I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 72



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Husband’s Funeral
2024.01.11.

The reason Embly chose Vasquez was obvious. Cordelia was his disciple and also Vasquez.

People would not completely separate Dennis Vasquez and Cordelia Vasquez.

In other words, some of the responsibility for Maximilian’s escape was also transferred to Cordelia. It’s

funny, but that’s the reality. That’s also why Leonard is trying to cover up this incident.

Weakness.

Anton seemed to have figured out his weakness.

“Don’t worry. Your brother will be released after some investigation anyway.”

“… … Is that okay?”

“You told me. Vasquez was just a scapegoat.”

Cordelia had little affection left for Dennis, but she didn’t hate him enough to want him to rot away in prison for a crime he didn’t commit.

“I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“Don’t apologize when it’s not your fault. Rather, send the obituary to Abrams in advance. Along with the accident report from the police. That way, there won’t be any more gossip.”

“Abrams will be turned upside down when they hear the obituary. The count died without a successor.”

“In other words, they’re saying you’re completely out of their interest. If there’s even a little bit of Abrams blood in you, like with Jared Abrams, they’ll come running like a pack of dogs. No one will care about the previous countess. So just finish the funeral and come back.”

“Yes. I’ll do that. Oh, come to think of it, the last name will go back to Vasquez?”

Usually, a husband keeps his last name even after he dies, but if he has no children and a distant relative continues the family line, it’s different. Since there’s a possibility of conflict, in this case, the wife goes back to her original last name.

“I didn’t know I’d be Cordelia Vasquez again.”

“Why?”

“No, it’s just that I feel strange. When I first left Vasquez, I thought I’d die in Abrams. When I got married and left, my father told me not to come back even after I died.”

“… … Really?”

“That’s why I kept asking you to teach me magic. I had nowhere to go after Craig died, so I had to survive on my own.”

“Now I have you.”

“Huh?”

“A place to return to.”

Leonard said it casually, but Cordelia’s words pierced deep into her heart.

A place to return to.

When did Leonard become her place to return to? It was something she had never imagined when she first met Leonard just a few months ago.

“Master.”

“Why?”

“I’m just grateful. You accidentally entered Craig’s body and I became a magician. If it weren’t for you, I would still be living in Abrams, eating leftover food.”

“It’s fate.”

“Huh?”

Leonard said quite seriously.

“It wasn’t a coincidence that you and I met, it was fate. There is a saying among wizards that there is no coincidence for wizards, only fate that cannot be resisted.”

“Oh, Maximilian said something similar before. Fate, fate.”

The word fate seemed so romantic that I was chewing on it, but Leonard got up from his seat.

“Yes. It is a pitiful fate that I have to live with for the rest of my life because I have a stupid disciple.”

“… … Do you have to add ‘stupid’ to it?”

“Why? You don’t like it? It’s one step up from being really bad?”

“Tsk.”

Cordelia pouted. She couldn’t let a single word slip.

“You stay in your room for a few days and do your homework. I’ll take care of the procedures, so try not to go outside.”

“I was planning on doing that anyway.”

Following Leonard’s advice, Cordelia stayed in her room for two days and hardly came out.

The news of Cordelia’s husband’s death spread like wildfire, and Rosenblu probably reached him, because he sent her a letter. In response to his affectionate consolation, Cordelia said that she would see him after the funeral at Abrams. Cordelia

came out of her room wearing the mourning clothes that Leila had prepared for her.

Since it was her first time coming out of her room after being inside all this time, all the servants’ attention was focused on Cordelia.

“Lady Cordelia. Are you okay?”

“I… … . am okay.”

Cordelia lowered her eyes with the mournful expression she had practiced for several days.

The servants of Attila were already extremely strict with Cordelia, but now they treated her like some kind of glass craft. When Cordelia let out a deep breath, they stamped their feet, not knowing what to do.

“How are the preparations for going up to Abrams going?”

“All the necessary items have already been loaded. We’re ready to leave right away, as long as we pack Cordelia’s personal belongings.”

“Thank you for your consideration, Alex.”

“No. It’s my job. Is there anything else you need?”

“I’m going out for a bit today.”

“I’ll prepare the carriage right away.”

Alex swallowed the polite question of where she was going and immediately called a servant and brought the carriage.

