I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 111



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Love
2024.02.19.

Leonard was so busy that they didn’t talk about it… …

No, to be honest, Cordelia deliberately tried to avoid the topic. Whether he noticed her clumsy efforts or was considerate of her, Leonard acted as if nothing had happened.

Cordelia had mixed feelings inside. Sometimes it was even difficult to look Leonard in the eye. There were days when she spent the night wide awake, not knowing where this uncomfortable feeling was coming from.

“No. It’s nothing.”

“What? Why did you stop talking? You made people curious.”

Cordelia kept her mouth shut like a clam, but Ilias didn’t give up and kept nagging. However, it was impossible to say, “I think the Master thinks of me as special” to someone whose face she had only seen a few times.

“I just wonder what love is.”

“Really. I’m not a twelve-year-old girl. “You must have had a first love, right?”

“No.”

“No? Weren’t there any decent men around you?”

Ilias looked at Cordelia with strange eyes. Cordelia was dumbfounded by his gaze.

“I’ve never had a conversation alone with a man before my coming of age ceremony. That was normal where I was born and raised.”

“What? Where the hell did you live, right? You were Vasquez. I heard the North was conservative, but this is really bad.”

“I think you’re worse. I see you suggesting a good relationship with a stranger.”

Ilias smiled sheepishly as Cordelia retorted with a blank expression.

“What? Sorry about that. I tend to rush into someone I like right away.”

“Yeah. That’s how it is.”

After exchanging a few idle words, Cordelia got up from her seat. Ilias rested his chin on his hand and spoke to her back as she left.

“Love. To me, he seemed to be the only person in the world who was colored.”

“Colored? What do you mean?”

“In a world full of black and white, he was the only one who shined.”

“Did he have a vision problem?”

When she asked suspiciously, Ilias burst out laughing.

“You don’t know what love is.”

“A kid? I’m an adult. And I’ve been married and even been widowed.”

Cordelia retorted angrily at his words. Ilias lifted his chin and shook his index finger from side to side, speaking in an unlucky tone.

“Not everyone who gets older becomes an adult, right? It’s the same. You don’t have to be married to know love.”

“Is that so?”

“You’re the proof.”

Cordelia returned to her lab, mulling over Ilias’ words. Her complicated feelings were still ongoing.

Love. What on earth is love?

It was such a difficult question for her. She had thought love was something special that only a few people experienced. She had thought it was something that would never happen in her life, something that was a fantasy.

“Cordelia!”

“Huh?”

She raised her head at the sound of his call. Unlike usual, Candias was waiting for Cordelia at the door with her eyes wide open.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“You got a letter. He said it was urgent and asked me to deliver it quickly.”

“For me?”

He urged her to hurry. Cordelia entered the lab, bewildered. Just like before, Candias’s eyes split in half and the envelope fell into her hands.

The seal that sealed the letter was familiar. Cordelia sighed as soon as she saw it.

“Why? Who is it from?”

“My father.”

He really was persistent. No matter how much she ignored him, he kept sending her letters, and she was sick and tired of it. Cordelia, who remembered clearly how her father sold her daughter, felt that this letter was shameless, shameless, and disgusting. When

Cordelia took it and headed straight for the fireplace, Candias followed her.

“Are you going to burn it?”

“Yes. It’s obvious that he just wrote something asking me to send money again.”

She tried not to sneer, but failed. Candias snatched the letter before Inglebul could swallow it.

“Read it and burn it. You never know. I told you it was urgent and I had to give it to you.”

She urged Cordelia to read it from the side. Cordelia didn’t feel like it, but she broke the seal on the letter and looked at its contents. The handwriting was different than usual. It wasn’t that long, so she could read it all at once. Candias leaned over.

“What did he say?”

“Father.”

“Yes.”

“He said he was about to die.”

“What? This is really a big deal. If I had burned it, it would have been a big deal!”

But Cordelia’s expressionless face showed no change. Her only expression was a forced twist of her lips at Candias’s fuss.

Her father had been sick for several days. Well, it was strange that he didn’t get sick when he smoked and drank so much cigarettes and alcohol every day.

When he sold Cordelia to Abrams, he had used the excuse that he needed to get money for medicine to treat his illness.

