I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 50



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Forecast Delrim
2023.12.20.

“Even if he’s a king, it’s nothing special. It’s just something that our eight families take turns doing anyway.”

“In the past five hundred years, Vasquez has only been king once.”

“Oh, my. Get going, Vasquez.”

“Oh my.”

It was an answer that was so absurd that it was almost indifferent. Cordelia couldn’t help but laugh. Thanks to that, the tension eased a little.

In the meantime, the carriage stopped and a palace servant opened the carriage door.

At that moment, Cordelia’s body stiffened again. Leonard clicked his tongue, got out first, and held out his hand to her.

“Come here.”

Cordelia quickly linked arms with his. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that she was half-leaning on him because she was so attached to him. Even then, the tension didn’t go away, and her legs trembled.

“Can you move away?”

“I need to borrow your arm for a moment.”

“You’re not borrowing, you’re just going to rip it off?”

“Ahem. His Majesty is waiting inside. Elector and Lady.”

The servant was surprised to see the woman talking to Leonard so casually. She even accompanied him to the palace

. It was more surprising that Leonard, who was thought to be dead, had entered the palace with a woman than that he was alive.

“By the way, do you see a box behind the carriage?”

“Yes? Oh, yes.”

“It’s a gift for His Majesty, so carry it carefully.”

“Understood.”

He followed the servant into the depths of the palace. The garden filled with flowers that had just started to bloom and the interior decorated with gold and jewels were extremely beautiful, but unfortunately, Cordelia’s eyes were not able to see anything.

Finally, only one door was left. When the servant was about to open the door, Leonard opened it without waiting. Cordelia also took a short deep breath and followed him.

“The white snake pattern was not a lie.”

“Elector Attila.”

“… … Attila.”

In the reception room, there was not only King Gabriel of Ershe, but also Diana Saracen, the leader of the Saracens, and Anton Embly, the head of the Embly family.

Gabriel, who was sitting at the head of the table, sighed at his appearance, which was intact and unharmed.

“I never thought there would come a day when I would doubt my own eyes. Is it really you, Leonard Attila?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. It seems that today’s meeting was not private.”

Leonard looked back at Saracen and the Elector Count of Embly in turn. Then Diana stared at Leonard’s face persistently and said,

“I was very curious to know whether the seal you shot into the sky last night was real. Your Majesty kindly allowed Anton and I to enter the palace together.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s only been four months for Saracens, but it’s been a long time for Elector Count of Embly. How have you been?”

“… … There’s no reason not to be well.”

Anton Embly avoided Leonard’s gaze with a face that looked like he had chewed on a stone.

“If you were alive and well, why didn’t you show up?”

“Before that, there is someone I would like to introduce to you, Your Majesty.”

Until then, Cordelia was standing behind Leonard, trembling. Leonard grabbed her shoulders with both hands and pushed her forward.

Cordelia bowed to the king, recalling the etiquette she had learned in a hurry yesterday.

“I, it is an honor to greet you, Your Majesty. I am Cordelia Abrams. Before I got married, I was Vasquez.”

“Vasquez?”

It had been a long time since he heard that name. The sword of Ershe was barely holding on to its name.

Gabriel had been on the throne for almost ten years, but he had only seen the Elector Vasquez on one hand. If the previous Vasquez had not died, then she must have been his child.

Leonard took a step forward at the look in his eyes asking why he was suddenly introducing her.

“She is my disciple.”

Although it was short, the ripple effect of those words was by no means small. The people sitting there all looked surprised.

“What? Attila, you’ve taken on a disciple?”

“I can’t believe it. Attila’s disciple. Didn’t that Grand Duke of Levice refuse you?”

Every magician would want to be his disciple, but it was quite famous that Leonard declared that he would not take on any disciples.

Now, he’s not a child, but a fully grown woman.

Everyone’s curious eyes were fixed on Cordelia. Cordelia felt burdened by those gazes and lowered her head. When Leonard happened to sit down, she quickly sat down next to him. At

that moment, there was a light knock on the door, and the king’s attendant came and whispered in Gabriel’s ear. Gabriel frowned and asked,

“What did Attila bring?”

