I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 114
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2024.02.22.
“Why are you angry?”
“Because you’re wronged and resentful. You treated me so badly… … . You could easily point your sword at your half-brother, Noah or whatever. But why are you just getting beaten by Marquis Ingrion without doing anything!”
Cordelia’s voice trembled. Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.
“You can just cause trouble as you please. Why are you putting up with it? Why are you getting beaten so stupidly? What’s so scary about that old Marquis?”
Now she understood. Why she was so angry.
The sight of Belluce being helplessly beaten was so similar to Cordelia’s own appearance just a few years ago. It was as if she was seeing him again as a third party, as he knelt at his father’s feet with his pale face and begged for mercy, his naive and foolish appearance.
“Marquis Ingrion is a cruel man.”
After staring at Cordelia’s face for a while, Beluche opened his mouth and spoke.
“I can’t stand things not going my way.”
“What does that matter? Beluche is Attila, Master’s man.”
Then Beluche smiled faintly for the first time.
“After he found out that I had been officially knighted and entered Attila’s service, the Marquis started to find fault with Attila and bite him.”
“… … .”
“At first, he brought up my birth issue, but then he started to bite me with more and more ridiculous things. My master told me not to worry about it.”
He let out a short sigh and continued.
“Ingrion gradually brought in other families to pressure Attila. Until I went under his legs like a dog again and bowed my head.”
“Does your master know?”
“He has many things to worry about besides these trivial matters.”
Beluche said casually and wiped the blood flowing down his forehead with the back of his hand.
“Trivial matters? Do you think Attila would collapse to someone like Ingrion?”
“It won’t collapse, but it will leave scars. I hate that so much.”
Only then did she realize why he had silently endured the Marquis’ violence without any guilt. Beluche couldn’t stand Attila’s honor being tarnished by her presence. She would rather be beaten like a dog by her father.
“He just needs someone to vent his anger
on.” “No matter what the reason, stop bowing down to the Marquis. It doesn’t suit Beluche at all. Make a promise with me. Hurry.”
“Really.”
Cordelia glared at him and urged him on. Beluche let out a laugh, but it wasn’t as sharp or sarcastic as before.
“I passed the intermediate wizard exam in one go. I’ll soon become a high-level wizard. Since my master said he’d pass it all on to me, I can stop Marquis Ingrion from doing anything.”
“You don’t even know what a wizard is, yet you act so smart.”
Beluche just snorted at Cordelia’s clumsy boast.
At that moment, Gasil approached the two people standing in the hallway. He saw Beluche’s appearance up close and asked, confirming that it was a mess.
“What happened?”
“It’s the Marquis of Ingrion’s doing.”
Cordelia quickly said before Beluche could stop her. Gasil sighed with a blank expression.
“The Marquis did it again?”
“Again? Sir Gasil knew too?”
“Since Sir Beluche always comes back like this after meeting the Marquis of Ingrion, it would be stranger if he didn’t know. Fortunately, it seems that the master hasn’t noticed yet.”
“You knew?”
Beluche asked Gasil, looking a little surprised. Gasil still had no expression.
“You think I’m blind.”
“You didn’t say anything?”
“Didn’t you want to say anything?”
Beluche’s lips turned into a grin. Cordelia said.
“I threatened the Marquis, so this will never happen again. Beluche promised me not to get beaten up like an idiot.”
“When did I promise you that?”
“Threat?”
Cordelia ignored Beluche’s words and only answered Gassil’s question. She told him everything about how she had discovered the scene of the brutal violence and what she had talked about with the Marquis.
“Hmm.”
After hearing that, Gassil briefly considered the matter and then looked back and forth between the two of them.
“I think we’d better pack our bags. Given the nature of the Marquis Ingrion, he probably wouldn’t just sit back and watch.”
“Of course, I didn’t plan on going with the Marquis Ingrion anymore… … . Is the Marquis that dangerous?”
“You don’t know much about this incident, since it happened several years ago. There was a Baron Usher who was friendly with the Marquis of Ingrion, and he shot the Baron hundreds of arrows and killed him because he hit his fox first in the hunting grounds. Then he dragged the corpse instead of the fox and scored it as prey.”
“… … Oh my.”
“That’s not all. His second son, Leonard Ingrion, crippled the daughter of Count Ardone who rejected Leonard’s proposal. In the end, the daughter threw herself into the river.”
The series of events was terrifying. Only then did she understand why Gasil had bowed excessively when she first met the Marquis of Ingrion.
“So we’d better hurry and leave.”
“Understood. Meet me at the back door of the inn in ten minutes.”
