I left Cordelia’s side in a hurry was because I saw Maximilian.”

“You saw Baron too?”

Cordelia was a little confused. It was strange that Maximilian, who was now just a normal person, had evaded Baron and come to Cordelia in such a short time to kidnap her. Something didn’t add up.

“So is Maximilian in Wilarth?”

“I’m not sure. I sent someone to Wilarth right after confirming that Cordelia was gone, but I couldn’t find even a trace of him. And I just got this message from the messenger.”

Baron took a small note out of his pocket and handed it to Leonard. It was written in code, so Cordelia couldn’t read it. Leonard looked at the contents and became very serious.

“Lord Menupio has found Maximilian in the north of Angsene and is tracking him.”

Baron kindly explained for Cordelia, who did not know the details.

“Does that make sense? If it’s Angsene, it would take ten days to get here by boat.”

“That doesn’t make sense. The dark wizards that travel with that bastard must have done something.”

No matter how fast Maximilian was, he couldn’t be faster than a bird. All three fell into a short silence at his mysterious movements.

Then Leonard lightly grabbed Cordelia’s shoulder. Cordelia flinched at the contact and stiffened her body. Leonard knew her reaction, but he didn’t show it.

“I’ll look into it carefully, and for now, you rest.”

“Oh. That’s right. You must have been very surprised, so you shouldn’t stay here. You should rest quickly.”

“I guess so.”

It was clearly broad daylight when they left the mansion, but the surroundings were completely dark. She was hungry because she hadn’t eaten all day, but she was even more tired than that, and she wanted to collapse on the bed and sleep right away.

It was surprising how much had happened in just one day.

Cordelia left his room and trudged along. Leonard followed her immediately. She awkwardly turned around and said,

“I can go by myself.”

“I know.”

Leonard had never felt uncomfortable before, but at this moment, as they walked down the hallway together, she was very concerned about him. She was conscious of everything, from his breath on her back to his footsteps. The more she felt

that way, the faster Cordelia walked. The room she had been staying in was not far away, and she arrived in no time. Just as she was about to say goodbye and go inside, his voice stopped her feet.

“Cordelia.”

“Yes, yes?”

“I thought I should say it properly.”

“What, ahem. What do you mean?”

Her heart, which she had barely kept still, began to beat like a live fish again. His face was surprisingly bright in the dark hallway. Cordelia felt so sick that she thought she might vomit.

“If I couldn’t convey this feeling to you and something happened to you, I think I would regret it for the rest of my life.”

“This feeling… … ?”

“Yes. Originally, I wanted to tell you in a nice way, even with flowers, or at least take you to a nice place.”

“Master!”

Cordelia was scared that Leonard would continue talking.

Yes, this feeling of someone putting their hands in her intestines and digging them out, and the sweat dripping from her fingertips was definitely fear. She was certain that their relationship would be completely turned upside down by what he would say.

“I’m tired. Can’t we do it later, later?”

“… … Yes. Rest.”

Leonard very slowly took her face in his eyes and soon left. Cordelia waited until he was out of sight and then opened the door as if escaping and went inside.

* * *

When the coffin of the deceased arrived at Embly’s main castle, everyone guessed who was inside. It seemed that the beautiful young lady, like a rose, had finally passed the season and withered along with the flowers.

The main castle’s butler, with a gloomy face, ordered them to prepare the flowers according to Ershe’s funeral procedures.

Anton filled the coffin containing his daughter’s body with roses that Rosalind had loved, and spent more than half the day in front of it. The other half he spent looking at Daniel, who resembled Rosalind.

The flowers withered.

They had dried and shriveled, and now all that remained in his hand were brown crumbs. Anton murmured as he stroked his daughter’s cold forehead that day as well.

“I would give my life if I could see you one more time.”

“Master.”

The butler approached him, carefully bowing his head.

“You must bury her today. The flowers have already withered.”

