I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 119



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Love
2024.02.27.

“Before Lara died, she told me. She said she was leaving our child in her care. I couldn’t protect my wife, and I can’t lose my child, Rosalind, so pointlessly.”

He muttered, shrugging his shoulders. His voice was small and weak, so he couldn’t believe that he was the same man who had just screamed with his eyes shining.

Even now, when he closes his eyes, he remembers the face of his wife that he saw for the last time.

The blood-soaked delivery room was a scary place even for Anton, who had already been knighted. He stroked his wife’s pale cheek and shed tears silently.

“Please don’t leave me, Lara. How can I raise a child without you?”

“Anton. The child looks like you.”

“You are more important than the child.”

“Come and see. Your hair and nose are exactly like yours.”

Anton held Rosalind for the first time, led by his wife’s hand. It was so small, red, and wrinkled that he didn’t think it was pretty at all. Rather, he felt resentful at the thought that his wife would die because of this child, and he even had cruel thoughts that he wished the child would disappear.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that. Please don’t say that. Lara, God. Please, please.”

Anton held his wife’s hand as she lost focus and begged. Born as the eldest son of Embly, he had never imagined living a life without any lack, but if someone had told him at that time that they would save his wife, he would have knelt before them without hesitation.

“Please take care of our child.”

Those were the last words Lara uttered. His wife suffered for three days after that and finally passed away.

Anton roughly washed his face, putting aside the vivid recollections that seemed like yesterday.

“She’s the child that Lara protected with her life. And Rosaline is only eighteen. There are still many things she hasn’t done and wants to do. But, but.”

“Miss Embly must have lived a happy life.”

“How do you know that? You’ve never met Rosaline.”

“I would have been happy if I had a father like you.”

“… … .”

Cordelia said sincerely. Perhaps if Pablo Vasquez had shown her even half the kindness Anton had shown her, she would never have left her father’s side for the rest of her life.

Anton’s expression became complicated. He moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

“So let me go. The living and the dead have different paths to take.”

“Who determined those paths?”

An unexpected voice burst out, and Cordelia and Anton turned their heads to one side at the same time. Surprisingly or not surprisingly, Maximilian was standing in the doorway.

He walked with a severe limp.

“Don’t be fooled by that woman’s cunning tongue, Elector.”

“It was you, after all. The one who told the Elector such nonsense.”

“What do you know that you dare to open your mouth? “It seems that Vasquez , who has fallen and is left with nothing but debt, does not know, but since the sacred eight families have inherited their secrets one by one.”

Maximilian threw away the politeness he had shown, baring his teeth at Cordelia and fiercely attacking her.

Seeing him, Cordelia was convinced that Maximilian’s words were false. This was because he seemed to be desperate, unlike his old self who used to mock others with unpleasant politeness.

“That secret is a magic about resurrection? When the Elector Count lost his daughter, you whispered that the magic existed in Attila, and you persuaded me to kidnap him and poison him, right?”

“Acheron’s future is bleak, to say nothing of it. How can such an idiot be the only successor?”

“Rebut what I said properly. Why did you suddenly bring Acheron, who has nothing to do with you? What does it matter whether Acheron’s future is bleak or bright?”

Cordelia crossed her arms and openly laughed at Maximilian. Maximilian’s expression became strangely distorted.

“You only used me and the Elector Count Embly to get revenge on your master.”

“Leonard knew full well that Rosaline wasn’t with me when I fled to Angsene, but he attacked the carriage Rosaline was riding in! Because of that, Rosaline died in a hurry while giving birth. Ultimately, the beginning of this tragedy was Leonard Attila.”

“Let’s talk straight. If what you say is true, Miss Embly died because of a difficult birth. To be more precise, it’s your fault for impregnating Miss Embly, who was already weak and young.”

“Don’t talk nonsense when you don’t know anything. We were in love.”

“Love? If you really loved Miss Embly, you wouldn’t have dared to have sex with an unmarried woman and impregnate her. You should know how fatal that is to a woman in Ershe. So don’t say anything with your dirty mouth. “Because that’s just a dirty, irresponsible lust.”

