I Accidentally Resurrected My Dead Husband - Chapter 157



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Episode 157
The plan to make the priest use magic is, well, good. Good up to that point.

But how can you force someone to use a spell on themselves without even knowing what it is?

‘The habit of not hesitating to do dangerous things must be corrected.’

Erne wanted Judith to be safe. It was as if the training he had been doing without resting even for a single day was to protect Judith.

But Judith keeps trying to run away to a place where Erne can’t protect her. And she does it all of a sudden, very suddenly.

So far, I’ve been lucky and nothing major has happened, but I’m not sure if that will be the case in the future.

Of course, Erne also knows why Judith went to the trouble of writing her name on the wall.

‘If only that son of a bitch hadn’t killed the secretary.’

After Leon Harrington’s death and Judith’s memory regained, she planned a poster that would make fun of the priest. However, the poster required Cain’s permission and help.

Judith, who could not even tell Cain the story of her past life, spent several days trying to come up with an excuse to make to him.

And by the time Judith found an excuse, Vincero’s secretary had already died.

He was murdered in the same manner as the other victims, but he was strangely holding a piece of paper in his hand.

It was one of the single drawings he had done. It was a drawing of a man who looked exactly like Erne.

The fact that he placed the painting in the hands of the dying secretary could only be interpreted in one way.

From now on, I will kill anyone who has anything to do with Judith.

Judith, who heard the news of her secretary’s death in a vacant room, touched her forehead.

“I chose a sinner among the people around me.”

“What crime did the secretary commit?”

“The crime of distributing pornography and undermining the moral order of society.”

Erne was shocked. What kind of mortal sin was that?

“He thinks his murder is a punishment, so he sets his targets based on some standard. But the problem is that the standard is completely arbitrary.”

Judith’s face showed a deep sense of guilt as she added the words she had never heard before: “If you hang it on your nose, it’s a nose ring, and if you hang it on your ears, it’s an earring.”

It seemed like he felt some sense of responsibility, even though it wasn’t his fault.

It was a different expression than when Leon died. And I should have known then. Judith would break her promise to me and do something dangerous. I told her not to, but she wouldn’t listen.

‘But I can’t just let this go on.’

Erne was determined to show Judith why he was called the mad dog of the empire if she did anything dangerous again.

“Ern, how long are you going to do this?”

But in reality, Ern was not a mad dog, he was just a spoiled puppy, nothing more, nothing less.

He was angry at Judith, but when he stayed away, he became worried, and when he got closer, his anger seemed to subside.

In the end, he just stood around Judith, unable to do anything, with a stiff expression on his face.

“Ern, wouldn’t it be better not to get angry then? You’re just like a dog that needs your owner’s attention.”

“I know you’re so stubborn, but why do you treat your wife like that?”

Cain and Henry, seeing Erne’s angry appearance, gave her some advice.

… Wait, is this advice? Or is this just insults disguised as advice? It’s a little unsettling, but that’s what they said anyway.

“And by the way, this is advice from a senior in love, but a man who is stubborn is not cute. What? He doesn’t need to be cute? Tsk tsk, you don’t know anything.”

Henry said, wagging his finger.

“Coolness is fleeting. What’s important is cuteness. No matter what you do, the moment you look cute, you can just consider it over.”

“It’s over?”

“That’s what I mean. It’s so deep that I can’t get out.”

So, Henry left work, leaving behind some useless advice, telling her to act cute in Judith’s eyes.

“Are you going to ignore what I say now?”

Judith, who had changed into her dressing gown, stood right in front of Erne’s knees, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She was holding two glasses in her hands.

Erne offered to have a drink as a gesture of reconciliation, but Judith bit the tender flesh in her mouth.

He’s not even worth his weight in gold and he’s just complaining.

But I know. The reason he does this is because he cares about himself. Erne is the one who cares about himself more than anyone else.

So, when carrying out a somewhat reckless operation, it would have been better to calmly persuade Ern.

But Judith had never been worried like this in her life, which meant she had no idea how to appease someone who was worried about her.

