After I Died, My Husband Went Mad [EN]: Chapter 93

“Ah.”

Coming to my senses, I realized a lot of time had passed. I didn’t even know when Diheart had left. Sevelia threw the cold tea into the sink, stood blankly for a moment, and then shook her head.

‘Get a grip.’

But those words were only for times when she inevitably couldn’t get a grip. Sevelia eventually collapsed onto the bed.

[Just take revenge on me.]

“What a stupid thing to say.”

You idiot. Sevelia cursed at Diheart, burying her face in the pillow. She was already taking revenge on him. She relieved her resentment by emotionally shaking him, tearing at his heart, and making him cry.

Of course, after seeing him completely break down in front of her yesterday, she decided to put that plan on hold temporarily…….

[I’ll help you.]

She still couldn’t believe it. How could he say such a thing to her? He would help her take revenge on him. How could he so readily utter such insane words?

Just when she couldn’t understand Diheart and was getting angry at his brazen suggestion, his image of fainting while crying filled her head.

‘Well, I guess it’s natural since he’s crazy…….’

Remembering his eyes shining white, Sevelia groaned. The problem was herself. She should have just let the ramblings of a madman pass, but the problem was that she couldn’t.

“Ha.”

It was a complete mess. Sevelia groaned, clutching the pillow. Ironically, one of the confusions filling her head was this:

‘Was what I did not revenge?’

She had been determined to take revenge in her own way, but could it be that he didn’t even perceive it as revenge? Still, seeing him cry and apologize like that, it couldn’t have been completely ineffective.

[No, I’m not enough. Let’s take revenge on everyone who tormented you.]

Sevelia clenched her lips, recalling Diheart demanding revenge with burning eyes. Words that wouldn’t leave her head. That whisper to make everyone who tormented her, not just Diheart, pay the price.

That was the biggest reason she couldn’t dismiss Diheart’s words, and the cause of the self-loathing stirring in her heart.

“I still…….”

A suppressed voice leaked out from between the pillows.

“I couldn’t escape my father’s influence.”

A chill covered her body. More than anger, a sense of futility first dug into her heart.

‘I was so determined to take revenge on Diheart. And that revenge was so insignificant…….’

Why couldn’t I even think of that when it came to my father? It wasn’t about discussing the possibility of practical revenge. It wasn’t because she couldn’t foresee the plan to bring down Marquis Weden and its feasibility that she felt wronged. Just.

“I couldn’t even think of it.”

Like a child born and raised in a cave who cannot imagine the existence of the sun, Sevelia couldn’t even think of revenge against her father.

That made her so angry and resentful that Sevelia tightened her arms around the pillow. She curled up on the bed and didn’t move for a long time.

* * *

“Hah…!”

A rough exclamation burst out with heavy breathing. The short syllable that came out as if he was dumbfounded and couldn’t believe it echoed loudly in the hallway.

Bang!

Diheart kicked open the office door and swept the desk clean. With a crash, the furniture that Illei had barely organized fell to the floor.

“Bella, Bella. Bella…….”

No, Sevelia. Diheart smiled coldly, clutching his head and groaning. He couldn’t forget Sevelia’s face as she stared blankly up at him. A growling voice poured out onto the back of his hand on the desk.

“You should have been angry and cursed at people.”

Instead of opening those soft lips and hurting them with barbed words, she should have taken a knife and cut their throats, and laughed as she poisoned their glasses.

‘Instead of so casually talking about your responsibilities……!’

In the dim office, only the lightning-struck eyes shone fiercely.

“You’re so stupid.”

He felt nauseous at his own patheticness. Kindness? Consideration? Sevelia wasn’t generous to him because she had a big heart and a kind nature. Without knowing that, he mistook her somewhat twisted sense of responsibility for consideration and tried to rely on it.

“Ha!”

The flames burning inside overflowed to his throat. He wanted to vomit out this hot feeling as it was. But knowing that Sevelia would also be hurt if he did so, he had to force the sharp force into himself.

The situation couldn’t have been worse.

“Damn it…….”

Instead of destroying the mansion and burning the vegetation, the man who decided to destroy himself buried his face in his hands and swallowed a groan. Crackling. The sound of sparks echoed in the office, but the flames did not illuminate the shadowed place.

Thud. Just as the sound of blood vessels bulging and bursting resounded clearly in his eardrums, someone opened the office door and came in. It was Illei’s presence. Diheart moved his eyes between his fingers.

“What’s the matter?”

