I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 135



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Servet and Grita
2024.03.14.

Cordelia’s eyes darkened. If she lost her senses even for a moment, she could be dragged to the wedding hall. She twisted her body to escape from her master’s arms. The attempt was admirable, but the man’s strength was more than Cordelia had imagined.

“Where are you going?”

“Let me go, let me go.”

Of course, Leonard didn’t even snort. He hugged Cordelia tightly with both hands from behind her. She could feel her master’s breath on her ear. Cordelia’s cheeks turned red.

“Should I only have three children?”

“Can you have children on your own now?”

“I’ve named them fifteen, so you can choose later.”

“Congratulations. Attila said that your hands are precious, but you’ve given birth to fifteen. I guess you have nothing to worry about.”

“I shouldn’t be the one receiving the congratulations, but my wife should.”

The way they kept talking about what they wanted to say reminded me of when I first met Leonard. When Cordelia recalled that moment and chuckled, Leonard brought his face closer.

“You laughed.”

“No.”

She turned her head and was surprised to see that their faces were so close. Cordelia quickly became serious. However, Leonard didn’t miss a beat he had once he caught her.

“You just laughed. Do you laugh when you think of me? Don’t you need a reliable husband?”

“Why are you so shameless, Master?”

“I learned everything from you.”

“Keuhehehehe.”

At that moment, a strong cough was heard from the side. The cough was so loud that it sounded like someone had tuberculosis. As expected, Baron was standing there, covering his mouth with his fist.

“You haven’t officially gotten married yet. There are many eyes watching you.”

Baron calmly persuaded the two. Only then did Cordelia escape her Master’s embrace and return to the carriage. Lottie, who had been dozing off on the carriage floor, opened her eyes slightly and confirmed that she had returned before dozing off again. Since

Leonard treated Cordelia like a bride so openly, the vassals and attendants who traveled with her treated her very carefully.

Even Belluce never spoke informally or said anything rude to Cordelia.

“We’ve arrived.”

“Are you going to continue that disgusting courtesy?”

Belluce, who was helping Cordelia get out of the carriage, said with squinted eyes.

“No matter how much I’m called a mad dog, I won’t treat you like that to the lady who will become Attila.”

“I told you not to. No one really believes me when I say I won’t get married.”

“You, hmm. No matter what Cordelia says, it will be as the master wants it anyway. Don’t have empty dreams.”

After sitting in the carriage for ten days without moving, her ankle injury was almost healed.

After passing through the gate of Yebo Delrim, the atmosphere felt strangely different. There were still many people coming and going as before, but the buildings with signs of burnt-out here and there and the remains of a broken fountain added to the tension.

“I have to go straight to the palace, so you stay in the townhouse.”

“Yes. I understand.”

“If you run away… .”

“Don’t worry, Master. I will tie you up tight, no matter what.”

“Yes. You’re very secure.”

Beluche said with great determination. If anyone knew, they would think she was entrusted with the task of transporting a criminal.

“Hey, I’m here. What do you mean I’m running away?”

Cordelia grumbled, her lips sticking out. Leonard lightly tapped her forehead.

“I’d like to take you to the palace, but the matter is so serious that I’m holding back. So please be quiet.”

“Yes, yes. Go.”

Leonard and Baron left for the palace, leaving Cordelia waving her hand halfheartedly.

* * *

In front of the palace, carriages with the emblems of the eight families were already lined up. As soon as the carriage with the white snake stopped, a servant quickly ran over and opened the carriage door.

“Welcome, Elector Count. We will escort you inside.”

“Who has arrived?”

“Everyone is here except for Embly and Elector Count Elfenbaum.”

When he entered the conference room as the servant said, five pairs of eyes were waiting for him.

“You’re finally coming. How long have I waited for you!”

“It seems we can’t come to a conclusion with the people gathered here?”

Leonard looked around the people sitting in the conference room with his characteristically unlucky tone and expression. The King of Ershe, Gabriel, was really upset, but wasn’t it the one who was originally regretful who bowed and went in?

“Haha. What would we discuss without the iron-blooded wizard of Ershe? Come on, come on, sit down.”

“Before that, there’s one thing I want to make clear.”

Leonard’s gaze was fixed on Elector Vasquez, who was sitting in the corner. Naturally, everyone’s gaze also turned to him.

“It’s because I feel like there’s an unworthy person sitting here.”

Pablo pretended not to notice Leonard’s eyes but looked into space and said nothing. Leonard’s eyes sank coldly.

“What is Vasquez, who doesn’t even have troops and can’t even protect himself, doing here? Instead, let’s put any knight standing outside.”

