I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 7



Only Krnovel

Master and Disciple
2023.11.07.

A few days later, Cordelia was visiting Leonard’s bedroom as usual and chatting away when the door opened without warning.

“Craig!”

“Your Highness.”

There was only one person in this castle who could be so rude.

Cordelia immediately got up and bowed slightly to Helena.

Of course, Helena ignored Cordelia and walked straight to Craig.

“Are you able to stand and move now?”

“… … .”

“Ah, Craig. I’m so, so, so relieved to see you alive and moving like this. Do you know how worried I was?”

Helena forced herself to hold back tears. She reached out with both hands to hug her son, but Leonard dodged.

Before the atmosphere became more awkward, Cordelia hurriedly stepped between them.

“You’ve really gotten a lot better. You’re moving around quite a bit now.”

“Craig, do I remember?”

“What.”

He was acting very arrogantly, nodding his chin, but surprisingly, Helena was delighted to see him.

“Oh, my. Even if you don’t remember the old days, your personality is the same. I think your memories will come back soon.”

His uncooperative attitude actually made her less suspicious.

After all, how many people would suspect that someone else’s soul is in their body just because they came back from the dead?

“You’ll be able to handle Jared if he comes, right? Huh? I only trust Craig.”

“Jared?”

“Oh, he’s your cousin. Jared Abrams.”

“One of the lynxes that came running after smelling blood.”

Helena cut Cordelia off as she continued to explain, then quickly interjected. She pretended to wipe away her fake tears and said,

“Craig, you can’t let Jared take your earldom away from you.”

“Uh, well.”

“You have to get up and show him that you’re still alive. That way, my mother can rest easy.”

After that, Helena continued to nag him, pretending to worry about something that seemed endless.

Of course, Leonard didn’t even listen.

“I’m tired.”

He kept a calm expression on his face until Helena’s words became longer.

“Oh my. Cordelia. What are you doing? Why don’t you let Craig rest quickly?”

“Yes.”

Helena naturally blamed Cordelia, as if she had completely forgotten that she was the one who had been holding him back.

Cordelia supported Leonard and moved him back to the bed.

“Then rest.”

Helena looked Leonard up and down, who had recovered a lot, and left the bedroom with a rather satisfied expression.

Leonard frowned as soon as the door closed.

“Were you and I on good terms?”

“No. We weren’t on good terms in the past either. But after the previous earl died suddenly, Craig was the only one she could turn to, so she treated him kindly.”

“I understand.”

He glared at the spot where Helena had left with eyes full of contempt. Cordelia awkwardly smiled and changed the subject.

“By the way, your body is recovering really quickly. You said you went out to the garden alone yesterday?”

“You came back after walking for less than an hour.”

“The doctor said that it’s a miracle that you’re standing on your own two feet now.”

“If it’s a miracle, it’s a miracle. Your dead body has a living soul and is moving without decaying.”

Leonard replied curtly. At the word “dead body,” Cordelia looked closely at his body and asked,

“Does that mean… … Craig is completely dead?”

“This body? Yes. It was already a body without a soul, so I was able to enter.”

“Oh, really.”

“Really?”

“Thank goodness.”

The unexpected words came out of her mouth. Cordelia smiled in relief and said,

“I was afraid that the lord might come back to his senses after returning to his original body.”

“… … .”

“I’m relieved to hear that you’re really dead.”

Leonard stared at Cordelia’s profile at her overly honest response. Her gaze was quite persistent.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Cold-blooded.”

“Oh, what do you mean? Cold-blooded is the head of the household.”

Cordelia laughed like a child with bright eyes. Leonard let out a gasp and said incredulously.

“I think your blood would be redder than yours, who’s glad that your husband is dead.”

“Oh my. You can’t compare to someone who has no mercy and no tears, who just rejects a poor woman who lost her husband and cries and begs for even a little bit of magic.”

“Blood and tears? Huh, do you think magic is a child’s play? Do you listen to everything I say?”

“You said I have talent. Don’t you think that talent is a waste? You might be a person who will make a mark on the world of magic?

” “If someone knew, they’d think I was a genius. Hey, being able to see magic and being able to use it are two completely different things.”

“But it’s true that you have an advantage over others when it comes to learning magic.”

Of course, that’s not wrong. If she had met Leonard when she was five, he would have taken Cordelia as his disciple without a second thought.

“You’re too old to learn magic. You have to start before you’re ten at the latest to expect any success.”

“I’m not trying to be some great magician. I just want to be small enough to be called a magic teacher somewhere. Right?”

“I can’t accept that. If you’re my disciple, you should be able to achieve at least one star! Where did you barely make it?”

“Star? What star?”

“… … That’s enough. You’re arguing with someone who doesn’t even know what a star is. Stop it. I’m tired.”

