After I Died, My Husband Went Mad [EN]: Chapter 114

“Dihart?”

“Bella, what are you doing here instead of sleeping?”

“I was just… No, shouldn’t I be the one asking you that question?”

“Ah.”

Dihart then realized that he had left the mansion without a word.

“I didn’t have time for that. I’m sorry.”

“Hmm.”

Sevelia looked at Dihart, who couldn’t hide his embarrassment, and wrapped her shawl tighter. At first, she thought she was hallucinating from lack of sleep. It was because he looked so unfamiliar right now.

‘What on earth has he been doing…’

At first glance, Dihart looked like an ordinary young city man. However, upon closer inspection, a wild aura that could not be hidden by ordinary clothes was revealed.

The firm chest visible through the rough shirt and the leather suspenders across the clothes. The ankles revealed above the rugged brown shoes were even more prominent because of the rolled-up cuffs.

He didn’t look like an office worker suffering from overtime at all. Sevelia seriously wondered where he had been dressed like that.

‘Could he have gone to a place he can’t talk about?’

Unaware that Sevelia’s speculation was heading in a strange direction, Dihart approached Sevelia with worried eyes.

“But Bella, why did you come down to the kitchen yourself? Did you have a nightmare? Don’t stay here, go up to your room. If you need something warm, I’ll bring it to you.”

He was worried that she, who was so fragile, might catch a cold if she stayed in such a cold place for too long. The eyes of the man who had just interrogated his vassal without blinking an eye were now filled with worry.

“The dawn air is still cold, huh?”

He carefully reached out to Sevelia. But his hand didn’t reach. Just as Dihart was carefully trying to grab her sleeve and turn her around, Sevelia suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Dihart blinked slowly at the unexpected attack. In the meantime, Sevelia burrowed into his arms.

“O-oh, Bella?”

Sevelia’s hands were already clutching Dihart’s collar. Dihart bit his lip and tried to pull away, but it was no use. She clung to him as if she wanted to become one with him, sniffing.

‘I knew it.’

It’s the smell of blood. She wondered if she had smelled it wrong, but she hadn’t. As Dihart blushed without realizing it, Sevelia began to feel a headache. What on earth has this man been doing?

“Haa.”

“Y-you’re too close.”

Sevelia tried to remain calm as she looked at Dihart, who was in terrible condition and had clearly gone to beat someone up without telling anyone, like a child.

“Answer honestly. Where have you been and what have you been doing?”

The two’s eyes met in the air. After a short but not too long standoff, Dihart surrendered first. A gloomy shadow stained his clear golden eyes, and he soon let out a long sigh.

“…This isn’t a story we can have here.”

Preventing her from grabbing his collar and pulling him again, Dihart looked worriedly at Sevelia’s gaunt eyes.

“I’ll tell you everything you’re curious about, so go get some sleep first. Don’t worry, I won’t run away.”

I don’t have the luxury to do that, Dihart added briefly, took off the grabbed collar, and turned Sevelia’s shoulders as they were. Sevelia tried to get out of his grasp with a very dissatisfied face, but her body, which hadn’t slept a wink, didn’t obey.

“You really have to tell me everything…! It’s no use trying to hide it while I’m sleeping. I know that you and Sir Ilay disappeared together.”

Even while returning to the bedroom, Sevelia stubbornly demanded the truth. Dihart readily admitted his misjudgment at her stubbornness in trying to keep her eyes open.

He shouldn’t have been wasting time on coffee, he should have gone straight to the bathroom. If he had, he might not have had to talk about Rhoden and Gren.

‘Is it already too late?’

He didn’t want to add more things to worry about. A groan flowed from Dihart’s teeth as he turned around.

* * *

Several hours later, morning dawned with a drizzle wetting the ground. Claude, who had taken a walk around the moist garden, tilted his head at Dihart’s call.

“He wants you to come to his office right away.”

“Yes, he said to come with your friend.”

Ilay pointedly mentioned Wetz, and Claude’s face changed subtly.

‘Why Wetz all of a sudden?’

