I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 46



Only Krnovel

Forecast Delrim
2023.12.16.

“But if it’s been three days, wouldn’t Craig’s body have rotted?”

“Don’t worry. I cast a freezing spell.”

“Wow, there’s such a spell? That’s amazing.”

“It’s not that amazing compared to the spells you’ll learn in the future.”

I thought I forgot about that special training, but it seems I haven’t forgotten at all.

Cordelia’s face darkened in an instant.

“I just woke up from a major injury… … .”

“So? Does your side still hurt? So much so that

you can’t even hold a pen?” “It doesn’t hurt, but I’m

deeply hurt… … .” “I’m the one deeply hurt. You just imagined things and misunderstood.”

“S-what did the Master

get hurt by?” “You used your students as a medium to throw away your blood, and you branded me a heartless, merciless person. Wouldn’t you be hurt?”

“That, that.”

Cordelia had nothing to say, so she just moved her lips. She bowed her head.

“I’m sorry. That was really my misunderstanding. Our Master would never do that.”

“Huh.”

“But even if Master really used me as a medium, I would have accepted it.”

“Why?”

“Huh?”

“Why would you accept that? You should either rebel, run away, or fight back.”

“Uh… … . Don’t you like it when I obey?”

“You usually don’t listen to me no matter what, but you only listen to me at times like this? Am I being a pervert?” “

I told you I wouldn’t listen to you no matter what… … .”

“You grumble whenever I tell you to do something. Just look at it now. When I say special training, you suddenly say you’re hurt and try to lie down.”

“No, I’m just saying this because I brought it up. I was a patient just ten minutes ago. But how can you just tell me to do special training as soon as a patient wakes up without even asking if I’m okay? Isn’t that a bit too much?”

“I know you’re okay because I’ve been watching you for three days. I’m saying this because I’m talking. How can you believe everything Beluche says and cry and make a fuss? Don’t you even think about asking me? What do you think of your teacher?”

The teacher and the student never backed down. They let out all the words that had been piling up.

As they had that conversation that wasn’t a conversation, Cordelia began to speak more honestly about her feelings.

“When I went to the magic alliance, everyone looked at me with envy because I said I was your disciple.”

“Do you understand now?”

“That’s why I thought about it even more. Why did you take me as your disciple? There must have been many people smarter and more talented than me. And when Beluche said that at that time… … . I just understood. Oh, so that’s why the teacher took me as his disciple.”

“There were people smarter and more talented than you. Of course.”

“… … .”

“But you’re not.”

“… … .”

“I’m dumber than you are now, and of course, theoretically, it’s impossible to be dumber than this. Even if you didn’t have the talent to see magic, I would have accepted you as my disciple. I accepted Cordelia Vasquez as my disciple. I didn’t accept you because you were smart and talented.”

“… … .”

“Are you crying?”

“Sobbing. I’m so touched. Master. Sobbing.”

It wasn’t just empty words, it really touched my heart. It was even more touching because it was something I had never heard before, something Cordelia herself had allowed.

No one in the world had ever told Cordelia that she was okay just because she was her own self.

Her father always said that Cordelia was a useless woman, and in Abrams, she was looked down upon as a useless parasite who couldn’t bear children. She thought

that if she couldn’t prove her usefulness, she would be abandoned. Leonard thought the same, but he was sincere to her. Rather, it was Cordelia who thought that she should learn some auxiliary magic and run away. She felt embarrassed.

“Are you done crying?”

“Yes. Hmph. I really worked hard… … .”

“If you’re done, open the book. “I’m going to make up for all the playing around until today.”

“… … .”

He had a natural talent for stopping a woman’s tears. In an instant, the tears dried and her emotions shattered.

* * *

If Leonard was going to reclaim Attila, the party needed to hurry. They continued camping in the forest, rarely stopping at villages, in order to go to the capital by the shortest route.

“Hoooo… … .”

Cordelia stumbled and got out of the carriage. It was definitely noon when she woke up, but the sun was setting.

As she came down, the Baron approached her with a welcoming face.

“Lady Cordelia. How are you feeling?”

“Ah. Baron.”

“The master was really worried. The wound was deeper than he thought, so it took a long time to stitch it up.”

“Was it?”

She turned around and felt around the wound. It still hurt when I pressed it, but it wasn’t enough to interfere with my daily life.

“I tried my best to make sure there wasn’t a scar, but the wound was quite large, so there will be one.”

“It’s okay. You won’t be getting married again anyway.”

