I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 95



Only Krnovel

Contract with the Devil
2024.02.03.

Maximilian spoke earnestly, as if he only wanted that. Anton’s eyes still did not fall on Rosalind. The girl’s face was so calm that it seemed like she would wake up at any moment.

At that moment, the knights of Embly who had been waiting outside came in.

“My lord.”

“Did you check?”

“Yes. The bodies of the dead knights have decomposed, so I can’t be sure, but they are definitely not ordinary jokes. They are definitely trained knights.”

The knight who had been to the place where Rosalind had been attacked reported in detail what he had seen. Anton clenched his molars.

“What else?”

“I found this.”

“… … It’s definitely Attila.”

The knight had brought a pigeon used by Attila as a carrier. The white feathers drawn on the tips of the bird’s wings were vivid.

Anton beat his chest. He couldn’t bear to feel sorry for his innocent daughter. Even if he didn’t have much time left, it was the heart of a parent to want to see him for at least one more day.

The anger that had been calming down boiled over again. However, he was the head of the Embly family. He couldn’t do everything with just anger.

At that moment, Maximilian staggered and got up from his seat. He brought the newborn baby in the arms of his maid and showed it to Anton.

“This is the child Rosaline left behind. I heard he named him Daniel.”

“Daniel.”

Anton’s heart sank when he saw the child’s red hair. Anton carefully accepted the child and held it close. Since he was the only child Rosaline left behind, he felt like his daughter’s own incarnation.

At that moment, Maximilian said,

“I will fight against Attila with the Elector Count of Embly for Daniel and Rosaline.”

“What good will that be?”

“Of course, I won’t be of much help since I’ve lost my magic. But I’ve lived my whole life as the hated Attila. I know better than anyone how their weaknesses and the family’s private army are structured.”

“That kind of information.”

Anton snorted. Maximilian bowed his head.

“I am already dead. If the Elector had not spared me, if Rosaline had not persuaded the Elector to go to Angsene with me, I would have been executed in the palace prison. So now my life belongs solely to the Elector.”

“Then I will have no regrets if I cut off your head here.”

Anton pulled out the longsword on his left waist. The sharp tip of the sword touched his neck. Anton slashed his neck without much hesitation.

Blood flowed along the sword, but Maximilian did not groan. He simply waited with his eyes closed, as if waiting for Anton’s decision.

Finally, when he heard the sound of the sword being sheathed, Maximilian opened his eyes.

“What do you know?”

“I gave my life to have Attila. It is nothing to give up my soul to destroy it.”

Maximilian laughed heartily.

But Anton just passed by, perhaps because he found that smile disgusting. He didn’t kill him right away because he had something more important to do, not because he found some use for him.

Maximilian and Attila, the only thing that mattered to him was Rosalind.

“Put Rosalind in the carriage.”

“Yes, master.”

The first priority was to bury his daughter in a sunny place and hold a funeral. He wanted to leave this hot country with his daughter as soon as possible.

Anton felt empty as he watched the coffin being loaded onto the carriage.

He thought he had made up his mind when the doctor who first examined his daughter’s heart said she wouldn’t live long, but when he saw Rosalind’s cold face, his mind crumbled like a sand castle.

He still couldn’t believe it. That his daughter was no longer in this world. It seemed like she would come out of that carriage and call him ‘Father’ at any moment.

Anton tried to ignore the sadness that was constantly rising and started the carriage.

Daniel burst into tears as if he was suddenly unfamiliar with the changed environment. Anton took the child from the nanny and patted its back.

“It’s okay, everything is okay. I will protect you.”

It was unclear whether the child understood those words or not. The sporadic cries suddenly quieted down.

Anton groped and soothed the child, recalling how he had cared for Rosaline.

* * *

The life Rosaline left behind allowed her father to live each day. If it weren’t for Daniel, Anton might have wandered like a vagabond, drowning himself in alcohol. He

looked into the newborn’s face, whose features were still barely visible, and searched for traces of Rosaline.

“I think your nose resembles yours.”

The nanny who had been looking after Rosaline said. Anton held the child in his arms and looked into her nose all day long at those words.

It was the day before they were to board the ship from Angsene to Ershe.

“Ah!” They

were camping in the forest when they heard the sound of the wind and a person’s scream. The knights were the first to respond to the sound and drew their swords.

Sophia and the other maids, who had already experienced it once, were terrified and hid in a corner, shivering.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ll find out.”

The oldest knight volunteered to go to where the sound came from. However, no matter how much time passed, he did not return. The summer nights in Angsene were usually hot, but at that moment, the wind brushing against his cheek felt extremely cold and sharp.

Anton nodded to the nanny who was holding Daniel.

“Stay in the carriage with Daniel. I value the child more than your life.”

“Understood, my lord.”

She quickly fixed Daniel and went into the carriage. Anton drew his sword through the dreary wind.

“Who are you! Show yourself!”

The other knights also surrounded Anton and stood on high alert. At that moment, an arrow flew from somewhere and hit the knight right in front of Anton.

“Ahh!”

“Over there! There’s the enemy over there!”

One of the knights shouted. In response to that, several soldiers and two knights ran out. The rest stood firmer to protect Anton.

Boom-

This time, it wasn’t an arrow, but a fireball.

* * *

“Hello. Can I sit here?”

“Yes? Oh. Yes. Please sit down.”

A black-haired man spoke to her in a friendly manner as she was eating alone in the communal dining hall. He was a man who looked quite neat and seemed two or three years older than Cordelia.

“I’m Ilias Nassau.”

“I’m Cordelia Vasquez.”

“I know. I think there’s no one in the guild who doesn’t know you now.”

He said as he casually placed the tray of food across from Cordelia.

“Me?”

“Yeah. You were famous when you appeared as the disciple of Attila, who was expected to die, but you passed the intermediate wizard exam not long after you officially revealed yourself to the Magic Alliance, right?”

“Oh, um.”

“Everyone wants to talk to you, but they can’t because they’re worried about Attila.”

“Why, Master?”

Cordelia asked, her eyes widening at the sudden mention of her master’s name. Then Ilias let out a small laugh.

“You didn’t know? Attila sent an official document to each school a while ago. He said that he wouldn’t let anyone who lifts a hand to his disciple be left alone.”

“What the heck!”

There’s no such thing as overprotection. Cordelia was dumbfounded by Ilias’ words. This isn’t even the territory of Delorana, where evil spirits run rampant, but the Magic Alliance, so I don’t know why they’re making such a fuss about it. In

fact, this isn’t the only incident.

Leonard had been so overprotective since the day he came back from Matilda’s lab after drinking too much tea that he wouldn’t let Cordelia out of the lab.

It had only been a week since they had been to the cafeteria. During that time, Leonard had personally brought her food.

“But can you talk to me?”

“It’s okay. I’m famous for being crazy anyway. And call me Ilias instead.”

“But come to think of it.”

“Huh?”

“Why are

you speaking informally to me as soon as you see me?” “If you want to, you can do it too? I’m an intermediate level like you.”

“Really? Then I won’t refuse.”

Cordelia immediately started talking. Ilias laughed, finding Cordelia’s attitude suddenly changed amusing.

“What’s so funny?”

“Because you’re more interesting than I thought. You’re a genius? Kanon says you destroyed a seven-layer magic circle in one minute. How do you do it?”

“Just put your magic into the weak spot.”

“What? Tell me more. I still have trouble destroying a five-fold magic circle.”

“Can I just do it?”