I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 79



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What do you think of me?
2024.01.18.

“Big. Welcome to Abrams. Elector Count Attila.”

However, the nagging that he had painstakingly prepared evaporated and disappeared upon seeing Cordelia’s face.

To be exact, he had no time to think of anything else.

“… … Elector Count Attila?”

The corners of Leonard’s mouth went up crookedly.

Cordelia looked around. She could clearly see that everyone was paying keen attention to the conversation between the two. She pointed to the upper floor and said,

“Let’s go up first.”

“No. I need to know why you call me that. Since when was I the Elector Count Attila to you?”

“I’ll explain when I go up.”

Cordelia looked at Leonard with eyes that were begging him to go up. The more she did, the more he couldn’t move an inch.

Who would have thought that he wouldn’t even use the title of master anymore?

Leonard’s face hardened. No way, no way, Cordelia really was thinking of ending her relationship with him. The anxiety that I had buried in the pit, thinking that it couldn’t be true, slowly rose up.

“You really… … .”

“My goodness, the butler was right.”

Baron Lancaster came running as if he had heard that Leonard had come. His eyes sparkled and he bowed somewhat excessively.

“It is an honor to meet you, Elector Attila. I am Baron Dean Lancaster. Unfortunately, Count Abrams passed away recently, so I, as the Count’s acting representative, will be attending in his stead… … .”

“I have something to talk to my student about, so would you mind stepping back?”

“Yes, yes? I heard a rumor that the Elector has a student. Is he in our castle?”

No matter how I looked at him, Baron Lancaster didn’t seem to know that Cordelia was his student. It meant that she had deliberately kept quiet.

When Leonard realized that, anger and betrayal boiled deep inside him.

“Ha. You’re hiding it from me. Why? Were you planning to run away after the funeral?”

“Run away? What do you mean?”

“If not, why do you call me that and don’t you even know that you’re my disciple?”

“That’s just… …”

Cordelia half-bowed her head and mumbled. That was extremely suspicious.

Baron Lancaster, who had been listening to the conversation, widened his eyes. He looked back and forth between Leonard and Cordelia several times, as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Disciple, so the disciple that Elector Attila welcomed is the Countess?”

“What’s the Countess? She’s Vasquez now.”

“Oh my, oh my!”

Baron Lancaster was always calm and quiet, and he thought she had a raccoon-like personality, but when he found out that she was actually Leonard Attila’s disciple, he threw off his politeness and couldn’t hide his surprise.

“You didn’t even tell the people in the castle. What on earth are you planning?”

“A plan? No, I understand. I understand. I understand. Go up and finish the story.”

“Where are you going? Get ready to go. I’ll leave right away.” He

felt impatient, wondering if she really intended to run away like this without even telling him that she was his disciple.

He couldn’t hold on to his patience any longer. He quickly grabbed Cordelia’s wrist. He had to handcuff her or shackle her feet right away and take her away.

“Ugh.”

He didn’t hold her very tightly, but Cordelia let out a low scream as soon as her wrist was grabbed. Leonard was surprised by her moan and took his hand away. When he looked closely, he saw a dark bruise.

The moment I saw that, I got angry. I hated seeing bruises and cuts whenever I looked away for a moment. Why couldn’t I even take care of myself properly?

“What kind of kid are you? Who dared? Where’s Beluche? What did you do to get bruises on your hands!”

Anxiety and anger had similar faces, so even a little provocation would have a similar effect.

“Beluche isn’t my nanny and can’t follow me around every day. Don’t worry about it. It’s just a few bruises.”

“That’s why I sent you.”

“Did the Master send you?”

“Then how could Beluche know you were leaving at dawn and follow you?”

She did think it was strange. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that Yebo Delim was not a small village in the countryside, and meeting her on the road at dawn was a coincidence.

Knowing that fact made Cordelia’s heart melt even more gently. Even though he yelled and got angry on the outside, the only one who took care of her was Leonard.

“Master.”

“Don’t think about letting this slide. I… … .”

Leonard immediately shut his mouth. This was because Cordelia had grabbed his hand instead.

“Go up. Yes?”

“… … .”

He didn’t know why their hands felt so hot when they touched. Maybe it was because it was the first time Cordelia had reached out to him.

Even though it was such a weak touch, he couldn’t refuse it. As if under a binding spell, Leonard was led by her hand to the upstairs reception room.

