I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 150



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Hello, My Daughter
2024.03.29.

“Why are you suddenly useful?”

“I thought I was a useless person.”

“What?”

Leonard asked back, as if he found it ridiculous. Despite her reaction of absurdity, Cordelia mustered up her courage and opened her mouth.

“That’s what my father always told me. Be grateful that he raised a useless person like you. It was the same even after I married Abrams. Because I was a woman who couldn’t have children. I was always a useless person and thought that was natural.”

“Why is that your problem?”

“I knew it wasn’t true in my head, but I always thought it was my problem. I always concluded that it would have been better if I had done better. That’s why I was a little happy when he told me that I had to do the magic to seal Nazabut. It felt like I had truly found my use. It felt like I had become a useful person.”

Cordelia thought he would laugh. She thought she would laugh at the ridiculous delusions. But Leonard hugged her tightly instead.

“You must have suffered from struggling alone again.”

“Isn’t that stupid?”

“No. All humans are like that. They wander to find the purpose of their birth. They want to be recognized, loved, and useful.”

Those calm words were a great comfort to Cordelia. Leonard patted Cordelia on the back and spoke softly.

“But you know, Cordelia. You don’t necessarily think you’re useful… …”

“You don’t need to prove it?”

“What? Did you know?”

“Yes. It’s too late, but I found out. Thanks to Servette.”

Cordelia told her the story of meeting Servette in the seal of Nazabut. He listened quietly and then said,

“He gave you a great gift and left.”

“I didn’t even have to say thank you or sorry.”

“You know even if I don’t say it. It seems I’ve been watching you for a long time.”

Just bringing up the subject of Servette made Cordelia want to cry again, so she quickly buried her face in his chest.

“I’m sorry. I made a selfish choice without thinking of you.”

“It’s okay. It’s enough that you came back alive. In return… … .”

“In return? Just tell me. I’ll listen to everything.”

Cordelia said with great determination. Leonard laughed at her confident attitude, as if she could pluck the stars from the sky.

“I want you to be the most precious person in the world.”

“Me?”

“Yes. Don’t think of me as useless, and don’t harm yourself by thinking that I’m a worthless person. Accept and love you completely, unconditionally. Because I already love you that much.”

Cordelia was a little dazed for a moment by the unexpected words. She slowly raised her head and met his eyes.

Leonard realized where Cordelia’s obsession with ‘useful’ people came from. The deep-rooted self-loathing that existed in her heart was the root of it all.

“Love me… … .”

“Without any conditions.”

“Without any conditions.” He

followed Leonard’s words absentmindedly, like a child learning

to speak for the first time. He didn’t think he would immediately become full of self-love just because he said a few words, but that didn’t matter. He just had to keep talking until she completely accepted it.

In fact, Leonard didn’t want anything from her. The day Cordelia was sealed away with Nazabut and disappeared, his life came to a complete halt. It was hard to wake up in the morning and breathe, it was painful to eat lunch, and he couldn’t even remember when he slept. He

was just a breathing corpse. If Baron and Beluche hadn’t knelt down and told him to please come to his senses for Attila, he would have probably been thrown into a deep mountain and dried up to death. Or he would have somehow torn off Nazabut’s seal and destroyed the world. Either

way, it seemed the worst.

So when he saw Cordelia standing in the middle of a field of flowers, he thought he had gone completely crazy. It didn’t make sense otherwise.

But it was real. The real Cordelia Vasquez had returned.

That was enough for Leonard. He let go of Cordelia, whom he was holding tightly in his arms, and held out his hand instead.

“Let’s go now.”

“Where?”

“Your funeral. Today is your funeral.”

“What? No, it’s been a few days since someone disappeared and you’re already having a funeral?”

Cordelia turned her head in surprise.

“A few days? It’s already been a month.”

“It’s been over a month since I disappeared? Has it been that long?”