Outwardly, Wetz is known as the doctor who treated Dihart when he was once in a frenzy. And he acts as his partner and benefactor who discovered Dihart in a frenzy and helped him get treatment in time.

But those were all words made up by Sevelia to create an excuse to stay by Dihart’s side. So Wetz was keeping his distance, afraid of being involved without his knowledge, let alone participating in the plan to defeat Marquis Weden.

‘But why does he suddenly need Wetz?’

Claude seemed to know what was going on. So he didn’t grab Ilay and ask him why. It was because he saw Sevelia burning with enthusiasm last night, saying that she needed to find out about the drug.

“You called me?”

“Yeah. It seems like I can’t let you pretend you don’t know any longer.”

“I don’t care.”

Wetz followed Claude into the office with a sullen face. And he found Sevelia, who was already there.

“You were here first.”

Claude greeted her happily. But Sevelia didn’t seem to hear him. Claude scratched his chin awkwardly when he saw her deep in thought with a serious face.

“The atmosphere is serious, so something unusual must have happened.”

It seems like something more serious has happened than the drug that Marquis Weden has. Claude sat down nervously, and Wetz also took a seat next to him.

“So what happened?”

Claude said, looking at Dihart, who didn’t even turn his eyes to him. It was very like his nephew not to even say hello, let alone pretend to know him, after calling his uncle.

“Ah.”

Dihart, who was biting his lip as if he were a criminal, finally turned his head to Claude.

“Promise me you won’t get excited and listen.”

“What’s going on that you’re making such a condition?”

Dihart rubbed his dry face and conveyed the facts he had kindly obtained from Rhoden without distortion. Claude refused to accept the fact in a very calm manner after hearing the whole story.

“Wetz, I think there’s something wrong with my hearing. Can you examine me later?”

“…There’s nothing wrong with your ears. But if you’re really worried, I can connect you with a psychiatrist staying in the capital.”

It seems like he wants to escape reality. At Wetz’s cold and calm diagnosis, Claude gave up denying reality any longer.

He groaned in a burning voice, covering his face with both hands.

“Gren, when did that crazy woman start doing such dirty things…!”

He couldn’t believe it. If that were true, what had he been doing all this time?

Claude had never returned to Inverness to clear his name after being charged with killing the late Duke and a wanted order was issued. This was partly due to the guilt of trapping his family because of his fault, but also for Dihart’s sake.

For him to grow up healthy under the care of Gren and Rasch, he wanted to bury himself, who would bring back the terrible nightmare of that day, in the darkness forever.

But the reality he had believed in was a sweetly decorated lie. Gren had been systematically feeding Dihart drugs with severe side effects for a long time. He didn’t know what she wanted to get from it… but one thing was certain.

While he was wasting time looking for Rosalind, Dihart had barely survived among those who were trying to kill him.

‘How dare they do such ugly things in Hillend Hall, a family no less…!’

Claude groaned in extreme self-reproach and shock. Wetz watched him with pitiful eyes before turning his gaze to Dihart. He didn’t seem to be greatly shocked even though he learned that the pain he had been experiencing was actually caused by Gren.

‘Did he already know? Or is he ignoring reality or calming his mind like Claude?’

However, Wetz soon realized that his thoughts were wrong. His unwavering gaze and attitude did not come from escaping reality or a firm mind.

What was important to him was not himself but Sevelia. His two eyes, shining as intensely as the sun, did not leave her for a moment. At this moment, everything about him was pouring all his attention on her as if it existed for Sevelia.

The thick veins on the back of his hand, and the tense thighs as if he would jump up from his seat at any moment. Dihart was catching his breath as if he would draw his sword and rush into the north right away if he was ordered to bring Gren’s head from Sevelia.

So whatever Gren had done to him, the fact that she had tried to kill him was not a big concern.

What mattered was how Sevelia would react to the fact that Gren was involved in Marquis Weden’s plan, that was all.

No sooner had Wetz realized that chilling fact than Sevelia raised her head. It was a very small gesture, but it was enough. The three men turned their eyes to her as if drawn by a magnet.