I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 17



Only Krnovel

Master and Disciple
2023.11.17.

“Then can I learn other magic?”

“What?”

He nodded insincerely. Cordelia’s eyes sparkled like stars, her excitement evident.

“I, I! There’s something I’ve always wanted to learn. The way you showed me how to throw fireballs and create wind, oh! I want to learn that. From trees… …”

“Okay. You start with discrimination magic.”

“Huh? What discrimination?”

He brought out a plate filled with all sorts of food ingredients, which he had prepared at some point, and shoved it in front of her.

“Let’s start by finding carrots.”

“Huh? Why carrots all of a sudden?”

The discrimination magic that Leonard had insisted on was actually a very difficult and delicate magic.

It was a high-difficulty magic that even intermediate-level magicians couldn’t easily do, so it was very difficult for Cordelia, who was just a low-level magician, to do.

Cordelia, who had been wrestling with a plate of carrots and onions for days, put down her fork and sighed.

“Why can’t I just learn something else?”

“No. What if I eat something random and die? Huh? Shouldn’t I know what’s in my plate?”

“But it’s too much to ask me to figure out the ingredients for soup stock.”

“What if I make soup stock with peanuts?”

“Who in the world makes soup with peanuts? And it doesn’t matter if I eat that much… … . I want to learn another magic… … .”

“Stop talking nonsense and focus. What’s the third ingredient?”

Leonard said in a cold tone. Cordelia mumbled a weak protest, but it was no use.

In fact, she couldn’t read the worry in her words, so she couldn’t say no strongly.

“Egg?”

“Again.”

This magical training continued through mealtimes, and she spent more time guessing the ingredients than eating her food.

“Pepper!”

“Even if I only had one eyeball, I would know that there was pepper in it. Next.”

“Everything… … .”

“Are you kidding me? Are you confusing it with carrots again?”

“Then let’s go.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that it’s not a potato?”

“Tsk.”

The two even shared food.

The servants looked at her with strange eyes at the sight of two spoons on one plate, but they didn’t notice.

After practicing magic for several days, her skills improved by leaps and bounds.

At first, she had difficulty distinguishing between three or four ingredients, but later she could distinguish between more than ten.

“Salt, sugar, radish, carrot, onion, beef, tomato, basil… … . Oh, and rosemary!”

“Again?”

“There’s more? Ugh, what is it?”

“Oats.”

“Ah. That’s it.”

“Ha… … . Now I’m sick of talking about brains.”

“Honestly, my brain is average. Isn’t it wrong to compare Master to ordinary people?”

“Average? Who said your brain is average? What’s your evidence?”

“You are too much… … .”

At that moment, a knock was heard outside. When the words of permission to come in were given, the maid spoke more cautiously than usual.

“Master, young lady. We have a guest.”

The two people’s reactions to the maid’s words were different. While Leonard’s expression was relaxed, Cordelia’s face was filled with worry. She straightened her back and asked.

“Guest? Who is it?”

“Mr. Jared Abrams has arrived at the north gate.”

* * *

“Welcome. Sir Abrams.”

The words “welcome” did not come out of his mouth. Jared Abrams got out of the carriage and looked around.

“Haha, feel free to call me Jared. Mrs. Abrams. This is the second time I’ve seen you since the wedding. But what about the others? Why aren’t you showing your faces when we have a guest?”

“Ah.”

Cordelia laughed awkwardly. The only ones who came out to greet him in the empty lot were Cordelia and a few servants.

“The lady went to the temple to pray early this morning and hasn’t come back yet, and Craig hasn’t fully recovered yet.”

“Oh, really? It’s such a shame that my dear cousin hasn’t fully recovered yet. I must see him in person.”

“Right now? He just got here, so I’ll just get over my hangover first.”

“Didn’t you hear me? Go ahead.”

He raised his chin haughtily and pointed ahead.

It was unusually rude for a countess, but Cordelia was so used to this kind of treatment that she didn’t even notice anything strange.

When Jared entered the castle with Cordelia in front, the castle was filled with an inexplicable tension.

The servants were busy looking at the two of them and whispering. It was obvious that they were guessing who would become the next earl.

Cordelia knocked lightly on the earl’s door.

“Craig. Sir Jared Abrams is here.”

“Oh, my, he’s probably awake anyway, so why are you asking for permission?”

Before Leonard could answer, Jared opened the door and went inside.

Leonard, who happened to be on the sofa in the living room, made eye contact with Jared.

“Oh, Craig. It’s been a while. Do you recognize me?”

“Well. I guess he’s not that important. What was your name, Jade?”