“It seems that my gift for Your Majesty has arrived.”

Gabriel gestured as if to bring it. Then two men came inside, muttering and carrying a large box.

For the first time since coming to the palace, a smile appeared on Leonard’s lips.

“You asked me why I didn’t show myself to you?”

He stood next to the box and clenched his fists tightly in the air. At that moment, the box shattered into pieces with a thud. The stench that had been trapped soon filled the inside.

“This is the answer.”

“Ugh.”

“Oh my God. What the hell is this… .”

“What have you brought to the palace?”

Inside the wreckage of the broken box was a person who barely retained his human form.

His hair was matted from not having been washed for a long time, his body was emaciated, and his clothes were torn here and there. It was so shabby that even Cordelia couldn’t remember it being Maximilian.

“What is this?”

Gabriel asked, covering his nose with his sleeve. Leonard dragged his brother inside the box and threw him into the center.

“The murderer who killed me. My brother, Maximilian.”

“… … What?”

The king could not think of closing his gaping mouth. Anton Embly could not take his eyes off the filthy beast-like person as if he could not believe that it was Maximilian.

Maximilian suddenly saw the light and crawled on the floor without even opening his eyes properly.

“Ugh… … .”

“My brother dug up my mother’s grave, took out the remains, and used them as bait to trap me and kill me. That’s why I have not shown myself all this time.”

Then Saracen looked back and forth between Leonard and Maximilian as if he did not understand, and asked back.

“Killed you? You mean that you were wounded badly enough to die?”

“No. It means that your body literally died.”

“Then you in front of me are a ghost or something?”

“When Maximilian stabbed me to death, the connection between my soul and my body loosened, and at that moment, he used soul transfer magic to temporarily transfer my soul to another body and then returned to his original body.”

“Soul, what?”

The other three, except Cordelia, did not understand even half of Leonard’s explanation. Leonard waved his hand as if he was annoyed.

“Just understand that that bastard killed me and I came back to life.”

“Is that possible?”

“Don’t ask again, Saracen. You won’t understand even if I explain it to you.”

Saracen nodded without much of a hitch despite the blatant disdain.

“Well, that’s not the point.”

“Yes. Good. I understand. Elector Attila. You’ve had some unpleasant experiences for the past three months. Why did you bring him here to me? You can handle it yourself.”

“Of course, it’s to put my brother on trial. Please convene the council and hold a trial.”

The council held regular meetings once every three months to conduct business, but in order to hold the trial Leonard requested, he had to summon them separately with the king’s authority.

The expressions of the three changed at the word trial. Gabriel sighed as if he had a headache, Saracen looked puzzled, and Embly glared at Maximilian as if he was going to kill him.

“Ha. A trial… … . Do we really have to do it?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to hold a trial that will require at least a year of defense, evidence, and all sorts of annoying procedures?”

“Yes. I will.”

“Why on earth?”

When Leonard showed his firm resolve, Gabriel pointed at Maximilian with an extremely annoyed look.

“Just take him and kill him. I don’t care if you cut off his head and display it on Attila’s main island or flay his flesh.”

“Of course, that would be easier and faster, but if you want to punish his accomplices as well, this is the only way.”

“Accomplices?”

“What do you mean?”

Anton spoke for the first time in a long while. Leonard met Anton Embly’s eyes without avoiding them. An invisible tension hovered between the two men.

“What are you talking about. “There is a madman who helped Maximilian interfere with Attila’s succession.”

“… … .”

“I intend to make him pay for his crimes.”

Anton chewed hard on the inside of his molars. Leonard stared at Anton so openly that everyone’s eyes were focused on him. It seemed to anyone who saw him as someone who was specific.

However, instead of revealing who it was, Leonard turned around and looked at Gabriel.

“For that reason, Your Majesty, I request that you hold a trial.”

“… … I will convene a council at the request of the Elector Attila.”

Leonard’s request was justified, so there was no longer any reason to object. In the end, Gabriel declared the convocation of the council with a face that said he was dying of annoyance.