I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 130



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My First and Last
2024.03.09.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, the first thing I thought of was Leonard, and I was always curious about what he was doing, and I missed him when he wasn’t around.

As her feelings for him became clearer, Cordelia felt a strange certainty. It was as if someone was whispering to her, telling her to know how her blood didn’t match Attila’s.

“Take a new disciple? Is that what you’re going to tell me now?”

He bit his lower lip as if he was stepping on it and laughed in vain. Cordelia’s voice trailed off a little.

“Then you might realize that your feelings for me weren’t that big of a deal.”

“Not that big of a deal? Why are you judging my feelings on your own?”

Leonard spat out, chewing on each word as if he was glaring at her. The eyes that met his gaze were filled with unwavering certainty.

“I’ve thought about it dozens, hundreds of times before coming to this conclusion. Don’t belittle my feelings as you please.”

“… … I’m tired.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

As Cordelia turned in the opposite direction, he grabbed her shoulder tightly. She tried to shake it off, but Leonard’s grip was stronger than she had thought.

“Look me in the eye and tell me straight.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You don’t want to marry me?”

“… … .”

“No. Let’s get married. I know your first marriage was shitty. But I’m not like your ex-husband. I’ll be more loyal than anyone else when we get married and have kids.”

I know.

Cordelia muttered to herself. Despite his cold and indifferent appearance, Leonard was incredibly affectionate and kind to his people. He was also responsible and not the type of person who would cheat like Craig.

That’s why she was even more scared.

If she told him the truth, he might say it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter whether she had demon blood or not.

But Cordelia couldn’t guarantee what harm the demon blood in her body would do to him or what disaster the child she had with him would bring.

‘No. I might not be able to have kids at all, like my mother.’

Either way, it would be of no help to Attila. With Maximilian dead, Attila’s only direct descendant was Leonard. It would be a better option for him to marry a proper woman and start a normal family than her, a half-human.

As the silence grew longer, Leonard spoke first. His forehead was deeply furrowed, and a faint pain could be felt.

“Say whatever you want.”

“My answer is the same.”

Cordelia stubbornly kept her lips shut and avoided eye contact. Leonard sighed deeply above her head.

“I don’t understand. You asked me to propose to you again before you left this room. What has changed in our relationship since then?”

“I think I made a rash decision. I’m scared of marrying the Master.”

“What’s so scary?”

“Everything.”

I’m scared that I’ll ruin you.

“If you’re afraid of what other people think, let’s have the wedding somewhere where the two of us are alone. If Attila’s name is burdensome, you won’t have to take responsibility for anything. I promise.”

Leonard continued to plead or persuade. Nevertheless, Cordelia kept her mouth shut like a stone and shook her head. Leonard got angry and irritated, but soon gave up.

“Next time, next time. After I’ve recovered.”

“If you want, Master… …”

Cordelia took a deep breath and let it out.

“You can excommunicate me.”

“Excommunicate? Do you even know what that means?”

Leonard turned back to her as he was leaving the bedroom. She lowered her eyes again, unable to meet his sharp gaze.

“I know it’s a death sentence for a wizard.”

“You know that and you say it out loud? Do you want to cut ties with me like that?”

“Oh, no! That’s not it.”

It meant that she had nothing to say even if Leonard found her annoying and kicked her out. But he suddenly grabbed Cordelia’s wrist tightly, not knowing how to interpret her words, and said in a low voice,

“Do you dare let me run away?”

“I’m not trying to run away… … I’m following Master.”

“You what?”

His eyes were so fiercely glaring that it seemed like he was holding a knife that wasn’t even there. When Cordelia couldn’t easily continue speaking, Leonard pushed her wrist away and said,

“You have to stay by my side until you die anyway. Even if you don’t get married.”

“I know.”

“So don’t think of anything unnecessary and just stay still. As soon as I make the antidote, I’ll go to Wilarth. And you, haa.”

Leonard stopped talking and roughly washed his

face. He muttered, “I guess I’ve finally gone mad,” and turned his back and left Cordelia. Cordelia stared at the door he had left behind, then curled up into a ball.

All sorts of thoughts crossed her mind.

What if she had been born somewhere else instead of Vasquez? What if she had been born in a normal family where her mother didn’t have to make a contract with the devil?

Should she apologize to Leonard and tell him the truth? Or should she pretend not to know and wear the ring he gave her?

“Miss.”