A woman with a scar is at a disadvantage in the marriage market, but Cordelia was already married, so it didn’t really matter.

“And Beluce.”

“Why Beluce?”

“He also asked me when Cordelia would wake up.”

“Hmm?”

Not when she would die?

Cordelia narrowed her eyes and looked at the knight chopping firewood from afar. Baron laughed lightly.

“It was Beluce who carried Cordelia on his back whenever we moved. He did it on his own, even though I didn’t ask him to.”

“I see?”

Cordelia’s eyes sparkled at his words and she quickly walked up to Beluce. When he was hanging around the wood-cutting area for no reason, Beluce frowned and said

, “What are you doing? Get out of my way, you’re bothering me.”

“Were you worried about me?”

“What are you worried about? If you were dead, I would have taken the bracelet.”

Beluce said bluntly and turned her gaze to the wood. However, her tone was not as sharp or sarcastic as before.

“Hey, I heard from Baron that you were really worried about me.”

“Don’t believe that old dog. He exaggerates everything.”

“Then I guess I was just a little worried, not really worried.”

“I said I wasn’t worried.”

“But I’m loyal, right? I didn’t abandon Beluce and protected him until the end.”

“Huh.”

He swallowed the thought that he was on the verge of running away. No matter what his feelings were, it was true that he didn’t run away without him.

In the midst of their bickering, Leonard called Beluce from afar. Beluce immediately ran to him.

“Did you call?”

“Take this out.”

Leonard pointed to Maximilian, who was tied up on the carriage. Belluce set Maximilian down roughly enough to make a thud.

Leonard untied Maximilian’s gag and spoke in a rather affectionate voice.

“Are you thirsty?”

He threw the leather water jug ​​on his waist to the floor. Maximilian glared at it. Cordelia looked

at Maximilian’s face out of the corner of her eye.

It had only been three days, but he had changed remarkably. There was only venom in his eyes, and his cheeks had sunken in. His smooth, glossy face had aged him by ten years. Given

his personality, she had thought Maximilian would refuse, but he silently crawled over and put his mouth to the jug. He must have been very thirsty.

“What are you doing? Get dinner ready.”

“Oh, yes, yes!”

Leonard said. Cordelia took her eyes off Maximilian and hurried to help prepare dinner.

It was unclear exactly what happened between the two in the forest that day, but it seemed that the match was definitely decided.

What she was curious about was why they dragged him alive instead of killing him.

“Of course, it’s to take him to the council and put him on trial.”

As always, it was Baron who answered her curiosity.

“The council? So we’re going to the capital right now?”

“Oh dear. I didn’t tell you. That’s right. We’re going straight to Yevo Delim.”

The council, Ershe’s highest decision-making body. There, over twenty powerful people make decisions on various matters such as succession to the title, trials, and legislation.

And of course, the council is located in Yevo Delim, the capital.

“We need to hold a trial to reveal Maximilian’s atrocities and reclaim the position of the head of the household.”

“And then kill Maximilian?”

“Right away is difficult. A trial takes at least one to three years, and we have to wait until all the verdicts are in.”

“Then why do you insist on holding a trial?”

Cordelia felt genuinely curious. Given Leonard’s personality, there seemed no reason to drag it out for three years and keep Maximilian alive.

“It would be a waste to just kill him.”

Leonard said as he plopped down next to her. Cordelia absentmindedly glanced at his profile, then stared at the bonfire in front of her in surprise. It was a face that made her heart race when she looked straight at it.

“It’s a waste?”

“Oh. Maximilian went through all the trouble and effort to kill me, so it would be such a shame if I just killed him. I’ll hold a grand trial and make all the people of Ershe spit on his body.”

It was truly Leonard’s remark. Cordelia couldn’t help but admire his dirty temper.

“What if Maximilian escapes from prison and takes revenge on his master?”

“Revenge? Haha. How can magic be so sinless?”

“Well, he could sneak up and attack him.”

“It would be fun if Maximilian really did that. Should I release the hunting dogs and have them eat his limbs one by one?”

“… … .”

“You’ve lived your whole life as a magician, so do you think you can live even a day as a normal person? His current life is hell. That’s why I’m going to go to trial.”

Now she could understand a little why he was keeping his life. As Leonard had said, Maximilian, who had completely lost his magic, seemed unlikely to fight against him again.

“But when the trial is held, will all eight families come?”

“That could be the case, and it couldn’t be the case. Why?”

“I was wondering if my father might come too… … .”

Cordelia’s complexion immediately darkened.