Even though I decided to speak softly in my heart, the only thing that came out of my mouth was, ‘It’s not that dangerous.’

“I think Sir Ern is really hurt. In times like these, skinship is the way to go.”

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“Isn’t that a sincere apology?”

“Lovers, or rather, a married couple? Anyway, there is no need for words between Miss Harrington and Sir Erne.”

Suddenly Judith remembered the advice of Siya, who could not stand to see them between them.

Is that true? If you mean skinship, what kind of skinship are you talking about? You didn’t mean to throw me on the bed out of the blue, did you?

“… … ?”

Erne stood there holding a glass in each hand and looked at Judith, whose face suddenly became serious.

I thought he was upset because I was so angry, but judging from his expression, that wasn’t the case. He seemed to be thinking deeply about something.

He suddenly wondered what she was thinking. But he had no chance to satisfy his curiosity. Before he could open his mouth, Judith sat down on his lap.

What is this? He was shocked when he suddenly turned into a chair. Even while shocked, Judith, who had both hands free, quickly wrapped his arms around Judith’s waist in case she lost her balance.

“What are you doing now….”

It was so absurd that he was speechless. Ern burst out laughing because he was so absurd. It didn’t take long for that absurd laughter to turn into real laughter.

Anyway, she’s unexpectedly cute. Erne took one of the glasses from Judith’s hand and smiled, then stopped.

Wait, did I just say I’m cute? You think I’m cute when I do something dangerous and then suddenly sit on the lap of the person who hurt my feelings because of it?

“If it looks cute, it’s over.”

Henry’s voice echoed in my head.

Am I finished?

Erne realized this as he watched Judith clink her glass with his and forcefully toast him.

I’m done. I’m completely over it.

In the first place, he couldn’t act like a mad dog towards Judith. Because he was already in love with her. So deeply that he couldn’t get out.

“Is it resolved now?”

As Erne sipped his wine in quenching his thirst, Judith believed that his anger had subsided.

“well.”

Erne answered vaguely. His anger had subsided a long time ago, but he wondered what more cute things Judith would do here.

“I’m glad everything is resolved.”

When did I say I was free? I said, well.

“Now, drink it all up to celebrate your release.”

But Judith was not easily persuaded. Judith personally moved Erne’s hand holding the goblet and brought it to Erne’s lips.

Ta-da- Even though the toast was unilateral, the glass made a clear sound. Judith also drank her glass.

Perhaps it was because of her greed to drink it all in one gulp that a few drops of alcohol ran down Judith’s chin.

“Drink slowly. Who took it away from you?”

Erne clicked his tongue, put the glass down on the bed, and wiped the wine off Judith’s lips with his finger.

Judith naturally lifts her head, and her eyes meet Erne’s, who is looking down at her, and their noses brush against each other.

“……to!”

“……hurry!”

There was a commotion outside. It wasn’t strange anymore. I tried to ignore it. If only it weren’t for the knocking that followed the loud noise.

Judith and Erne sighed and got up. Perhaps there was some kind of spell that would make things happen if the two of us tried to go forward.

Judith opened the door with such reasonable doubts.

“What’s wrong, Tan?”

“It’s broken.”

“Broken? What?”

The atmosphere between me and Ern that was about to heat up?

“Mirror, mirror!”

“Mirror? No way!”

Judith went to see the brass mirror that was tied to Chardin’s knife before Tan. The brass mirror, which had been shiny without a single gold, was now broken into pieces. The priest had used a spell.

“How much witchcraft must one have used for the mirror to be shattered?”

Judith’s shoulders shook. The horrible thought of what would have happened if she had been under the spell of breaking the mirror and the joy of her operation being successful came flooding back to her.

See, I knew it would work.

Judith bit her lip. Her dark eyes burned with determination to break the tenacious bond, while Shadin groaned, holding onto her left leg.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh ugh.”

While he was in excruciating pain and unable to even scream properly, the jar containing his remains, which had been left to collect white dust, vibrated slightly.

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