After I Died, My Husband Went Mad [EN]: Chapter 128

I Died and My Husband Went Mad (128)

My vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness washed over me. It was only after enduring a sharp pain, like an ice pick piercing my skull, that Sebelia understood what was happening.

The power of the spying illusion had returned. Sebelia leaned on Dihart’s arm, who had rushed to her side, and slowly turned her head.

‘Can I share my senses right now?’

There was only one chance left. Sebelia quickly assessed the situation.

‘No. It’s too precious to use now.’

Besides, sharing senses would inevitably lead to exhaustion. It had taken forever to recover enough strength just to attend the banquet, and if I collapsed now…

“Let’s cancel going to the banquet.”

Yes, he was bound to say something like that.

‘Knowing how important this banquet is.’

Today’s banquet was a crucial opportunity to observe the major players of the empire, including the First Imperial Consort Bipa, all in one place.

Especially since the First Imperial Consort Bipa might have internal conflicts due to the Weden family’s recent failures, this banquet was a must-attend, even if just for gathering information.

“Go inside and rest, Bella. I’ll call the physician.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand all this, but this man was simply overly worried. Sebelia sighed and raised her head. Golden eyes, filled with concern, were looking down at her.

“The sunlight was too strong; I was just momentarily blinded.”

“Does someone who’s blinded clutch their head and collapse?”

The muttered voice was full of self-reproach. Startled by the pained tone, Sebelia involuntarily widened her eyes.

Before she could say anything, Dihart let out a long sigh, as if resigned.

“Haa… No matter how much it hurts, you’re not thinking of resting at home, are you?”

“Dihart, you know this is an unmissable event.”

“I understand. Then wait here for a moment. I’ll find a physician and get some over-the-counter medicine. You’re not going to stop me from doing even that, are you?”

“You’re talking as if I’ve ever acted selfishly.”

Dihart shook his head at her nonchalant reply and headed back into the mansion. Sebelia quietly watched his retreating figure before leaning against the door.

Fortunately, the dizziness was temporary. Sebelia took a slow breath, feeling the faintly connected thread of the spying illusion.

“Hoo.”

The sky was gradually turning red. Sebelia, who had been watching the sunset spreading across the horizon, lowered her gaze.

Seeing the knights in formal uniforms surrounding the carriage, her expression subtly changed.

“Have you been waiting long?”

Just as Sebelia sensed something was amiss, Dihart came down at the perfect moment. His golden eyes, worried that she might have collapsed while he was away, looked incredibly anxious.

“Just in case, drink this first.”

He was always so meticulous about these things. Sebelia pushed aside the earlier unease and took the medicine Dihart offered. Only after confirming that she had swallowed every last drop did Dihart look somewhat relieved.

Sebelia, looking at him with helpless eyes, took his hand with a soft sigh.

“Come on, let’s get going. We’ll be late for the banquet at this rate.”

“……!”

Dihart couldn’t say anything and followed her down the stairs. A surge of warmth flowed from the hand she held, enveloping his entire body.

Even after getting into the carriage, he couldn’t face Sebelia for a while. He was acutely aware of his flushed neck, worried she might notice.

* * *

The procession of carriages heading to the Imperial Palace adorned the streets. Silas stood at the window of his office, the highest point in the mansion, watching the procession with burning eyes.

“They all seem to be having fun.”

The tone he spat out was harsh. A chilling sound escaped through his clenched teeth.

In fact, the Emperor had sent an invitation to the Weden family as well. Rejecting it was purely Silas’s own decision. Nelia threw a tantrum, crying about the decision, but it couldn’t be helped.

‘I have no choice but to lie low for the time being.’

Losing Neithan was a painful blow. But he couldn’t keep dwelling on what he had lost forever. Now that things had turned out this way, he decided to get Sebelia by any means possible.

Even if it meant resorting to extreme measures, it didn’t matter anymore.

‘I’ve even obtained a secret plan from the sorcerers, so as long as she’s still breathing, I can use her somehow.’

And frankly, shouldn’t he get something out of all the effort he’d put in? This was the first time in his life he’d ever been involved in something so unprofitable.

“Damn it.”

Turning around roughly, he frowned at the letter on his desk. He remembered receiving it yesterday but hadn’t wanted to read it, so he had left it there.

“It’s annoying how they bother me from all sides.”

A pale green envelope with no sender written on it. Three stars were prominently stamped on the corner. It was a letter from Gren, delivered through the underground organization.

Even though she could have sent it another way, the fact that she insisted on this method was meant to let him know that traces of his actions remained in her hands. After all, her family was the biggest player leading that underground organization.

“Tsk.”

Silas clicked his tongue and tore open the envelope. His eyes gleamed with interest as he checked the contents.

She was demanding the deaths of Dihart and Sebelia in exchange for the drugs she had been supplying.

* * *

At the same time, Sebelia carefully stepped out of the carriage. Following the gazes of the people, she raised her head and looked at the Gold Poppy Palace.

