I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 133



Only Noblemtl

My First and Last
2024.03.12.

Tragedy. Cordelia agreed with those words. A meaningless hypothesis about what would have happened if Lydia had made a different choice flashed through her mind. For the first time, she felt like talking to Lydia.

“I’m not blaming Mr. Rosenblu. It just happened.”

There are such things in the world. Things that are like a great destiny that cannot be prevented or stopped by human power. When faced with such things, an individual cannot help but feel helpless.

Rosenblu’s attitude toward Cordelia was unfair, but it’s not that she didn’t understand his feelings at all. Anyone would become weak and petty in the face of such overwhelming misfortune.

She was just disappointed in Rosenblu. She thought she would react more maturely.

Disappointment… … As she talked, she was able to realize the true nature of this uncomfortable feeling she felt toward him.

“There are things that happen in the world that cannot be understood with common sense. “Lydia, who had everything, burned herself to get just one thing.”

Cordelia tried to add some plausible words of comfort, but stopped short. No amount of comfort would reach his ears. No amount of words would change what had happened.

“Goodbye.”

Instead, she said goodbye. She bowed half-kneeling politely. This would probably be the last time.

Cordelia turned and left him.

* * *

“There are three councilors living in Embly Castle, but two of them are out treating soldiers and the other is with the master.”

When Cordelia told the butler that she had hurt her leg and asked him to send a councilor, he answered, wiping the sweat from his forehead. The heat of Hasimus, located in the southern part of Ershe, was beyond imagination, and sweat poured down like rain even though it was clearly the season when autumn was approaching.

“Really? Then there’s nothing I can do. If any of you have time, come to me, ah.”

She stopped mid-sentence. It suddenly occurred to her that Anton had come to his senses.

“How is Elector Count Embly?”

“He still has difficulty walking, but he is conscious.”

“Then, would it be okay if I go and greet him?”

“I will go and ask the master.”

Fortunately, the butler returned with a bright face not long after leaving.

“He said it was okay to come. He asked me about the lady’s health first.”

“Really?”

Cordelia smiled and jumped up from the chair. A sharp pain surged through her ankle, but she was able to walk.

She followed the butler’s guidance to the bedroom where the Elector Count was staying. She arrived shortly after.

When she opened the door, a strong smell of medicine wafted out. Cordelia wrinkled her nose and went to the bed where Anton was lying. Anton looked at Cordelia and made eye contact.

“How are you feeling?”

“Not bad. Your master poured a lot of magic on me.”

As if those words were not a lie, her complexion was not bad for someone who had survived the near-death experience. Anton reached out and pointed to something.

“Would you like some water?”

“No. Don’t stand, sit down on the chair. I heard you hurt your foot.”

The servant standing by the wall quickly brought a chair and placed it behind Cordelia. Anton’s kindness did not end there. As expected, he called the councilor who had been standing far away and said, pointing to Cordelia,

“I’m fine now, so please look after this child.”

“Yes, master.”

The old councilor bowed his head politely and obeyed. Cordelia was already an adult, but instead of pointing that out, she accepted the councilor’s touch.

The councilor carefully examined her ankle, found that it was just a sprain, and prescribed some simple ointment and medicine.

“I’ll send the medicine through the servant.”

After saying that, the councilor left the room with the servant. Now Cordelia and Anton were the only ones in the bedroom.

Anton was looking at the setting sun through the window. Cordelia didn’t bother to urge him. After some time had passed, Anton spoke without taking his eyes off the window.

“I saw Lara in my dream.”

Cordelia remembered that the name belonged to Anton’s wife. Anton’s face reflected in the window was filled with regret, memories, and longing.

“After Lara died, I always thought I wanted to die. I wish I could just disappear from this world when I opened my eyes the next morning. But I had Rosaline, and I had to protect her, so I could somehow live each day.”

“I see.”

Instead of offering clumsy words of comfort or sympathy, Cordelia gave a light nod and fell silent again.

“It may sound like an excuse to you, but at that time, Maximilian’s words were like my last hope. I believed that my daughter would live just as Elector Attila had been resurrected. If I didn’t believe those words, I wouldn’t be able to breathe.”

After a long confession, Anton finally turned his head and looked at Cordelia.

“Attila has already told the council everything, and I will be brought to trial as soon as I recover.”

“What does that mean?”

“You broke Maximilian out of prison, poisoned a nobleman, and threatened his life, so the crime is very serious. The punishment won’t be light.”
“Will you be executed?”

“If you want, you can.”

Cordelia was embarrassed inside because she asked casually but got an overly serious answer.

“You talk like

it’s someone else’s business.” “I only realized what I did after everything was over. I feel sorry for you.”