“What a shame. I guess it’s true that you’re completely crazy. You don’t even know my name.”

Of course, Jared’s face was filled with a broad smile, contrary to his words. After all, he was the one who wanted Craig’s head to be in trouble more than anyone else.

“Your face looks completely ruined. Did you get run over by a carriage wheel?”

“Ha. Your unlucky speech is still the same. Since you don’t seem to remember me, let me introduce myself formally. I’m Jared Abrams. I’ll be in charge of this family in your stead.”

“Hahaha.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Leonard burst out laughing. Jared’s eyebrows twitched.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m surprised at how consistent this family is. It definitely seems like being stupid and dumb runs in the blood.”

“What?”

“Your ears must have been ruined when your face got run over by a wheel. What a shame. Now I understand why you’re risking your life for a count in this remote countryside.”

Cordelia, who was standing behind him, was inwardly impressed. It had only been five minutes since they’d started talking, but Jared’s face had already turned red and blue.

‘You really are talented at making people angry.’

“Ha, let’s see how long that smart mouth can keep being so arrogant!”

Jared grumbled and left the room, unable to find anything else to say. Cordelia made sure the door was completely closed before approaching Leonard.

“Then why did you bring him here? To give him medicine? To make his clothes explode?”

“What are you talking about? We need to find out what he’s doing. He could be Maximilian’s sly.”

“A sly?”

“Unfortunately, it seems impossible with that head.”

The sneer on Leonard’s lips was so strong that Cordelia felt embarrassed.

“Then just leave it alone?”

“Do I have to worry about such a small-time person?”

“Madam, no. That’s true.”

Cordelia felt uneasy at his indifferent tone, as if he was chasing away a bug. Just a month ago, I had been racking my brain over what to do when Jared Abrams came, but it was so vain.

“Then I can just meet him and talk to him normally?”

“Meet him? Why? I don’t have time to waste studying, so why bother

with that idiot?” “Jared is a guest of the castle, and I have a duty to serve him. Starting this evening…”

“Oh. That’s right. There will be another guest.”

“Another guest?”

“Forget that guest and prepare for another guest.”

“Huh? Who’s coming? Who is it?”

Leonard didn’t answer. He simply said that he would find out tomorrow. And exactly at noon the next day, the servant came running to her in a panic.

* * *

“Ingrion? Ingrion?”

“Yes, yes. That’s why the knights have gathered at the gates of Sin.”

The young servant’s cheeks were flushed with excitement. He, too, seemed to want to run to her right away.

The question, “Why here?” rose to the top of her lungs, but Cordelia lightly waved her hand.

“Understood. I’ll be right there.”

“Yes, my lady.”

Although Abrams was a rural area in the northeast, she had heard of Ingrion’s reputation.

Unlike Vasquez, who had only the empty reputation of “The Cleanest Sword,” it was one of the well-known and solid knight families in Ershe.

In other words, it was a family that Abrams would have no connection with even if he died and came back to life.

“Is this the guest that the Master spoke of yesterday?”

Cordelia told her maids to prepare food and bath water and slowly walked toward the castle gate.

She could tell who he was even from afar. Abrams’ knights were swarming around the man riding a huge black horse like bees.

Helena and Lily, who had not been seen for the past few days, were also there.

“Haha. How could such a noble person visit such a shabby place?”

“Oh, I have someone to meet.”

Ingrion replied lightly. Then Lily quickly leaned forward and asked,

“Is there someone you’re looking for?”

“Who is that lady?”

“Oh, my. I’m late in introducing myself. My name is Lily Dahlia. My maiden name is Abrams.”

“She’s my daughter.”

His gaze lingered on Lily and then moved to Cordelia, who was far behind. Ingrion lifted his chin and pointed at her.

“Then what about that one?”

“Ah.”

Helena turned around and smiled awkwardly, confirming the person Ingrion was pointing at with his chin.

“She’s not someone you should be too concerned about… … She’s the one who married my son.”

“Cordelia Abrams.”

Cordelia took a step forward and bowed slightly. Ingrion’s eyes changed when he heard her name.

He walked slowly toward Cordelia. Naturally, the crowd split in half. Their gazes were fixed on the two of them.

The man she faced was bigger than she had thought, and so she felt quite intimidated. Cordelia took a step back without realizing it.

He looked Cordelia up and down somewhat rudely.

There was no sexual meaning to it. Rather, his eyes were dry and seemed to be appraising an object.

“You.”

“Me?”

“The person I was looking for.”

He suddenly smiled softly and said. The corners of his mouth, which had been stiff, relaxed for the first time.

“Me?”

Cordelia blinked, flustered by the unexpected situation.