Cordelia nodded her head several times with a determined expression. Gasil disappeared first, and instead, Belluce remained motionless and hesitated. She lightly pushed his arm and said,
“What are you doing? Don’t just stand there blankly. Speak up.”
“Now, haa. Got it.”
After patting the groaning Belluce’s back, Cordelia half-jogged back to her room. There wasn’t much to pack. She stuffed the clothes she had taken out to wear tomorrow back into her travel bag and took the magic book she had been studying in between, so she was able to finish preparing everything.
The inn was quiet, as if Marquis Ingrion hadn’t taken any action yet. She walked stealthily toward the back door. However, even after ten minutes had passed, the two men hadn’t appeared.
“Is something going on?”
She looked around with her neck stretched out like a deer coming down to the stream to drink water, but the inn was quiet in the middle of the night.
“What are you doing?”
“Ugh.”
Someone tapped her shoulder lightly in the darkness. Cordelia shivered as if she had been struck by lightning, but she relieved herself when she realized that the owner of the hand was Belluce.
“I was surprised.”
“Surprised. You were always good at talking back to that Marquis Ingrion.”
“I didn’t know he was that crazy.”
“It’s not too late even now. Just pretend not to know and cover it up. You’re my disciple, so you won’t do any harm.”
Unexpectedly, Beluce’s tone was as fragile as a dandelion seed. His eyes, which had never shown fear even when faced with numerous demons, were filled with an unconcealable sense of resignation.
“So you’re going to go get beaten up in my stead?”
“That man is old now, and his touch isn’t that great anyway.”
“No.”
She looked straight into Beluce’s eyes and said. They were the same as the Marquis’s eyes, but different.
“I don’t want to see Beluce getting beaten up stupidly by that man.”
“What does it matter to you? Whether I get beaten or not.”
“Because it looks like me.”
“… … .”
“I’m annoyed because I remember begging my father to save me. So, so… … .”
Cordelia couldn’t finish her sentence. She felt like she was going to cry because of the many emotions that were welling up inside her. She quickly turned her horse around so that tears might not spill over.
“When will Lord Gashil come?”
Even the devil comes when called, as soon as she spoke, Gashil appeared from the darkness. His body smelled of oil.
“Let’s go quickly.”
“Fire!”
The two sentences struck Cordelia’s ears at the same time. Of course, the latter caught her attention the most. The
quiet inn began to murmur with the urgent voice. Gashil didn’t even blink at the commotion. He grabbed the reins of the horse that Belluce had brought and came towards Cordelia.
“Do you need help?”
“No. I can ride by myself. But Lord Gashil.”
It was suspicious to anyone who saw the fire that started right behind the man who came smelling of oil. She squinted her eyes and mounted the horse herself.
“Did Lord Gyeong do it?”
“Yes. “I set fire to the wagon that had stored food, so I don’t have the energy to worry about this.”
He agreed without the slightest hesitation. With his quiet and calm personality, he didn’t expect that he would do something so bold as set fire to the Marquis’s wagon.
The three of them quickly left the village on their horses. It was a dark night, so they couldn’t speed up, but they were able to discover a new village when dawn broke.
Their eyelids were heavy because they hadn’t slept at all all day. They found a suitable inn, slept for a few hours, and set off again.
After two days of riding without proper rest, they soon came close to the castle walls of Yebo Delrim.
“It must have been a tough schedule, but thank you for following me.”
Gasil said as they passed through the gate. They were tense in case the Marquis sent someone, but Gasil’s strategy worked well, and no one was chasing them.
“It was two days, so I could barely hold out. You two must be tired, but let’s go to Atile Town House. I’ll go see my father this way.”
“It’s okay.”
Not only did he leave, but Belluce also glared and refused to leave Cordelia’s side. In the end, Cordelia had no choice but to go to the address where the letter was sent with the two men. To be honest, it wasn’t because she was considerate of them, but because she didn’t want to reveal her shameful circumstances.
‘Please, just say a polite final goodbye.’
That was all she wanted.
When she went to the address written on the envelope, she saw an old mansion that was almost falling apart. Even that wasn’t fully used; it was a room on the top floor of the third floor.
She knocked on the old wooden door and a young servant opened it slightly and welcomed the guest.
“Who are you?”
“I came to see Elector Vasquez.”
“Oh. Wait a minute!”
The servant rudely left Cordelia standing and refused to open the door. There was a clattering sound inside. The moment she heard that sound, an uneasy intuition passed through Cordelia.
“D, come in.”
After about five minutes, the door opened again. As she went inside, she could smell the familiar scent of alcohol that always came from her father.
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