At that moment, someone carefully opened the door and came in. It was Chelsea, her maid who had been serving her at Embley Castle. Chelsea approached her with a wry smile.

“Are you up? Would you like to eat?”

“Not really.”

“Oh, the sun is already high above my head. If you don’t have an appetite, should I bake some cookies?”

“I told you I don’t want to eat anything.”

Cordelia sighed deeply and covered herself with the blanket again. It was hard to swallow even a sip of water, let alone food.

“No matter how hard it is, you have to eat. Well, you’re going to die anyway, so do you really have to not eat?”

“… … W, WHAT.”

My spine tingled. Chelsea’s voice suddenly became as low as a man’s. Cordelia instinctively wrapped herself in a shield magic.

“What a pity.”

The blanket she had been wrapped around was cleanly cut off. Cordelia quickly stepped back.

She looked up at Chelsea, and her face was strangely distorted. Her fingernails were long, just like Nazabut’s.

“Chelsea?”

“She’s already dead.”

Nazabut, who had covered Chelsea’s body, smirked. She had thought of him as a friendly face just a moment ago, but the face she was facing gave her goosebumps.

“How on earth did you get here? And what about Lydia?”

“Ahaha. Are you thinking of Lydia even in this situation? Don’t worry. My host is sleeping in a good place right now.”

Cordelia caught her breath. She was staying in the last room on the third floor. It was the deepest part of the mansion, so it was unlikely that anyone would come running after hearing her screams.

She tried to buy time by saying something, but Nazabut must have noticed her trick and staggered closer. Her fingernails had grown back to normal size. He spoke casually, as if he was talking to a friend she hadn’t seen in a long time.

“It’s been a while, right?”

“Well, I think I saw you a month ago.”

“Ugh. That’s too much. I missed you so much. It was so hard to come here because of that damn dog, but I’m glad we met again.”

“Damn dog? Are you talking about Lottie?”

Cordelia got out of bed and slowly backed toward the window. Fortunately, the window was open. She could see out of the corner of her eye that it was quite high, but this was the best way to escape the demon.

“You really didn’t want to see me?”

“Why are you after me?”

“Why? Because I have to eat you to become complete.”

“What do you mean? Is it because of my blood?”

“Blood? Human blood doesn’t taste that good.”

Nazabut shrugged and looked around.

“I don’t have a taste for drinking blood, but if you want… …”

Cordelia didn’t miss the moment his gaze turned elsewhere. She wrapped her magic around her shield as strongly as she could and leaped out the open window. She was afraid of heights, but she couldn’t break her will to live.

“Sleep, Cordelia!”

“Ugh!”

Even with the shield, it was impossible to avoid the shock of falling from the third floor. The moment she hit the ground, a sharp pain shot up her spine. Fortunately, she didn’t get seriously injured because she jumped onto the grass, but she couldn’t walk properly because her leg was twisted.

“Hahahaha.”

A strange and creepy laughter that wasn’t that of a man or a woman was heard. Nazabut looked at Cordelia, who was limping away, and lightly jumped over the window.

“Are you saying we should play tag? I like it.”

“Chelsea? You’re Chelsea, right?”

The knight who came running after hearing the commotion called the maid’s name in surprise. He couldn’t close his mouth when he saw the maid who lightly jumped down from the third floor. Cordelia shouted at him urgently.

“Run away! And bring Elector Count Attila here!”

“Huh? What’s that all of a sudden… ”

Unfortunately, those were the last words the knight left. Nazabut’s claws grew long in an instant and decapitated the knight.

“Ugh.”

The knight’s head rolled at Cordelia’s feet. Even at the moment of death, he had not realized his own death, as if he had kept his eyes open. The moment Cordelia’s eyes met the dead man’s, she felt a surge of nausea.

But she couldn’t just helplessly take it here. Cordelia ran in the opposite direction of Nazabut with her limping legs as best she could. However, her speed was ridiculously slow, so Nazabut chased after Cordelia mockingly.

“Cordelia. Where are you going? Let’s play together.”

The reason he didn’t kill her right away was obvious. He wanted to cruelly trample on his prey, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Cordelia broke out in a cold sweat. There was a loud noise, but no one was there except for the knight who had arrived first.

“What? You’re not even answering. You’re boring. I’ll just kill you here.”

“Who cares?”

“Huh?”

Nazabut’s body was thrown far away with a thud. Cordelia raised her head belatedly and was startled by the appearance of a person she hadn’t expected to see here.