Cordelia glared at Maximilian without even taking a breath. The more she spoke, the angrier she became. Not only did she seduce a young girl into becoming pregnant, but she also used her death to control and shake up her father, which was extremely disgusting.

“If you were a person who knew shame, you should have hung yourself in the palace prison. How dare you think of walking into Embly?”

“Your tongue is too presumptuous.”

“Is my tongue the only thing you can criticize? It’s nothing compared to the terrible things you’ve done.”

Maximilian’s face turned a rare shade of red at Cordelia’s sarcasm. He chewed on his anger, but perhaps unable to completely swallow it, he reached for the sword hanging on his left waist. Anton, who noticed it first, warned him.

“Don’t show your dirty side in front of my daughter. The reason I should keep you alive is gradually disappearing.”

“… … I’m sorry, Elector.”

Maximilian clenched his teeth and took a deep breath. He had to hold back for now. There weren’t many days left before he could crush Cordelia Vasquez’s splendid face.

“Please forgive me for my disgrace. But please know that the document I showed you, the Elector, is the truth without a single lie.”

“Get out. And if you ever enter my daughter’s room without permission again, I won’t forgive you.”

Anton sternly pushed Maximilian out of the room. Maximilian’s blushing expression seemed to have been a lie, and he politely bowed before leaving. After confirming

that Maximilian had completely left, Cordelia said to Anton,

“Maximilian is only using the Elector as a means of revenge. Just as he used Miss Embly to satisfy his lust.”

“Watch your mouth.”

He furrowed his brows, perhaps offended by Cordelia’s words. If it had been a normal day, Cordelia would have said it more gently, but there was no time.

“Rosaline Embley died giving birth. Whose child was it? Why did the young and unwell Miss Embley have to run away to Angsene and die giving birth? Why did Maximilian tell her after her death that there was a magic that could bring the dead back to life?”

“… … Stop it.”

“Why did you insist on poisoning and threatening Leonard Attila’s only disciple when finding another way would have been a better way to avoid conflict?”

“Stop it!”

Anton flailed his hands as if in pain. Cordelia stopped talking and took a breath.

“Open your eyes, Elector. Anyone can see the truth if they see with clear eyes.”

* * *

It was unclear whether Cordelia’s sincere persuasion had reached Anton or not. Since that day, Anton had been noticeably avoiding Cordelia. She was very frustrated with Anton’s attitude, but she acknowledged that he needed time.

In addition, the atmosphere in the castle was not good because of the ominous news that was spreading little by little.

“People are coming down from the north.”

“Surely that demon won’t come to Hasimus?”

Nazabut, who had descended into Lydia’s body, had been rampaging throughout Ershe, killing countless innocent people. The damage was especially severe in the north, and the northerners were trembling in fear and fleeing to the south.

The King of Ershe and the Magic Alliance had cooperated to send a demon subjugation force, but it seemed that there had been no significant results yet.

The young maid who had been combing Cordelia’s hair trembled at Chelsea’s words. She blinked her large eyes and muttered,

“Was it that demon that attacked Lady Rosaline?”

“Huh? What?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

The maid quickly shook her head. When Cordelia was about to ask more about it, Chelsea opened her mouth, getting excited.

“Oh, miss. “ Pilgrims are arriving at the castle today.”

“Pilgrims? You mean the Leman priests from Yeratcus?”

“Yes. The master is a devout Lemanist, so he always invites pilgrims to the castle at this time.”

Unlike the people of Ershe, who only went to the temple for weddings and funerals, Yeratcus was a powerful state where all the people believed in and relied on their gods, and the high priest could decide the fate of the country.

“What a surprise. I thought there weren’t many Lemanists in Ershe.”

“The late madam came from Yeratcus. Also, when Lady Rosaline was sick, the Leman priests often prayed for her blessing.”

Cordelia waved them off and tapped her foot. Her body was almost completely recovered now. Although she couldn’t get the antidote and was stuck in Embly, if she could convince Anton, this would actually be an opportunity.

‘I have to capture Maximilian until the master comes.’

She counted the days. It’s already been a week since I arrived in Hashimus, so if Leonard set out after hearing the news, I’ll probably arrive in Embly tomorrow or the day after.