She had thought it would be at most a day or two, but a month? Now she realized why Servette had urged her to go back quickly.

The two entered the white castle after passing the flower garden. It turned out that this was Lanxia, ​​the home of Attila.

The mourners dressed in black were so shocked that they could not close their mouths when they saw Cordelia holding Leonard’s hand. Baron, Beluche, and even Gasil ran over in one go. They were shocked when they confirmed that the person standing next to Leonard was the real Cordelia.

“Oh my, oh my!”

“Is it really Lady Cordelia? She’s alive, right?”

“I’m glad you’re back, Lady Cordelia.”

The people of the magic alliance who attended the funeral also ran over, forgetting their pride at the news that Cordelia had returned alive. Rosenblu was nowhere to be seen. Kanon, who arrived first, shed tears as soon as he saw her.

“Oh my, Cordelia. I knew you were alive, right? You’re such a disciple, you wouldn’t die so easily.”

“You’re old and foolish.”

Matilda scolded Kanon, but in fact, tears were welling up in her eyes. She quickly turned her head, wiped away her tears, and grabbed Cordelia’s hand.

“Welcome back, Cordelia. You’re so welcome back.”

“We thought you were sealed with Nazabut and died.”

“But how did you come back?”

“Actually, Servette helped.”

The men in black couldn’t take their eyes off Cordelia. They avoided those curious eyes and went into the castle. It was no different there. The scent of flowers in remembrance filled the air, making it suffocating.

Cordelia explained what had happened to those who knew the whole story. Matilda let out a sigh in the middle of her explanation.

“After all, it was Servette who sealed Nazabut.”

“It was Servette who borrowed your body. Don’t belittle your courage in willingly throwing yourself away.”

“I, yes. Thank you.”

If it had been like that, Cordelia would have shaken her head repeatedly in over-modesty, but she was able to accept the compliment somewhat calmly.

“By the way, what happened to Lord Rosenblu?”

Everyone’s expressions hardened as if they had broken a taboo. Matilda, the most calm among them, spoke up.

“I heard that he had been in a coma for a while due to Nazabut’s poison, but he recently woke up.”

“I see. That’s fortunate.”

“Elfenbaum has decided to take full responsibility and close his own family for the next generation. Embly is still on trial, but he will receive a similar punishment.”

“Ah… … .”

“Come on, we can’t just let such a happy day pass by. Isn’t that right, Attila?”

Kanon tried to change the subject with a smile. Leonard noticed his efforts and called his servant.

“Put away the flowers and bring out the food. We should have a grand banquet.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The servants quickly threw away the flowers that had decorated the castle and prepared a banquet. Those who had attended the funeral changed into black clothes and ate and drank wine and food, sharing joy together.

The lights did not go out until late at night. Someone invited a minstrel and made up a heroic epic after hearing her story.

“He slew the black-haired devil and returned alive and proud. Oh. His name is Vasquez. Vasquez, the blue hawk. Ershe’s purest sword.”

Some liked the tune and hummed along.

After hearing the minstrel’s song, Cordelia finally thought of her father. Today must have been her funeral, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“What happened to Elector Vasquez?”

Leonard, sitting next to her, realized from the dry address that she had no feelings for her father.

“I kept him from coming.”

“You did well. I don’t want to see him again, whether in life or death.”

“Elector Vasquez rushed to the council and erased Dennis from the Vasquez family tree. Now you’re the only Vasquez left.”

“No.”

Cordelia smiled and shook her head.

“I’m going to be Attila now. The Vasquez have lost their rightful heir, so they’re going to disappear from the world.”

“I see.”

Leonard swallowed his words as he was about to ask if she wanted revenge. For Pablo, who was obsessed with bloodline and family, completely cutting off the lineage would be the best revenge.

Thinking back on the past when he had despised and abused Cordelia, believing in the weakness of bloodline, he thought about taking proper action, but self-destruction was the most fitting end for him.