Leonard raised his voice in excitement without realizing it, but stopped when he saw his reflection in the window. A

sneer escaped his lips. Suddenly, he realized that he had fallen to the floor. If it were him, he wouldn’t have had such a ridiculous argument with her.

“Already? I’ve only been here for a short time… … . Okay. Then I won’t even mention the word ‘magic’ from now on.”

“Get out. Why can’t you understand me?”

Cordelia held on firmly despite Leonard’s cold face. She forced a smile and changed the subject. Fortunately, he didn’t chase her away anymore.

“Oh, did you hear that? Lily is coming soon.”

“What’s that?”

“Craig’s half-sister. “She’s also the daughter of Lady Helena. She’s now married into the Dahlia family and is the Countess of Dahlia. And she really likes you.”

“Yes. That’s really useful information. I’ll give you a hug when we meet.”

Leonard replied in a very indifferent tone. Then Cordelia covered her lips with her hand and smiled lightly.

“And she hates me the most. Probably the most in the world?”

“Why? Did you call me in to tell me something and stab me with a knife?”

“You too?”

Then he patted my stomach. Only then did Cordelia realize that it was his younger brother who had done it, and her mouth widened slightly.

“Wow… … No. I’ve never done anything so terrible, and yet she’s the woman who hates me the most in the world. It’s all of a sudden unfair. I’ve never stabbed her.”

“So what did you do?”

“Nothing. To be exact, she hates the very existence of Craig’s wife.”

Cordelia shrugged. Although the time spent with Lily was not long, Cordelia, who was very patient, was so tormented that she felt sick.

“But why did your younger brother kill you? Are you really trying to inherit the title?”

“Well. I’ll have to ask him that when we meet again.”

Leonard’s voice suddenly calmed down. When he first opened his eyes, all he could think of was his hatred for Maximilian, but as time passed, other questions began to surface.

Why did Maximilian make such an extreme choice, why did he try to end the life of his brother who was born from the same womb?

“But the council is not stupid, and if the circumstances of the murder are clear, they will not recognize the succession.”

“Even if the council does not recognize it, they cannot leave the position vacant forever.”

“Can’t they choose another successor to the title?”

“No. Even if there was, Maximilian would not have left it alone.”

“Well, it’s not like he can leave the position of the head of a family as big as Attila vacant for long. In the end, time is on his side.”

“Yes. So I have to get it back before that. My seat.”

He clenched his fists in a serious tone. Cordelia, who was sitting on the chair next to the bed, nodded solemnly as well.

“It’s such a shame. It would be nice if I could be of help to you, my lord. For example, I could help you as your disciple… .”

“What?”

“No, I can see magic. Do you know? If an assassin uses magic, I could blow up his body and save your lord’s life?”

I don’t know where to start and where to end my remarks.

He was talking seriously. And on top of that, I couldn’t help but laugh helplessly at the way he slyly asked me to be his disciple.

“Huh? I’m laughing. Are you laughing right now?”

“Shut up.”

“Is it because you imagine me becoming your disciple that you feel so secure that you can’t help but laugh?”

“Be quiet.”

“Don’t you need a solid disciple?”

* * *

“Lotty. What should I do?”

Cordelia was crouching in a corner of the stable. In front of her was a dirty, shabby gray dog, eating meat in a hurry.

“How can I get that man on my side? No, he’s not on my side. It would be nice if you could just teach him a little bit of magic.”

The dog sniffed and dug through the straw, having already finished eating the meat. It looked very regretful.

“You’ve already eaten it all? I should’ve brought more.”

When Cordelia reached out to pat the dog’s back, the dog flinched and backed away. Cordelia pouted her lips as if she was disappointed.

“But you and I have known each other for over a year, and you still won’t let me touch his head.”

Even though she gave him a name and occasionally fed him food, the dog still didn’t open up to her.

“That’s okay. Just stay healthy and live a long life.”

Her first ‘Lotty’ died after following her father on a fox hunt, unable to overcome the wounds she received from an animal.

Her father was angry at her for being weak and did not even treat her properly.

Young Cordelia stayed by Lotty’s side day and night, trying to save her from dying, but eventually she left her cold.

The only thing that was similar between the second Lotty and the first Lotty was that they were gray, but somehow her eyes kept catching her.

“Wait a minute. I’ll get some more meat.”

Kreung. Lotty, who was sniffing around for the remaining meat scraps, looked into the air and grumbled softly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hello.”

“Eww!”

A human voice was heard in the empty stable. Cordelia looked around in surprise. However, no matter how much she looked around, she couldn’t see a single person.

“Ah. This way. Countess.”

“This way?”

A pale object the size of a palm was waving its hand diligently over a water-filled trough.