Cordelia got into the carriage with her face covered by black lace.

The Horseshoe of Rals, where her brother was staying, was in the middle of a street often visited by nobles. It was a luxurious and clean inn.

“Welcome to Rals’ Horseshoe. Would you like to stay or dine?”

“I’ve come to see my brother, Dennis Vasquez.”

“Ah. You mean Prince Vasquez. I’ll show you around.”

She followed the staff’s instructions.

She looked around briefly and saw that everything from the handrails of the stairs to the wallpaper were made of high-quality materials, comparable to the townhouses of noble families.

“How much does it cost to stay here for one night?”

“Including meals, it’s about two hundred ringgit.”

“Two hundred ringgit per day?”

“Yes. Of course, we offer a cheaper price for long-term guests like Prince Vasquez.”

“Is Dennis staying here long-term? How long has he been staying?”

“As far as I know, he’s been staying for about twenty days.”

Four thousand ringgit was certainly not a huge amount of money, but it wasn’t something the Vasquez family could easily afford.

Cordelia was filled with questions. How on earth could Dennis afford to stay at such a luxurious inn?

“This is it. Wait a minute. Prince Vasquez. We have a guest.”

As soon as the employee finished speaking, the door swung open. Dennis’ face brightened when he saw Cordelia’s face.

“Sister! You’re here. Come in quickly.”

Dennis took out a ten ringgit coin from his pocket as if he was used to it and handed it to the employee.

“Oh, thank you for your hard work.”

“Thank you.”

He was very generous. The staff smiled and left.

Cordelia passed him and went into the room. It was a little small, but luxurious and comfortable. To be honest, it was better than Vasquez’s real home.

“Why are you here now? I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”

“Have you already forgotten that my husband died?”

“Oh, right. Right.”

Her indifferent attitude was shocking. It seemed like she didn’t even notice that she was wearing mourning clothes. Instead of pointing that out, Cordelia sat down on the sofa. Dennis sat down across from her.

“Did you tell Elector Attila about me? What did he say?”

“Before that, how on earth are you staying here?”

“How?”

“Where do you have the money to stay long-term in a place that costs two hundred ringgits a night?” “

Are you ignoring me because I’m staying in a place that doesn’t even matter?”

Dennis snapped, not hiding his displeasure.

“I’m not ignoring you, I’m just curious. I know my family doesn’t have money, but you’re here.”

“Well. I get paid by the Knights Templar and all.”

“You’ve only been a month since you joined the Order, how do you get your salary? And how did you get the armor and sword? They’re not worth a penny or two.”

“Why do you keep asking? You must have done it on your own.”

He kept avoiding the question. That made Cordelia even more suspicious, so she kept asking.

“Just a few months ago, my father kept nagging me to send him money… … Then what did you mean by that? About my father’s ankle?”

“Don’t you know, Sister? That Elector Attila stepped on my father’s ankle and broke it?”

“What?”

“And then he gave me a few pennies as if he was doing me a favor and left. Ha. I found out when I came to the capital, but that man isn’t called a poisonous snake for nothing. Come to your senses, Sister.”

“Why on earth, Master?”

“If there was a reason, I would understand. There was no reason. He just took his anger out on my father.”

“No way. Master isn’t that kind of person. My father is… … .”

“Are you taking that guy’s side right now? Sister! It was Father who broke his ankle. Not him. Do you know what Attila told Father? He told him not to approach you. He offered you money in return. Huh? Do you think that guy’s still in his right mind?”

The more she talked to Dennis, the more confused Cordelia became. She wanted to believe that her sister was lying, but the evidence was clear.

“The Master gave Father money in return for not approaching me?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“… … So you’re staying here with that money?”

“What?”

“Are you staying at this inn in exchange for promising not to see me?”

“… … What are you talking about? It’s a knightly salary.”

Dennis avoided Cordelia’s eyes. That made him even more certain.

The Knights of the Silver Deer were famous, but it was more of an honorary position, so it was obvious that it was a knightly salary.

Cordelia was experiencing so many emotions at once that she couldn’t tell if it was anger, disappointment, or shame.

“Where is your father?”

“Why? Are you going to find him? Are you crazy? I told you not to see him!”

“Why not? Are you afraid that if I see him, I won’t be able to get money from Attila?”

“That’s not it… … .”