“But no matter how serious the crime, can you put the Elector to death? Isn’t that just a joke to get my sympathy?”

When Cordelia asked with a suspicious look, Anton smiled faintly instead.

“Haha. You still don’t seem to know how much power Attila has. If he wants, he can even overthrow the king of Ershe.”

Cordelia often forgot that Leonard was the head of the White Snake Attila, but at such times, she realized her master’s greatness.

“So if you want revenge, tell your master. He’s the man who will cut off my head and bring it to me.”

“No.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to kill someone who is desperate to die.”

“… … .”

Why did Anton mention the word death first, among the many punishments? As if he wanted her to choose that punishment.

“The punishment is meaningful if you receive it while alive. So live.”

“The rest of my life is meaningless.”

Anton’s face, which had never shown any emotion, distorted for the first time. Cordelia got up from her seat.

“Still, live. Because of you, I have to take an antidote every ten days for the rest of my life. If I miss even one day, I will die in terrible pain. I would like to share this horror with the Elector by poisoning him, but I cannot do it because I feel like I would die happily.”

I wish Anton would live his whole life reflecting on the sins he committed against her and atone for them. Death that would make him feel at peace is too lenient.

“If life is a punishment, then live to pay for the sins you committed.”

“Is that the punishment you have chosen?”

“Yes.”

Cordelia nodded her head firmly.

“Yes, then…”

Anton muttered while looking at the bed sheets, then suddenly raised his head and spoke to Cordelia’s back as she was about to leave.

“Do you want something?”

“What do you mean?”

“Since all this happened because of my foolish greed, tell me what you want. I will grant it in the name of Embly.”

“Well, I can’t think of anything right now.”

“What about the dowry?”

“Yes? Are you crazy? You want me as your wife?”

When Cordelia took a few steps back in shock, Anton also said with a serious expression.

“Don’t say such horrible things. “ I only have Lara as a wife.”

“Then why the sudden dowry?”

“Aren’t you planning to marry Elector Attila? There’s no way that the lowly Vasquez would provide a dowry.”

“No, no. I’m just your disciple.”

Cordelia hastily shook her head in denial. Anton asked back, puzzled.

“Didn’t Elector Attila propose to you yet?”

“How did you know? Didn’t your Master tell you?”

“Those who love something can’t hide it.”

He answered vaguely. Cordelia chewed on Anton’s words. The word love was so sweet that it made her tongue sting.

Anton noticed that her complexion wasn’t so bright and asked,

“You seem to like him too. You even proposed to me. What’s the problem?”

“I have many shortcomings. I’m not the right person for you, Master.”

“What’s missing?”

“Huh?”

“What’s missing? “Isn’t Vasquez one of the Eight Sacred Families?”

“Well, I’ve already been married once.”

“Not now. I heard your husband is already dead.”

This time Anton took the lead in the conversation. Cordelia could only manage a clumsy retort to every word he uttered.

“My family would surely cling to me like leeches if I told them I married Attila. And the Vasquez are poor and have no dowry.”

“If Elector Vasquez is annoying, just kill him. Surely he wouldn’t still have feelings for you even after being treated like that?”

“Oh my, that’s not something someone who gave my father a hundred thousand ringlets should say.”

“There’s no need to think that family has to go all the way. Some families are worse than none.”

Cordelia stubbornly shook her head. Anton realized that there was something else she hadn’t said besides the reasons she had given. With the wisdom of an older man, Anton didn’t ask about it.

“Don’t do something stupid.”

“… … .”

“The things you’re worrying about now are nothing in the long run. They’re so trivial. Don’t lose the person you love because of that.”

“I, I.”

At that moment, the door thudded outside. It was a bit too emotional to call it a knock. Anton clicked his tongue.

“Go ahead. I think someone is waiting for you outside.” There was

only one person waiting for her in this castle. As expected, Leonard was standing outside.

Cordelia closed the door and stood in the hallway, looking up at Leonard.

“Master. What should I do here?”

“I heard from the butler that you were here.”

“Yes. I have something to tell Elector Embly.”

“Really? I have something to tell you, too.”

Before she could ask what, Leonard spouted out his words like a rapid fire gun.

“The wedding will be in the fall. Langsha is the most beautiful in the fall.”

“Langsha?”

“The territory where Attila is located. Oh, and for the ring, there is a diamond ring that has been passed down in Attila, so you can wear that, and for the clothes, I just need to measure your size, so about a month should be enough.”

“Wait, wait. Master, what do you mean?”

“I have already sent a letter to His Majesty the King informing him of our marriage.”

“What did you send?”

“There won’t be many people to invite. It seems like neither you nor I have a wide range of personal relationships.”