The letter was not from her father, but from his personal physician. It said that Pablo Vasquez’s condition had worsened and that he didn’t have much time left, so if you wanted to be there for him while he died, you had to hurry to Yevo Delim.

She folded the letter up, put it in her pocket, and sat down at her desk. Then she did her homework as usual. Instead, Candias was fidgeting and hovering around Cordelia.

“Hey, are you okay? Shouldn’t we be getting ready to go right away?”

“When the Master comes, I should tell him first.”

“That’s true. Oh, what should I do? My father is very ill.”

If it had been a letter of death, I would have shed a tear. Cordelia showed no change in emotion, which was surprising to her. She was just calm, as if she knew what was going to happen.

Perhaps it was because she had no expectations or affection for her father left.

Leonard arrived at the lab late at night. Before Cordelia could explain the situation, Candias quickly flew over and whispered to him. Leonard, who was taking off his coat with a tired face, came close to Cordelia after hearing the gatekeeper’s words.

“Elector Vasquez is in critical condition?”

“Yes. I got a letter from the attending physician.”

“What do you want to do?”

Cordelia raised her head and looked into Leonard’s eyes.

It was unexpected. Even though she knew that the relationship between father and daughter was the worst, she thought that he would naturally go to his father like Candias. Cordelia bit her lip and spat out,

“… … I have to go. If you pass away, I have to hold a funeral.”

“Shall we go together?”

Even Cordelia, who was tactless, knew how busy he was. Even though he was being polite, she was truly grateful.

“It’s okay. I’ve done one funeral, so I’ll be able to do the second one easily.”

She said with a grin. Leonard raised his hand and stopped to touch her cheek as usual. He put his hand down casually and said,

“You go first. I’ll follow you as soon as things are sorted out here.”

“No. I’m really okay. The Master is very busy.”

“I have time to take care of you.”

With that, Leonard went to his desk, rummaged through something, and then returned to her. He opened his palm and showed her what he had brought. At least five or six rings were shining and sparkling on Leonard’s palm.

“What are all these?”

“Do you remember when I gave you a ring just before you went to the magic alliance?”

“Oh. The one you gave me because of Maximilian?”

She searched her memory and recalled the first time she went to the magic alliance. She also remembered that it had saved her life once.

“It’s a ring with a similar spell. Give me your hand.”

Cordelia reached out her hand absentmindedly. Leonard held her hand very weakly. It was delicate and weak, like touching a fragile glass craft. The part that actually touched her skin was small, but it felt hot as if it had been burned.

He put the ring on her finger and said,

“I’ll give you a better ring next time.”

“… … This is enough.”

“I’m not enough.”

Leonard said. Cordelia tried to avoid his gaze, but suddenly saw herself reflected in the mirror on the wall. Her face was red as if it was going to burst.

Cordelia tried to pull away from his hand. Leonard instead tightened his grip and said,

“I like you. Cordelia.”

Cordelia took a sharp breath. She held it in, afraid that it would make a sound when she exhaled. “To the point where I wonder if it’s okay to like someone this much. To the point where my head is filled with thoughts of you from the time I

wake up until I fall asleep. To the point where I want to gouge out and crush the eyes of all the men who hover around you.”

“… … .” There were many things she wanted to ask. From doubts like, “Are you serious?” to curiosity like, “Since when?” However, not a single word came out of Cordelia’s lips. All she could do was let out the breath she had been holding, little by little. Leonard let out a hollow laugh between his lips. “I practiced like a crazy person against the wall, but this is all I can say .” “Practice?” “Yeah. I can’t propose like this.” The word proposal pulled her from the clouds to reality.

The proposal, the beginning of that terrible and painful marriage.

Of course, she knew that Craig and Leonard were completely different people, but Cordelia’s expression darkened unconsciously. Leonard noticed it quickly and said,

“Tell me the answer next time we meet.”

“Master.”

“You must be very confused right now.”

He took a few steps back from her as if running away. Then he said with a smile,

“Don’t be too scared. Even if you reject me, our relationship won’t change.”

“Master, I.”

Cordelia looked up at him blankly and held on. But his somewhat hasty answer stopped her.

“Tell me next time, next time.”

It was as if he knew what she was going to say.