The deep red palace, situated above the high steps, shone gold depending on the angle of the light, making it both mysterious and beautiful.

“It’s beautiful.”

“It looks good, but the inside is outdated. It’s been around for a long time, so the emperor from several generations ago had special paint applied to make sure at least the exterior looked good.”

Dihart, ever the pragmatist, dampened Sebelia’s enthusiasm. Sebelia, feeling a bit deflated, looked up at him with a slightly sulky face.

“Even if there’s such a backstory, the beauty doesn’t disappear.”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t beautiful. I just wanted to say that it’s not a building worthy of your praise.”

Sebelia was speechless. So, Dihart meant that he didn’t like the Gold Poppy Palace receiving her praise.

“I can’t say anything right in front of you.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

Suddenly slowing his pace, he looked down at Sebelia and asked, a hint of gloom in his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I just… Haa.”

He tried to say something but stopped. His lips, which had been opening and closing, closed tightly, and he sighed. Sebelia, already piqued with curiosity, didn’t let his silence slide.

“Why did you stop talking? What do you want to say?”

“That’s…”

Dihart’s neck turned slightly red, as if he himself thought it was trivial. With Sebelia’s persistent urging, he finally revealed his true feelings.

“You’ve never said anything like that when looking at Hillend Hall.”

“Ah.”

“I understand that you didn’t have the余裕 [leisure/emotional space] to do so because it was a forced arranged marriage. I’m not blaming you, I mean, I’m just… Simply.”

He trailed off, at a loss for what to do, and gave a faint smile with a sigh.

“I guess I was just jealous. I’m sorry.”

Sebelia’s mind went blank at the softly whispered words. She regained her senses only after climbing all the steps and reaching the entrance.

“Dihart, no. Duke, earlier……”

Sebelia, who had inadvertently called him by his first name, realized that there were nobles nearby.

‘Oops.’

If she carelessly called him by his name, who knew what kind of rumors would spread. Sebelia quickly shut her mouth and focused on walking. But Dihart wasn’t one to miss her unease.

He frowned and lowered his head.

“Didn’t you call me just now?”

“No.”

Sebelia shook her head and quickened her pace. Her limbs, stiff with embarrassment, moved awkwardly.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick somewhere? Tell me if you need medicine.”

“Earlier… No, it’s a bit difficult to say now. Can I go in first?”

The gazes flying from all directions were stinging. Bringing up what happened just now here would only provide good entertainment for the onlookers.

“Bella, if you keep changing the subject like that, I can only assume you’re unwell.”

Sebelia sighed softly at Dihart’s firm words.

“It’s my first time at such a banquet, so I’m a bit nervous. I’m worried if someone like me can even go in… Ah, I don’t even know what I’m saying.”

Fortunately, this excuse seemed to work well.

“What should I do? I might faint if I go in like this.”

Sebelia smiled nervously, and Dihart was silent for a moment before opening his mouth.

“That might be better.”

“Yes?”

“Because then I can confidently hold you in my arms and carry you out in front of those men who can’t take their eyes off you.”

Sebelia was startled and stepped away from him. From the jealousy earlier to this, why was he saying things he never used to say?

“But I’ll give you medicine before that happens, so don’t worry.”

“Y-You’re joking, right?”

“Who knows.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Dihart moved forward. Even as she entered with him, Sebelia couldn’t shake her suspicious gaze.

The two passed through the hallway and arrived near the hall where the banquet was being held. The servant standing in front of the wide-open door cleared his throat and adjusted his voice as he saw them.

“Duke Dihart Inverness and his partner are entering!”

The dramatic event of the hall, filled with music and voices, falling silent at once did not happen. However, at least one fact was clear.

The eyes of those gathered in the highest seats, the most distant part of the hall, where the most prominent nobles were gathered, were fixed on the two of them.

“You’ve finally arrived.”

The other protagonist of today’s banquet, the Third Imperial Prince Hares Belkram, muttered, unable to hide his delight.

After I Died, My Husband Went Mad [EN]

After I Died, My Husband Went Mad [EN]

내가 죽고 남편이 미쳤다
Status: Completed Author: , Native Language: Korean
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[English Translation] Sebelia lived a life of isolation as a Duchess, despised by all. When faced with a terminal illness, she orchestrated her own escape, faking her death to finally be free. But her liberation unleashes a shocking turn of events. Whispers spread of her husband, Dehart, descending into madness upon hearing the news of her demise. A dangerous game of cat and mouse begins as Sebelia, now reborn, finds herself entangled once more with the man she left behind. The tables have turned, and the power dynamics have shifted. Will she succumb to the intoxicating allure of a man driven to the edge, or will she maintain her newfound freedom, even if it means breaking the heart of a madman? Dive into a world of secrets, obsession, and the tantalizing question: how far will one go for a love that transcends even death?

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