I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 61



Only Krnovel

Father’s Daughter
2023.12.31.

Anton sent the doctor away and sat alone in the living room chair to catch his breath.

“Whew.”

How much time had passed?

He walked to his daughter’s room again, limping. The nanny was massaging Rosalind’s arms and legs, and when she saw Anton, she jumped up from her seat.

“You’re here, my lord.”

“How is Rosalind?”

“It’s similar to the morning.”

It meant that she wasn’t feeling well. Anton sent the nanny away and sat in the chair she had been sitting in. Then he familiarly massaged his daughter’s arm. It was so dry it looked like a winter tree branch.

“… … Father?”

“Sleep more.”

“I’m thirsty.”

He poured water into a cup on the nightstand and handed it to her. Rosalind couldn’t even swallow it a few times before handing it back.

Anton looked down at the cup he had received for a long time. There was blood inside.

Three months.

The doctor’s words lingered in his ears.

“… … What do you want to do when Maximilian gets out of prison?”

“We’ll go to Angsene together and get married. In the garden where my favorite roses are in full bloom. And we’ll raise the child together… . Oh, father. I’ve thought of a few names for the child.”

Rosaline’s face regained a little color. She chattered like a bird just waking up in the morning, talking about what she wanted to do with Maximilian. Anton took it all in.

My daughter. My treasure. My ocean. My sunshine. My everything.

“Do so.”

“It’s hot in Angsene, so what?”

“Do whatever you want.”

“Oh, father!”

Rosaline suddenly sat up from her half-lying body. Her amber eyes sparkled. Rosaline grabbed Anton’s arm and shook it.

“Are you going to save Maximilian? Are you going to get him out of prison?”

“Yes. I’ll do that, so eat your meals even if you don’t want to. Take your medicine regularly.”

“Of course. “ I’m suddenly hungry. I want to eat.”

“You didn’t even drink water just now. Don’t overdo it.”

“I think I could eat an ox right now.”

Anton just laughed at his daughter’s words. Rosaline wanted to prove her point, so she called the servant and asked him to bring her food.

All she had was a bowl of thin soup, but Anton was satisfied with that. Then the servant quietly came to him and whispered,

“Elector Vasquez has arrived. Shall I bring him in?”

“Vasquez? Yes. Bring him in.”

Anton moved to the drawing room.

Soon after, an old man in splendid clothes limped in.

“Oh, Elector Embly. It’s been a while.”

“Elector Vasquez. It was hard to get here. Sit down.”

He gestured to the chair opposite him with his hand. Pablo Vasquez looked around Embly’s drawing room with greedy eyes, then sat down with a grin.

“Yes. “ I heard you wanted to see me. What’s the matter?”

Pablo’s voice was also extremely arrogant.

“Haha. You’re so impatient. Let’s get straight to the point,

shall we?” “Why waste time?”

“Then I’m fine. But what’s wrong with your leg?”

“Oh, this?”

Pablo tried to suppress the anger that surged up in him the moment he saw his right foot and pretended it was nothing serious.

“It’s nothing. I just got hurt while hunting.”

“Does Vasquez hunt in the spring?”

“What?”

Pablo avoided answering. Anton found it a little strange, but he didn’t press the question. It wasn’t an important matter.

“I don’t think beating around the bush suits either of us, so let’s get straight to the point. Did you hear that Attila is holding a trial?”

“I heard. He’s going to put my brother on trial, right?”

“That’s right. What I want is to prevent that trial from happening.”

“What does that trial have to do with Elector Embly?”

“Attila is going to put Embly on trial. “It’s very unpleasant for me.”

“Oh. Does that mean Embly was somehow involved in the succession to the title of Attila?”

Pablo’s eyes lit up. It was too obvious, as if he had caught a good deal. Anton found it quite disgusting, but he didn’t show it.

“Involved, haha. That’s going to be a big problem. Embly had nothing to do with it, I swear. Attila just wanted to vent his anger. Because I supported Maximilian’s succession to the title when it was reported that he was dead.”

“Isn’t that the same for other families?”

“There were some families who initially opposed burials without a body. I am only guilty of believing what the second son of that family said.”

“Hmm. Well, I understand the situation… … So what is the price for helping you?”