Finally, the two of them were left alone. Cordelia took a deep breath and spoke first.

“There was no intention behind hiding the fact that I was your disciple, Master. It was just… … . I felt bad after all that fighting, and I wondered if it was okay to go around saying that I was your disciple.”

“What do you mean? Why can’t I go around saying that? You can brag about being my disciple for generations to come.”

“Because I’m embarrassed.”

“What? You’re not embarrassed about being my disciple?”

“No, no. That’s not it… … . I’m embarrassed about myself.”

Cordelia swallowed and brought up the issue that had been bothering her for a long time in front of him.

“Master said that he would have accepted me as his disciple even if I wasn’t smart or talented, but I was still anxious. I was worried that if my dirty past was known, my leech-like family would show up and threaten me using me as an excuse and get sick of me.”

“… … .”

“But when that really happened, I was so scared. My father even took money from Master… … . I thought it was natural that Master was completely sick of me now.”

The day after the fight with him, he left at dawn without anyone knowing because of fear. He was afraid that Leonard might tell him to leave this mansion, that he wouldn’t need a disciple like him. He yelled

at Leonard for not telling him in advance, but the underlying emotion was actually fear of being abandoned.

After hearing Cordelia’s honest story, Leonard’s anxious heart calmed down a little.

“But why didn’t you come back? Even after the funeral was over, you were still lingering and didn’t think of coming to Yebo Delrim.”

“I, I was going to go. When I got a reply.”

Cordelia’s cheeks turned red and she lowered her eyes. Even I thought it was a cowardly answer.

“Reply? You have to send a letter to get a reply.”

“Huh? I definitely sent a letter to Baron. Didn’t you get it? I clearly wrote in it to give it to Master.”

“… … You sent it to Baron?”

I could clearly see the sullen old man laughing quietly behind me. Thinking about Cordelia already receiving the letter and urging him to run away and go to Abrams, I felt angry.

“You didn’t get it? The letter must have gotten lost somewhere. I didn’t know that and thought Master was so angry at me that he wouldn’t even reply.”

“You really came running because you were so angry.”

“Oh… … Are you still angry?”

“I thought you were going to run away because you kept putting off coming back day after day.”

“Oh, what do you mean run away? Where am I going? Where am I going?”

“That’s why I threw away all my work like a madman and came here on horseback for four days, barely sleeping. I was afraid you’d run away somewhere in the meantime.”

“I won’t go. I won’t go. I’ll be running errands for you until I die.”

Cordelia said with a laugh.

Leonard couldn’t take his eyes off her green eyes. Her soft, copper-colored hair, the way her nose twitched slightly when she laughed, her lips pursed when she was angry, and the way she shed tears silently when she was sad. It

was all engraved in his head, and he could vividly recall it even when he closed his eyes.

Why did I come all the way here? Just to be a few days late? What’s the point of running away? How many people want to take me as their teacher, and if Cordelia runs away, they can just take in a new student.

Why am I so afraid of losing you?

Leonard clenched his fists tightly. The feelings he had denied for a long time were forcibly opening his chest and entering.

Now he had no more strength to deny them.

When he couldn’t see them, he felt anxious, and when he was far away, he wanted to see them every day.

Leonard finally found a name for this feeling.

“Cordelia.”

“Yes.”

“Listen carefully. I will never abandon you. It doesn’t matter who you are, what happened in your past, who your father was, or whether you have no arms or legs.”

“… … Master.”

Cordelia looked up at Leonard with moist eyes, filled with emotion. Leonard opened his mouth to say the name of the feeling he had just found.

“Because I love you… … .”

“Love?”

“Love, damn love.”

“Love?”

He couldn’t utter the next word as if his throat was blocked. It was the first time he had said or even thought of such a thing, and he felt embarrassed.

Cordelia blinked rapidly. Why was she stopping talking?

“I’m going crazy. I’m sure I’ve finally gone crazy.”

“Why? What? Oh, why are you stopping talking?”

Cordelia urged him with a strange look. Leonard sighed and looked at Cordelia with complicated eyes. Does she have even one hundredth of the same feelings for me?

“Cordelia. Be honest.”

“Yes.”

“Hmm, ahem. What do you think of me?”

“How? You’re the most respected master in the world.”

“No, not such cliches. I’m telling you from the bottom of my heart. What do you think of me?”

“Master! Don’t you know how I really feel? I really respect you.”

“Isn’t there anything else besides respect?”