A small, white flame repeatedly popped up and disappeared between his moving lips. Illei lost his words for a moment at the flame that was more clearly visible in the dark. Before he could come to his senses, Diheart got up from his seat.

“Ah, ah. Ha! That’s good.”

A thick blood vessel bulged on Diheart’s neck as he got up, sweeping back his hair. The blood vessel, which seemed to be trying to burst through his skin, was so taut that it seemed like it would burst if he just touched it.

Gulp, Illei swallowed. He slightly regretted rushing over after hearing the report that Diheart had gone to the office. At this moment, Diheart felt like a walking powder keg.

‘I never thought I’d think it would be better if you just caused a riot openly.’

There was no sense of oppression crushing the room, nor explosions embroidering the air like stars. But Diheart, who might explode at any moment in the silence, was more eerie than all of that combined.

What on earth had happened? Illei couldn’t even bring himself to ask. It was Diheart who saved him, who couldn’t even breathe properly due to the tension.

Swish, Diheart quickly scribbled something on a letter he had taken out, roughly crumpled the paper into an envelope, and threw it at Illei.

Thud.

“Duke, this is.”

“Send it to Hiland Hall by express delivery. And tell the knights to pack their bags. We’re going back to the North.”

It was the moment when a faint light appeared on Illei’s face.

“Prepare to leave as quickly as possible. And… yes, the group of doctors will also join this trip to the North. Make sure to prepare thoroughly so that Lady Bella doesn’t feel uncomfortable.”

“Yes?”

Diheart continued, ignoring Illei’s shrill voice.

“In addition, issue a temporary lockdown order to the cities in the northern border area. There is no need to cut off trade, but strengthen the verification process for those who come and go. Especially against nobles from the Central.”

“Are you limiting it to those from the Central?”

“Yes. It doesn’t matter if they come in… but don’t let them leave the North without my permission.”

“There will be noise. The Imperial Family might step in.”

“They won’t show a serious attitude towards a madman. If they did, it would be like announcing that they are at the same level. They’ll just watch and pretend to stop me.”

A snicker echoed in the office. Diheart, who was leaning on the desk and only looking up at Illei, had eyes that were bleached white. Seeing that, Illei gave up asking any further questions.

“I will follow your orders.”

It was the moment when he was about to leave the office with his head bowed.

Knock knock.

A normal knock that broke the tension echoed. Illei didn’t miss the sight of a streak of fire popping up on the back of Diheart’s hand on the desk.

“I’ll go see what it is.”

“…….”

“What’s going on?”

Illei, who opened the door instead of Diheart, received a letter. His cheeks hardened when he saw the sender. Diheart, noticing his hesitant expression, raised his bent upper body.

“Bring it.”

Illei hesitated for a short time. Would it be beneficial or detrimental to tell him this news now? But his worries were useless from the start.

Diheart, who had silently approached Illei from behind, snatched the letter from his hand. Illei, staring at his empty hand, swallowed a sigh.

The sound of tearing the envelope from behind echoed clearly. Swaak. The long torn envelope fluttered and fell with the dark powder.

And then silence. A silence so thick and dark that it filled the room as if he wished there would be a commotion. Illei closed and opened his eyes, holding back the urge to grab the doorknob and run out of the office.

“……I was one step late.”

A heavy voice fell like thunder.

[…Therefore, I ask you to listen without being heartbroken, Duke. It seems that the body of the deceased Duchess has been stolen by someone. The one who knows that fact is…….]

The letter sent by Ryan clearly revealed his helpless feelings.

* * *

It was a few days ago.

“How many guards did you attach to the Marquis, and he disappeared without a trace!”

Ryan, who thought everything would be over after sending off Marquis Lims’ triumphant march, was scratching his head at the sudden disappearance of Marquis Weden.

The guards he had attached were all unconscious and collapsed in the Latour Hall, where he had entered with hurried steps. It was an unbelievable reality.

“That is.”

The hesitant knight took out a few burnt amulets from his arms with a pale face. It was the trace of a sorcerer.

Seeing that, the face of the sorcerer hired by Gren and Flora flashed through Ryan’s head. Come to think of it, that guy was only detained because the charges were unclear. Ryan clicked his tongue and turned around, growling.

“Immediately close Hiland Hall and find Marquis Weden. Scatter around the main patrol areas!”

Fortunately, the important areas had been double-monitored early on. It was thanks to the strengthened alert posture in case Lims was trying to do something. But that was a mistake.

No one thought that Marquis Weden would have started this plot to dig up his dead daughter’s grave.