“You don’t ask what I have to do.”

“It depends on the price.”

“Really… … .”

“Really?”

He pushed the word “vulgar” down his throat. Anton smiled at him.

“It’s nice that you are so generous.”

“Haha. Well, I hear that a lot.”

“I will make sure that you don’t feel bad about the price. But before that, I want to make one thing clear.”

“What is it?” “Your daughter, Cordelia Abrams. Isn’t she

Attila’s only disciple?” “Why her?” Pablo immediately frowned as soon as Cordelia’s story came up. “You say you will help me in front, but then you contact my daughter and side with Attila behind her back.” “Oh, don’t worry about that. I won’t be talking to that slutty woman.” “Hmm?” “She’s a very wicked and mean woman. She knows her father so well. She’s just like her mother.” Pablo went on and on about his daughter. His hostility flared up. It was as if they were enemies, not father and daughter. Anton couldn’t understand his way of thinking. Aren’t children the apple of the eye? After all, that daughter was the first disciple of Attila, the magician’s most beloved. The news that he had carried her out of the Saracen banquet a while ago had already spread like wildfire in high society. “She’s nothing like my son. Dennis looks exactly like me. That’s a slap in the face.” “Hmm. You had a son, too?” “Yes. Dennis Vasquez. My son who will lead Vasquez. He’s also quite skilled at swordsmanship. He came up with me to see the capital.” Unlike before, Pablo’s eyes were filled with pride. Anton found that very strange. No matter how great his swordsmanship skills were, they could not compare to his daughter, who was Attila’s disciple, and yet he cared for his son more. It would be quite an interesting picture if he used his son as a hostage to pressure his daughter. He had only brought Vasquez in as one of many means to pressure the king, but he could be used more usefully than he thought. “Your son is excellent at swordsmanship? That’s a good thing. The Silver Deer Knights really needed someone like your son. I will tell His Majesty.” “Is that true? If you do that, how can I help you?” Pablo’s eyes instantly swelled with anticipation. If he were to join the most famous Silver Deer Knights in Ershe, his son’s future would be bright. * * * “Are you focused?” “I am.” Leonard yawned openly in front of the king. He picked up an ivory chess piece and finished the game in one breath without any hesitation. After three rounds, Gabriel’s face twisted in annoyance. “Have you no sense of loyalty?” “Since when did you expect such sentimentality from me?” “Ha. How shameless.” “And how can loyalty come from playing a game of chess? It is a problem for Your Majesty that you keep losing despite playing chess with me so often.” “Never mind, never mind. Even after death, I still have bad luck.” “Straightforwardness is my loyalty.” The king’s teeth chattered at Leonard’s calm tone. Gabriel leaned back and waved his hand vigorously. The servant standing behind him hurriedly took away the chess board and pieces. “Amble came to the palace with Hilllust a while ago.” “What are they for?” “They came in with some old law book and insisted that there were necessary forms and procedures for holding a trial and that they had to be followed. “Furthermore, they’re pestering me by saying that it’s against the law to just keep Maximilian in prison and that we should move him to the tower.” “Since when did you start asking questions like that?” “Unless they’ve suddenly turned into lawyers, their motive is obvious. They’re trying to prevent a trial by any means necessary.” “If we know they’re just making excuses, why bother listening to them?” “If there’s one, I can ignore it. If there are two, I have to pretend to listen, and if there are three, I have to listen too. You get it?” In Ershe, the king is elected by the eight electors. Just because he’s the king doesn’t mean he can wield absolute power. If three or more electors join forces, they can overthrow the king again. Of course, the other electors have to agree as well, but since it’s theoretically possible, Gabriel couldn’t just ignore Embly’s words.

“Of course there’s still one spot left… … .”

“Elector Vasquez comes and goes from Embly Townhouse. I guess Vasquez will fill that empty spot.”

“Did you know?”

“Did you think I didn’t know?”

Leonard smiled wryly. He crossed his legs in the opposite direction as he said.

“Hilllust and Embly are only temporary allies anyway. And Vasquez is only connected by a thin thread, needless to say.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“Because I met with Elector Vasquez yesterday.”

“Ha.”

Gabriel laughed in vain. It was typical of Atile to pretend not to know when he already knew everything.