I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 141



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Servet and Grita
2024.03.20.

The way he called his mother’s name was too kind to be considered a simple contractual relationship. Cordelia couldn’t suppress her curiosity and asked,

“Are devils and their contract partners usually friendly?”

Looking at Leonard and Candias, she didn’t feel any particular affection between them, but since that was the only devil Cordelia knew, it might be different for others.
“Well, my relationship with Grita is special. How much does Grita know about me?”

It was a somewhat ambiguous question, but Cordelia immediately understood what he was asking.

“My mother originally had difficulty having children, and she only made a contract with you to have me.”

“Then I guess I should explain from the beginning.”

Servet lifted her long, white finger and lightly tapped Cordelia’s forehead. It was a weak touch, like a butterfly landing, but Cordelia couldn’t hold herself up properly and swayed.

It didn’t hurt. Rather, it felt like falling from a high place, and her insides sank, but the feeling was so unfamiliar that Cordelia almost screamed. When

she came to her senses and looked ahead, the scenery in front of her suddenly changed. She had clearly been in the room just a moment ago, but when she opened her eyes, she was in a forest.

Cordelia looked around in confusion. Fortunately, she saw Servette a little distance away.

“Servette… …!”

She stopped herself as she tried to run to him. A familiar woman she had seen somewhere before was standing in front of Servette, trembling.

“Huh, y, really, the devil, hic. I, the devil.”

“It’s amazing. A mere shadow, but a brat like this called me out. How old are you?”

“Y, y, fifteen.”

“My goodness. If you’re fifteen, you were born yesterday.”

“If you’re fifteen, you were born fifteen years ago. You must be a bit clumsy at counting.”

The woman, who had been trembling and unable to make eye contact, suddenly became serious and pointed out the incorrect concept of numbers. Then Servette burst into laughter.

“Fifteen years are like a day to me. So, what’s your name?”

“Gritta. Gritta Manson.”

Mother.

Cordelia’s eyes widened as she confirmed her identity. Gritta, who was still younger than Cordelia, couldn’t even look at Servette properly.

As Cordelia blinked her eyelids a few times, the two people disappeared from her sight.

The background that had been a forest also changed into a dark study. Gritta’s hands, holding a thick book, were stained with ink. She was sitting on the carpet, leaning against the bookshelf, and Servette was beside her as if it were a given.

“Matilda would be very surprised if she found out that I summoned a demon.”

“You have to speak properly. I didn’t summon it officially, I just matched with her wavelength so we can talk.”

“Then make a contract with me. You’re actually an incredibly strong demon, aren’t you?”

Gritta, who had lost her somewhat childish energy, looked at Servette with eyes that shone like stars. He stared at Gritta with an expression that made no sense, then gently pushed her forehead with his index finger.

“I don’t contract with people born yesterday.”

“I’m seventeen now. I’ll tell you again, I was born seventeen years ago.”

Gritta pouted her lips. Servette just smiled.

“This is better. Normally, it would be impossible for me to talk to you like this.”

“It feels like talking to a ghost because I can only see it with my eyes. If I summon you properly, I’ll be able to show you off to Lady Matilda.”

Watching up to this point, Cordelia could tell that what she was seeing was a scene from the past.

The scenery changed again.

“Marriage?”

“Yes. My father wants me to stop playing the wizard and get married. Isn’t this enough? … .”

Gritta’s eyes were swollen from crying so much. Servette carefully reached out and brushed her wet cheeks. Gritta didn’t know how Servette’s expression had changed because she was shedding tears that were blurring her vision.

“With me… … .”

“Ugh, what?”

“It’s nothing.”

Cordelia, who was watching the scene from a third-person perspective, vaguely saw that subtle emotion. However, before she could confirm its identity, the two people’s appearances changed again.

“How is it? Do you look good together?”

“Pretty.”

Grita was dazzlingly beautiful in her wedding dress. Servette smiled for her, even though she felt as if she was suffocating from the scent of flowers in the room filled with fresh flowers.

“Are you happy?”

“Yeah. Pablo seems like a good person. He said it didn’t matter when I told him I was weak and couldn’t have children. He said he just needed me.”

“Thank goodness.”

She couldn’t tell if she was happy because she was happy or because she had found a good husband. Servette just stared at Gritta walking down the virgin road.

