I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 74



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Husband’s Funeral
2024.01.13.

“I also have a past that I want to hide. Can’t you just pretend not to know? Can’t you treat me like I was someone who was loved and raised since birth, like there was no such thing as a dark past?”

“That’s why I didn’t ask! I didn’t ask about your past, or what happened with Elector Vasquez, and I just threw away the father you hated so much for a few bucks. What are you so dissatisfied with?”

Leonard, who had been holding it in, finally burst out. He was annoyed by her.

He had cared for Cordelia so much and was so considerate of her, but this was her reaction. He felt betrayed.

“I know that you changed my life, Master. I’m always grateful. But that doesn’t mean you can control my life as you wish. What’s the complaint? You bought me from my father. You paid me 50,000 ringgits a month.”

“… … .”

“Do you have my opinion? My opinion, my thoughts? Why don’t you ever ask me? I’m not your master or your father’s property!”

She screamed with her whole body. She

didn’t shed tears. She just felt like someone had stabbed a spear into her chest and pulled it out, as if a hole had been ripped open. It felt like she had stepped into a bottomless pit.

Leonard responded coldly to Cordelia’s screaming.

“If I really thought of you as my property, I would have killed your father who dared to tamper with what was mine. That would have been much easier. But I cared for you, so I bothered to give Vasquez money every month and managed you. Why don’t you understand? Are you so hurt by my actions without telling you in advance?”

Pride.

Leonard thought this was just Cordelia’s petty pride. She spoke with a strangely distorted face that neither smiled nor cried.

“… … Yes. My pride is hurt. “Because Master made me the most miserable person in the world.”

“Miserable? Ha… … . It seems that you still care most about your feelings. You don’t care why I made that choice.”

He chewed on each word as he stepped back. Since they didn’t understand each other at all, further conversation felt meaningless.

“Rest.”

He turned his back on Leonard and tried to leave the room. There was no way to be sure what would come out of his mouth if he stayed here any longer.

“… … I think so.”

“What?”

He was about to pull the doorknob. Cordelia’s tired voice was heard behind him.

“I think it would be better if I weren’t Master’s disciple.”

“What do you mean?”

Leonard immediately turned around and walked towards Cordelia. She blinked very slowly.

“Wouldn’t it be better that way?”

“You. Don’t you know who I am yet? I’m the strongest magician in this country, Ershe! Every magician in the Magic Alliance wants to be my disciple!”

Before he could finish his words, the room she was in instantly became a forest, and then turned into the sea with a single blink. When she closed her eyes for the third time and opened them, everything was back to the beginning as if it were a lie.

“Others do not hesitate to bow down to me and ask for my teachings, but is your pride that important to you?”

Leonard’s stomach was hot, and fire came out every time he opened his mouth.

Since he had planted a new star in the Hall of Stars, all the wizards wanted to be his disciples.

No one dared to show off their pride in front of Leonard. There were many who would be thrilled just by being accepted as his disciples and would serve Leonard with devotion for the rest of their lives, like the sand on the beach.

But Cordelia didn’t know how great and great the grace and luck she had received was, and she was saying that she would end it so easily.

Her hands were shaking because she was so angry.

“Don’t say it’s all. That’s all I have left now.”

“I’m the one you have left! Not your pride or your father who sold you out twice!”

There was a terrible silence. Neither Cordelia nor Leonard understood each other.

Maybe ever.

* * *

As soon as the sun rose, Cordelia packed her bags and ran out of Attila’s townhouse. It was a good thing, she thought. She didn’t have the courage to face Leonard, but she had an excuse to go far away.

Her heart sank endlessly every time Craig’s coffin rattled behind the carriage.

Her anger at having given her father money without permission didn’t last long. What tormented her more was regret and guilt.

‘He must be disgusted with me. I would hate to see him like that. He’s stupid, he can’t control his temper, and he has a family of money-sucking leeches.’

The thought that it would be better for him if she weren’t there, if he weren’t Leonard’s disciple, dominated her mind.

Then suddenly the carriage wall banged against something. The carriage stopped.

“Wh-what’s going on?”

She was so scared that she thought a thief had come out even though she hadn’t even completely left Yebo Delrim. Fortunately, a familiar voice was heard from beyond the carriage.

“Open the window.”

“Veluce?”

An unexpected figure was riding a horse there. He must have run as fast as he could, because beads of sweat were forming on his forehead despite the chilly weather. Beluce grumbled when his eyes met Cordelia’s.

“What’s so urgent that you’re leaving so early in the morning?”

“Why are you here Beluce?”

“You could meet a thief and die on your way to Abrams. Then I have to get the bracelet back.”

He said bluntly. Cordelia glanced at Attila’s mansion, which was now out of sight, and asked.

“Did the Master order you?”

“Master doesn’t know I’m here. He found you on his way from Attila’s main castle to Yebo Delrim. “You ’re going to Abrams, right? Judging by the coffin, you’re going to Abrams, right?”

“Yes, but you don’t have to come with me. We’re just following the main road anyway, so there’s not much danger.” “Do you think I followed you because I was worried about you? I’m just going to get the bracelet back.” “I never asked if you were worried… … .” “… … Hey! What are you dawdling about? Let’s go quickly.” Beluche turned his horse’s head and shouted at the poor coachman. Cordelia found it both funny and thankful, so she watched Beluche’s back for a long time. She rode diligently for several days. As usual, she found a suitable inn to stay at, changed her clothes, and tried to sleep. Then she happened to find something in her suitcase. [Lady Cordelia, they say that if you put this on your nightstand, you’ll sleep well. I hope you return safely.] A note and a sachet, probably written by Riley, came out. Cordelia held it carefully. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. The people of Attila were the kindest and most hospitable people she had ever met. ‘When I return to Attila… …’ Then suddenly, the face of her master, whom she had tried hard to forget, came to mind, and an inexplicable anxiety surged up. ‘What if the master tells me not to come again?’ What if he gets angry and tells her not to come back because he doesn’t need a disciple like me and doesn’t know any gratitude? Should I hold onto his trouser leg and beg him? Didn’t they say that the bond between a priest and a disciple is not easily broken? Cordelia was suddenly overcome with anxiety and took out a pen and paper from her suitcase. After hesitating for a while, she finally finished a letter that seemed okay. She didn’t have the courage to write Baron as the recipient. Then she would deliver this letter to her master. When the sun rose and the morning came, she came down to the first floor of the inn in a state of mourning, and Belluce asked her, “Why is your face so rotten?” “Are you arguing since this morning? I have no energy, so don’t touch me.” “Oh my. If anyone knew, they would think my real husband was dead.” “Thank goodness you see it that way.” Cordelia didn’t really have the strength to respond, so she just ate the oatmeal porridge that was served for breakfast. And just before leaving, she asked the innkeeper to send a letter to Attila. The road to Abrams was smooth. There was no reason to hurry, so Cordelia deliberately went slowly, as if she were on a cruise. She tried not to think of Leonard as much as possible, but it was very difficult. Although it was a short period, the time she spent with Leonard was the most shining moment of her life. It was like breathing life into a corpse, like color coming into a world that had been completely black and white. “I can see the Abrams walls, so I think we’ll get there before the sun sets today.” “Already?” “Already? You’re so slow, it took more than two days to travel a distance that should have taken five days.” “Then it’s time to say goodbye to Beluce.” “… … What do you mean?” “We have to go back. Beluce.” Cordelia smiled faintly. Thanks to that, I was able to arrive safely at Abrams. Beluche pursed his lips and said, “Does that sound like you’re not going back?” “… … .”