I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 118



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Love
2024.02.26.

I missed Leonard so much. Thinking back, I had never been away from him this long, except when I went to Abrams to attend Craig’s funeral.

“I like you.”

His eyes, which had said so calmly, came to mind. They were filled with unquestioning, straightforward confidence. Cordelia found it both strange and surprising.

“Why on earth does he like me?”

Compared to Leonard, he had nothing, and he wasn’t as beautiful as Lydia, and he had even been married once. So how on earth did Leonard fall in love?

“Love. Love… …”

Cordelia muttered as if she had never heard the word before.

Of course, she also thought of her teacher as special. He had pulled Cordelia out of that hellish quagmire and allowed her to live like a human being, so he was more special and precious than anyone else in the world.

The longer we are apart, the more I miss him, and he is the first thing I think of when I open my eyes in the morning, but I don’t know if it’s close to the ‘love’ he talks about.

I’d rather have an answer if we met face to face.

‘I should have just ignored whatever letter my father sent me.’

If it weren’t for that letter, if I had ignored whatever it said, I would have avoided this pathetic situation by now.

Cordelia felt guilty as she fiddled with the ring Leonard had given her. She must have been complacent even though she had just been kidnapped. Who would have thought Anton would bribe her father to prevent him from using magic?

By then, it had become suspicious that the first kidnapping had been so sloppy. It seemed as if he had done it on purpose to see what Cordelia could do and what she had, or to let her guard down.

Chelsea didn’t come back. Cordelia got tired of waiting for her, so she got up and walked around the patio. The sun was quite strong, but not so strong that she couldn’t walk.

At that moment, someone grabbed her shoulder hard.

“Huh?”

“Why are you here alone without a maid? What if you collapse?”

Anton had come running from afar, his face as red as his hair. In his other hand, he was holding the parasol Chelsea had left behind.

He quickly placed the parasol over Cordelia’s head. Cordelia didn’t feel entirely happy about Anton’s strange kindness. And the way he spoke. It was even more awkward because it seemed to reflect his own daughter.

“Let’s go to the shade.”

“Elector Embley.”

Cordelia gently pulled away from his shoulder and took a step back.

“I think you’ve already forgotten that you kidnapped me and fed me poison that melted my insides.”

“… … .”

“I’m not the Elector’s daughter.”

“I know. You’re not our Rosie. Rosie… … .”

He stopped mid-sentence. Then he stared down at Cordelia again. Cordelia noticed a variety of emotions swirling in Anton’s eyes, but she couldn’t tell whether it was longing, anger, or sadness.

“If Rosie was healthy, she could have walked around without an umbrella in broad daylight like you.”

“If you miss your daughter, don’t do this to me and go to Angsnes.”

When she asked Chelsea about Rosaline’s whereabouts, she smiled vaguely and said, “The young lady is not feeling well and has gone to Angsnes to recuperate.”

Cordelia thought Rosaline was hiding on purpose because she had a child without a husband.

“Rosaline.”

Anton closed his eyes and put the name in his mouth for a long time before swallowing it.

Cordelia stared at Anton. His actions were full of contradictions, considering that he was the one who bribed her father to kidnap her and poison her.

He didn’t seem to be even forty yet, but sometimes his eyes looked empty like those of an old man in his sixties.

Anton moved his lips without saying a word, then grabbed her wrist and dragged her. The parasol he was holding fell limply to the floor.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“To Rosie.”

“I heard Rosaline Embly is in Angsene?”

Cordelia was on high alert and used her defensive magic, but for her body that had not yet recovered, it was just a ridiculous robbery, and it collapsed like a sand castle hit by a wave.

“Oh, my lady.”

Chelsea, who was returning with ice tea, ran into her. The maid quickly lowered her eyes when she saw Cordelia, who was held by Anton’s arm.

Anton knew that the servants were looking at them with strange eyes, but he didn’t care.

He went into the mansion and headed to the top floor. It was also a place Cordelia could never enter. As soon as he entered the hallway, the strong scent of roses hit his nose.

He stood in front of a door. And took a deep breath. Cordelia instinctively knew that there was something inside that she could not have imagined.

“Ugh.”