The changed background was the most realistic she had ever seen. The sound of rain and thunder struck her ears at the same time. The damp ground shook slightly. Even though she knew it was a memory, Cordelia looked around in shock.

Servette grabbed Gritta’s shoulders and screamed. He had a scary face that Cordelia had never seen before.

“Are you out of your mind, summoning me officially? I am the twelfth demon. Just being summoned will cause a rift in the human world. What on earth were you thinking!”

“Make a contract with me.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Make a contract, Servette.”

“I told you. You will never make a contract with me.”

Servette refused Gritta’s request with a colder face than ever before. Then Gritta began to cry and her lips trembled.

“I want Pablo’s child.”

“… … .”

“If I have a child, that person will come back to me.”

“… … Grita.”

Servette looked down at Grita with complicated eyes. Unlike a moment ago, her voice was a bit broken.

“Lady Grita!”

On the other side, Lani was calling out to Grita earnestly. Grita looked back once and grabbed Servette’s arm tightly.

“Servette. Make a contract with me. I really want to have a child.”

“You know. I need your life to make a contract with me.”

“I don’t care.”

“You don’t care? You don’t care? That’s right now!”

Even though it was just a memory, Cordelia wanted to run to her mother right away and stop her. She didn’t want to be born while eating away at her mother’s life.

However, no matter how much she stretched out her hand, she couldn’t reach the mother in her memories.

“Humans are foolish.”

Servette, who had been shouting uncharacteristically, soon caught her breath and let out an incomprehensible sigh. He whispered, pulling away the hair stuck to Grita’s cheek, which was wet and messy, either from rain or tears.

“I always love that foolishness.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong light poured down. Because of the glare, Cordelia could not even open her eyes properly, let alone see ahead. She raised one arm to shield her eyes and waited for the light to disappear.

Finally, everything became quiet.

When she opened her eyes, Cordelia was sitting across from Servette in the Attila Townhouse. Everything felt like a dream.

He asked,

“Why are you crying?”

“Me?”

Cordelia fumbled and touched her cheek. It was wet and wet. Servette reached out, but stopped and took a handkerchief out of his bosom.

“Here. Wipe it off.”

She hesitated for a long time, holding tightly to the handkerchief he had handed her. She had so many questions she didn’t know what to say. Cordelia turned her back on the scene he had shown her and chose the safest question.

“… … I thought I was not a complete human, but a half-demon.”

“Humans and demons cannot coexist.”

Whether it was an illusion or not, Servette’s words sounded exactly like what she was saying to herself. Cordelia wiped her eyes with the handkerchief she had been given as she looked into his green eyes.

“But my eyes don’t resemble my mother or father, but they resemble yours.”

“When Gritta conceived you, she asked for your eyes to resemble mine.”

“Why?”

“Well. I don’t know because I didn’t ask why.”

Servette looked a bit lonely, so Cordelia didn’t ask any more.

“If it’s because you can see magic, it’s because you were influenced by me. You were by Gritta’s side the entire time you were pregnant. But you’re a complete human, so don’t worry. You just have a little special talent.”

“Huh? How did you know I could see magic?”

“I knew from the moment you were born, Cordelia.”

Cordelia licked her lips.

Did you love your mother? Did she love you too?

But as if he had read her mind and avoided the question, Servette changed the subject.

“I called you here because of Nazabut. I can’t stand to watch you run wild any longer, so I have to deal with you. Did you hear the general story from Laustonio?”

Who is Laustonio? she wondered, and then realized that it was Loti’s real name.

“You saved my life, so I will help you. But I have a question.”

“How can you stand up to Nazabut?”

“No. Why do you go to the trouble of getting rid of him yourself? The rift isn’t your fault.”

He paused for a moment, perhaps because of the unexpected question, before opening his mouth.

“Strictly speaking, it is my fault that Nazabut was able to descend.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“My power caused too much of a crack in this world. It is the rule that a demon of my level should not interfere or interfere with the human world. However, I broke the rule first, and because of that, a crack was created in the world, and Nazabut descended through that crack.”

“Does that mean that all of this happened because you and your mother made a contract?”

“… … I can’t say that they had nothing to do with each other, right?”

He ran his hand through his hair and reversed his crossed legs.

“That’s why I need your help. Cordelia.”