I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 51



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Forecast Delim
2023.12.21.

Soon after, a letter with the king’s seal left the palace. Once all the members of the council have been delivered, they will gather in the palace to discuss Maximilian’s trial.
The real fight begins after that.

In fact, evidence and arguments are secondary. More important is who can bring more support to their side behind the scenes.

“Please forgive my rudeness in leaving first. Your Majesty.”

Anton abruptly got up from his chair before the king could give permission and kicked out of the reception room with a slight bow. He didn’t forget to glare at Maximilian, who was curled up on the floor, as he left.

Gabriel didn’t care about Anton’s rudeness. He simply pointed at Maximilian on the floor with his finger and said.

“Get that dirty thing out of my sight. It makes me sick.”

At Gabriel’s command, the servants who had been waiting behind him quietly approached and dragged Maximilian away. Then, without being told to, he opened the window to ventilate the room.

Only then did Gabriel loosen his frowning eyebrows, as if he was finally starting to feel better. He asked Leonard,

“Are you sure it’s Embly?”

“I learned not to say anything you can’t take responsibility for.”

“Huh. Your words are slick.”

Gabriel snorted and looked Leonard up and down.

“By the way, you came back to life even after you killed him. Are you some kind of immortal?”

“No way. You were lucky.”

“On the other hand, Embly is really unlucky to have such a monster as an enemy.”

“But why? Was there a reason Embly joined hands with Maximilian?”

Diana, who had been quietly staying, asked. The reason was also the answer Leonard wanted to know the most. When Leonard simply shrugged, Gabriel waved his hand.

“Let’s think about the headache later. By the way, you’re Attila’s disciple?”

“… … Yes?”

“How on earth did you manage to get that dirty-tempered person to become your disciple?”

The atmosphere lightened a bit when the topic shifted to Cordelia. Gabriel stared intently at Cordelia’s face and asked. Cordelia swallowed once in nervousness before finally opening her mouth.

“The Master happened to come to where I was and we met, and he told me that I had magical talent, so we became disciples.”

“What’s so great about your talent that you took me as your disciple?”

“Why do you keep asking? It’s just moderately great.”

Leonard answered Gabriel’s question indifferently. Diana openly looked at Cordelia with an inquisitive gaze.

“Vasquez’s lucky charm. The only disciple of Attila. Elector Count Vasquez would be proud.”

Boasting.

Cordelia smiled bitterly inside. Would her father be proud if he found out that she was a magician? Even though she

knew that it wouldn’t be the case, she felt a little excited.

There was a glimmer of hope that if he knew that she was Attila’s disciple, his attitude toward her would improve just a little.

“Oh, come to think of it, there’s a banquet at my mansion next week. Would you mind attending and brightening up the place? Attila’s disciple? Everyone will be curious.”
“Oh, it would be an honor. If you would just invite me… …”

Cordelia was a little taken aback by the unexpected invitation, but she was also happy.

The Golden Lion Saracen’s banquet was famous for being a place where only the most powerful people in Ershe or famous artists were invited, and depending on who was invited, it was influential enough to shake up the social circle. It was a place she couldn’t even dream of.

Cordelia’s cheeks flushed red with excitement.

* * *

“You idiot!”

Anton couldn’t control his boiling anger and threw everything he could get his hands on. His adjutant, Baron Ruthon, took a step back and waited for his anger to subside.

“If you catch me, kill yourself! “That bastard is going to put Embly on trial.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to kill Maximilian and silence him before the trial begins?”

“He’s already in the palace, how can he do that? If he gets caught, wouldn’t it be like admitting that he’s in the same group as Maximilian?”

“Hiring mercenaries so that there’s no trouble…”

“What do you mean, father?”

The office door seemed to have been blown open by the wind. His only daughter, Rosaline Embly, was standing there.

“Maximilian is in the palace? Why?”

“Rosaline. Go back to your room.”

“Was the Atilei seal that appeared in the sky yesterday Leonard’s?”

“It’s none of your concern.”

Anton pulled the rope, ignoring his daughter’s gaze. A servant soon came into the room.

“You called, my lord.”

“Take Rosaline to her room.”

“Father!”

“Miss, I will take you to your room.”