When Anton opened the door, the strong scent of roses rushed in, making her frown. It was like a rose garden squeezed and concentrated.

Looking around the room, she could see that her thoughts were not exaggerated. The place was decorated with roses of all colors, but the highlight was a woman lying on a bed, buried in rose petals.

“Oh my God… …”

Anton let go of Cordelia’s wrist and staggered toward the bed. Then he touched his daughter’s face very naturally. The freezing spell made his fingertips tingle, but he didn’t care.

“Rosie, Rosie.”

No matter how much makeup he put on and how strong the scent of roses was to hide the smell of decay, the living and the dead were different.

Having been with Craig’s body for several months, Rosaline’s current condition was not that of a day or two after she had died.

“Atilio will be here soon, since he must have heard that you are here.”

He lifted himself up, giving his daughter a short kiss on the forehead. The sorrow of losing his child was overflowing and consuming him.

Only then did Cordelia understand why Anton’s eyes had been unable to express any emotion. His heart was shattered and he could not hold anything.

“Even though you are the strongest wizard in Ershe, you cannot bring back the dead.”

She swallowed her saliva and carefully opened her mouth.

“You are alive.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, Master. You came back from the dead. Why can’t you bring back my daughter?”

“What do you mean? Master has never died in the first place. Transferring a soul is completely different from being resurrected.”

“Then why don’t you transfer my daughter’s soul back?”

He was making absurd excuses. At least that’s what Cordelia thought.

“They say there’s a magic that’s been passed down in the Attila family that can bring back the dead.”

“Huh? No way, there can’t be such a magic. And resurrection magic is taboo. Just trying it is excommunication. Don’t you think the Elector Count knows that?”

“Well, what’s the difference between transferring a soul and coming back from the dead?”

“They’re completely different. Oh my gosh, the reason you poisoned me and brought your master here was to bring back Miss Embly?”

“If it’s Attila, he’ll bring my daughter back to life as well. Rosie will be waiting for me.”

They couldn’t understand each other. Anton already firmly believed what he wanted to believe, so no matter what Cordelia said, it was useless.

Anton, who was gently stroking Rosaline’s arm, looked at Cordelia for the first time since coming out of this room.

“I have no regrets about you. If your master cooperates with me obediently, I’ll tell you the antidote. If you take the antidote at the right time, you will be able to fully survive.”

“No, I told you that resurrection is impossible in the first place. It is unfortunate that Miss Embly left this world at such a young age, but… … .”

“My daughter is not dead yet! Her soul is still here with her somewhere!”

Anton shouted before Cordelia could finish her words. Unlike his usual gentle demeanor toward her, he was overbearing, as if he was dealing with the person who stabbed and killed his own daughter. However, Cordelia did not get scared or back down.

“Don’t make a foolish choice, Elector Count. What would you gain by fighting Attila and Chuck?”

“I don’t need anything if my daughter comes back alive. If you understand even a tenth of how I feel, you will not dare to criticize me.”

Anton shouted, breathing heavily. Although it was a shout, the emotions contained in it were filled with despair. His eyes turned red.

“How did I raise and protect my daughter. “The only daughter Lara left behind when she died. My daughter, my treasure, my heart… …”

“Elector Count.”

Cordelia took a step closer to him and carefully grabbed his hand. Anton looked at Cordelia in surprise, but couldn’t shake off her weak touch.

“The dead cannot be brought back to life.”

“What do you know? Attila would definitely know a way. He would surely know a way to bring our Logie back to life.” “

As the Elector Count said, I am still young and don’t know much, but I do know one unchanging truth in the world. The dead can never return to us.”

“… …”

Cordelia grabbed Anton’s hand with a little more force. Even though his hand was much larger and stronger than hers, he felt it tremble.

“Master did not come back from the dead, but separated his soul from his body and then returned to his original body. I witnessed the whole process right here. Besides, in order to perform that magic, Miss Embly would have to be as great a sorceress as Master.”

“No, you are wrong.”

“I have never given birth to a child, nor have I ever lost one, so I cannot dare to fathom the feelings of an Elector Count, but I know that you have to let go when a loved one leaves you. My mother passed away after a long illness.”

She continued to persuade him calmly. Anton’s anxious eyes, filled with anger and sadness, gradually calmed down.