In fact, it had already been several days since the time to bury the coffin in the cemetery. Anton kept postponing the burial date, making excuses.

The butler, who had watched over Rosalind since her birth, knew better than anyone how much he had loved his daughter, so he understood his feelings, but the living must move on.

“You should rest in peace, too.”

The butler’s words stabbed Anton’s heart sharply. The reason Rosalind had not been buried in the ground until now was all because of her father’s greed. Anton stroked his daughter’s face once more.

“Yes. Get ready.”

“Yes. I understand.”

The butler quickly called the servants to move the coffin in case he changed his mind.

Anton walked slowly toward the burial site where Embly had been buried for generations. The sky was dazzlingly clear. It was the kind of weather Rosalind liked.

“Master, Master.”

A young servant came running in a hurry.

“What’s going on?”

“A man came to see you, Master. I politely declined to visit because it was a funeral, but when he mentioned Attila’s name, I was wondering.”

“Attila? Did he limp?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Anton’s irritation and anger surged for a moment, but then quickly subsided like the last flame. To be exact, no emotion could burn for long.

“Bring him here.”

“Understood.”

Not long after the attendant disappeared, he came with a blond man. As expected, it was Maximilian. He was wrapped in a thick cloak even in the middle of summer, and if it weren’t for his limping legs, it would have been hard to recognize him.

Anton couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

“Yes. Where did you hide that disciple?”

“I’m sorry, my lord.”

“I didn’t expect it in the first place. I’m more surprised that you came here on your own. Since it’s Rosaline’s burial day, you should lie down next to her.” He

already knew from the surveillance he had put on Maximilian that his plan had failed miserably. When I first heard the news, I cursed him for being stupid, but I thought it was better.

After coming to Embly’s main castle, there was no attempt to target Daniel at all. When he came to his senses, he was convinced that Atilei would not kill Daniel while fighting Embly and Chuck so desperately.

In fact, Anton was tired of everything. If it weren’t for the weight of the family he carried, he would have wanted to lie down next to Rosaline.

“My lord. Please give me one more chance.”

“That’s enough. The only way for you to ask for my forgiveness is death.”

Maximilian fell flat on his face before him. Anton didn’t have the energy to get angry, so he motioned to a knight standing nearby.

“Take him and kill him. Dismember his face and throw his body in the river.”

“Yes.”

“My lord, my lord!”

The two knights approached Maximilian and grabbed his arms tightly from both sides. Maximilian cried out while sobbing. Anton ignored the screams and walked forward. Perhaps he would have continued to do so if his daughter’s name had not been mentioned in his mouth.

“There is a way to bring Rosaline back! It is true, my lord!”

“… … You are full of lies and hypocrisy from head to toe.”

He was furious at the fact that he had come to Rosaline’s funeral and brought up Rosaline. Anton’s anger, which had died down like a dead ember, suddenly rose up. He should not just kill her, but dismember her limbs and kill her.

“My lord. Didn’t you see how Leonard Attila came back to life?”

“You think I’m an idiot. He once said that he had transferred his soul into his own mouth. Do you think I would be fooled by a few words from your tongue?”

“It’s not a lie! That means that Rosaline’s soul can be transferred too. My lord, my lord!”

Maximilian shouted loudly. Anton ignored it all and walked forward.

The graveyard was approaching. The crumbled petals remained in his hand, tickling him. The butler approached Anton and said:

“All ready.”

“Yes.”

The newly hired nanny brought Daniel in after dressing him in black. The child had been whining for a while, probably because he was sleepy. Anton said goodbye to Rosaline before closing the coffin for the last time.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do so much for you, my daughter. Please, there, there… …”

He had to tell her to rest in peace. He had to let her go.

His heart felt like it had been ripped open. It was probably a hole that could never be filled.

Anton closed his eyes for a very long time and then opened them. Then he turned and said to the servant,

“Bring Maximilian back.”