The servant approached Rosaline. However, Rosaline shook off the servant’s hand and approached Anton.

“Tell me. Has Leonard Attila returned? Then what will happen to Maximilian?”

“… … Rosaline.”

“W-will Maximilian die?”

Her lips trembled. No, actually, it wasn’t her lips, but her entire body trembled. As she staggered as if she would collapse at any moment, Anton panicked and grabbed his daughter’s arm tightly.

“Elector Attila has demanded a trial. We don’t know what will happen right now.”

“Since she failed to kill the head of the household, isn’t the end result the death penalty?”

“… … We can’t rule that out.”

In fact, the probability of being sentenced to death was very high, but Anton made a roundabout way of saying it. Rosaline’s face turned pale in an instant.

“Then… … .”

Rosaline’s cheeks had been filled with tears since some time ago. She looked up at her father with amber eyes that resembled Anton’s.

“What will happen to me now, father?”

“… … .”

“What about my child?”

Anton could not easily answer that question. Anton remembered

all the nights.

The night his wife left him, saying she was leaving him to take care of their daughter, the night the doctor said that his young daughter had a deformed heart and would not live long, the night his daughter, who he would not mind giving his heart to, confessed that she was pregnant with Maximilian’s child.

“Go to Angsene. It’s warm there, so think of it as a rest.”

“Father… … .”

“It will be better to have a child there. So forget about Maximilian and move on.”

It was Maximilian’s seed that would be unsatisfactory even if he were to tear it apart, but it was also the child of his beloved daughter.

When he called Maximilian in and demanded responsibility, he said that of course he would do so, but at the same time he made an absurd condition.

‘I want to become the head of Attila.’

‘Are you in your right mind? Are you saying this because you don’t know who your brother is?’

‘If the Elector helps, what can’t we achieve? Rosaline should be able to share in the glory of the White Snake. Doesn’t the child need a father?’

The last sentence was nothing short of a threat.

There was no choice. Even if Rosaline was Embly’s only daughter, women who gave birth to children without a husband were ostracized in aristocratic society.

Anton gritted his teeth and joined hands with Maximilian.

It was a reckless plan from the beginning.

Leonard was the most powerful magician in Ershe, and killing him was almost like gambling. Fortunately, Maximilian had succeeded in killing him, but Leonard’s body was never found, and he was anxious the whole time.

However, Leonard had not shown up for three months, and Anton was relieved.

However, as if mocking his feelings, the White Snake covered the entire sky last night.

“Please save Maximilian. Father.”

“That’s ridiculous! Forget about him now.”

“Father, please. You can do it.”

The daughter cried and shook her father’s arm. But this time, Anton was firm.

“He’s already in the palace prison. How can I save him? Besides, he tried to kill the head of the household, just like you said. It’ll be hard to avoid the death penalty.”

“I love him. If Maximilian dies, how can I raise the child alone?”

“Don’t worry about the child. The child will be adopted under me and grow up as Embly.”

He let out a short sigh. Rosaline bit her lip while hugging her belly.

“So, get ready to go to Angsene.”

“Father!”

Anton barely managed to soothe and comfort his daughter before sending her back to the room. As soon as he confirmed that she had left, a frost formed on Anton’s face.

“We must stop the trial at all costs.”

“The best way is for Maximilian to die… … .”

“Even if we kill him as a last resort, it won’t be before Rosie gives birth. She’s already weak, so if she gets shocked and miscarries, she won’t be able to.”

Since she had a weak heart, it was obvious that her body would not be able to handle it if she had a miscarriage. Furthermore, he had already sent his wife to heaven from childbirth fever.

Baron Ruson, who had been standing far away, stepped forward and said,

“Then how about using the nobles of the council and the other electors to postpone the trial?”

“Postponement? On what basis?”

“It’s up to you to come up with a reason.”

“Hmm.”

Anton touched his chin. Since formalities and procedures were important, there would be many things to find fault with if you looked for them.

“Lopez and Saracen will wait and see as usual, and Elfenbaum will side with Attila.”

“That leaves Hillrust and Vasquez.”

“I guess we’ll have to call those two to Yebo Delrim and postpone the trial as much as possible.”

“Yes, I’ll send messengers to Hillrust and Vasquez immediately.”