“Elector Attila.”

The rebuttal came not from Pablo, but from the gray bear Lopez. The large man placed his thick hands on the table and spoke politely.

“This is a place where anyone from the eight sacred families can come.”

“You already have only faded glory, so how dare you use that name?”

Leonard still glared at Pablo with eyes full of contempt. Saracen let out a short sigh and stepped between them.

“Why are you doing that? “Weren’t you supposed to marry his daughter Cordelia? Then why are you being so nit-picky?”

“Marriage?”

The one who reacted most sensitively to that word was none other than Pablo.

“Elector Attila is marrying my daughter? Huh!”

At that moment, an ice spear the size of a grown man’s forearm was stuck on the table right in front of Pablo. Pablo was horrified at the sight and backed away in a hurry.

“Don’t say my daughter. It’s disgusting. Before I really kill you.”

“… … .”

The murderous intent was obvious to anyone who saw it. Pablo was so scared, like a mouse meeting a cat, that he couldn’t even control his body properly. Leonard pointed to the door and said,

“Get out. If I keep looking at Elector Vasquez’s face, my hand will slip. Of course, it was stuck exactly where I wanted it to be just now.”

Leonard threatened openly. It would have been ridiculously rude, but there was no one here who would dare to go against Leonard.

Pablo looked around carefully. It seemed like he was looking for someone who would take his side, but no one made eye contact with Pablo. In the end, Pablo opened the conference room door with his own hand and left with a humiliated face.

“Anyway, with your temper.”

Gabriel clicked his tongue briefly after confirming that Pablo had left. That was all he could say about what had just happened. Leonard sat down in his assigned seat with great composure and spoke to Gabriel.

“How much did we talk about?”

“What did you talk about? All you did was bite Vasquez and kick him out as soon as you arrived. That’s enough. Even if the author is there, nothing will change. The important thing is that that demon called Nazabut or something came all the way to Yevo Delim and is causing trouble.”

“What were the demon subjugation units doing?”

“They split in half and eliminated the shadows, and the other half searched for the main body. So the ones chasing the main body confronted Nazabut, but you all know the result.”

“Shadow?”

Lopez asked when he heard a word he didn’t know. Gabriel explained the shadows created by the demons with great arrogance.

“That’s a big deal. If we don’t completely eliminate the shadows, then even if we kill Nazabut’s main body, it won’t work, right?”

“You should call Sirius of the Triska School and hear the details.”

“Is the reason we haven’t been able to deal with that demon yet because of the shadows?”

“That’s one thing, but Nazabut… … .”

The eight heads of the families, including Leonard, continued their meeting, putting their heads together.

* * *

“Shouldn’t you stop following me around like that? It’s burdensome?”

“Are you okay with that?”

“You only took one step behind and now you’re acting all showy.”

Belluce was extremely protective of Cordelia, which was extremely burdensome. Whenever she tried to drink even a cup of tea, she would glare at her maid, saying that it was poisoned, and would snatch the cup without saying a word, drinking it first.

“I can tell if it’s poisoned.”

“Did the person who said they could tell eat Tarcia?”

“No, you knew full well that I didn’t eat it on purpose, but that you forced yourself to eat it.”

While he was bickering with Beluche, Leila, whom he hadn’t seen in a long time, approached him.

“We have a guest.”

“A guest? The master is in the palace right now. Who is it?”

“It’s not you who’s looking for the master, it’s you who’s looking for Cordelia.”

“Me?”

“Yes. It was a middle-aged woman wearing priestly attire. Her appearance was dark, like someone from the South.”

“Oh, no. Rani?”

Cordelia suddenly got up and told Leila to hurry and bring her. She clearly said she was going back to Yeratcus when they had parted ways two weeks ago, so why did she come to Yebo Delim?

“Miss.”

As expected, the guest who came to see Cordelia was Rani. She hugged Cordelia very happily, as if she had not seen her in years. Beluche was standing like a stone a little distance away.

“What are you doing here?”

“I have good news. I received permission from the high priest on my way back to Yerathcus.”

“What permission?”

“Permission to use divine power. So, on my way to Lansha, I heard that Elector Count Attila was going to Yevo Delim, so I quickly followed him.”

Rani’s face was a mixture of joy and excitement.

However, Cordelia still had a hard time understanding what she was saying. She knew that there were priests among the priests of the Reman Church who could use special powers. However, that was not enough to explain why she had come all the way here to chase Cordelia.

“What are you going to use it for?”

“I can identify bloodlines, or rather, paternity. Elector Count Vasquez is also in Yevo Delim. I can use my power to make everything clear.”