After I Died, My Husband Went Mad [EN]: Chapter 119

“Are you yelling at me right now?”

Nellia shot up from her seat, as if she couldn’t believe it. Dillian, bursting with anger, raised his head. Having discarded all pretense, he was no better than an enraged thug.

“Yes, because I’m the one who should be angry, not you!”

“What, what did you say?”

“You shouldn’t have made such bold claims from the start. Or you should have prepared proper countermeasures. I should have known from the moment you brought those sorcerers as your secret weapon!”

“Why are you blaming me now? You said it was a good plan back then too!”

“You pushed forward without even knowing the target’s abilities properly, yet you’re shouting as if you did something great. I’m the one in the most trouble right now, me!”

Dillian slammed the table, shouting. Nellia gaped, seeing a side of him she had never seen before.

Was this man really the same one who had whispered sweet words to her? She felt dizzy.

“Didn’t you realize even after seeing them bring out the reagent and identify it on the spot? They knew our entire plan from the beginning!”

The drugs mixed in the teacups and teapots found at the scene contained a powerful truth serum that harmed people’s minds and bodies. It was a poison whose harmfulness couldn’t be denied, having been intentionally amplified even more than last time.

That was undeniable physical evidence.

“So, you’re angry at me now? Seriously?”

Nellia asked, gasping for breath. Dillian was disgusted by the sight. He felt like the years he had spent pretending to be affectionate, following his mother’s advice, were a waste.

“I don’t feel it’s worth talking to you anymore. Take the Young Lady to her room. Don’t let her out until she calms down.”

“Let go of my hand! Dillian, Dillian! How can you do this to me? Dillian! You’ll regret letting me go like this. I won’t accept your apology even if you come to me!”

Nellia screamed until the end as she was dragged out. Dillian groaned, holding his head.

“I can’t kill her, and it’s too dangerous to leave her alone… Damn it. I’ve been bitten properly.”

Thump! The table rolled across the floor.

* * *

In any case, the First Empress couldn’t just abandon Nathan. Not because she valued him.

If she abandoned Nathan, his father, Marquis Weden, wouldn’t stand still. If he changed his mind and reported the plan to replace the Emperor, things would get complicated.

In the end, the First Empress’s faction stealthily moved to save Nathan. Their argument was mainly to portray Sebelia’s abilities as strange sorcery, but things didn’t go as planned because a great noble was mixed among the victim’s friends.

He insisted that whether Sebelia’s ability was sorcery or not, the important thing was to find the victims first, and thanks to his threats, Dihart could move as he pleased.

“They really found the bodies of the missing Young Ladies in the places Miss Apentz pointed out.”

Sebelia had said she wouldn’t bring the phantoms to court, but she never said she would leave the criminals alone. As soon as she confirmed that Nathan was being dragged away, she poured all her energy into maintaining the scenery filling the room.

[Those places, you have to find those places. They will be there.]

That day, Sebelia left those words and collapsed. Dihart, who caught her, faithfully carried out her orders, and this was the result.

“And they also obtained confessions from the servants of the Weden Marquis family who were arrested at that time. As a result of the comparison, the servants’ testimonies, the location where the bodies were found, and the injuries match.”

Ludmill recited the report submitted by the Capital Defense Force Commander. The Commander was diligently digging into the case, running around here and there, perhaps because he had caught a clue to the unsolved case.

“Finally, the victims’ families and their relatives are strongly demanding punishment for Nathan Weden.”

After Ludmill’s report ended, Shateian blinked, resting his chin on his clasped hands. He seemed to be thinking about something for a moment, then suddenly asked.

“What did His Majesty say?”

“…That is.”

Ludmill frowned slightly, then opened his mouth with a reluctant attitude.

“Before the report that the bodies had been found came up, he was going to entrust this case to Prince Dillian.”

“The First Empress must have worked quite hard.”

“Yes, well. But now that the case has grown from the kidnapping and attempted murder of Bella Apentz to serial murder, they won’t be able to move carelessly.”

It wasn’t just that the number of victims had increased. Now people were starting to watch the Weden Marquis family. Along with them, Prince Dillian, the First Empress, and the Eastern nobles, who were closely related to them, were being talked about.

That was nothing short of a disaster for the First Empress’s side. Now they would have to try to silence Nathan and conceal the case.

‘Of course, I won’t give them time to do that.’

Shateian, smiling contentedly, tapped the table and said.

“Double the security in the prison. And you’ll have to put in a little more effort, Ludmill. You have to protect our precious prisoner with your terrifying phantoms.”

“…Yes.”

Ludmill, glaring slightly at the Second Prince who was using him efficiently, turned his head towards the real owner who had been silent all along.

“Haa…….”

Balac, lying as if flowing down on the long chair, kept sighing.

He had been in that state since the day of the exhibition. Whether it was because he couldn’t save his cousin himself, or because he was shocked by the tragedy of that day.

“Even regret is unsightly to that extent, Balac.”

“…….”

“In the first place, she never asked you for help. To see you burning with fighting spirit and blaming yourself alone, the name of Ashrent will cry.”

Balac didn’t budge even at Shateian’s scolding. Why did I have a guy like that as a friend? Shateian sighed and got up from his seat. Ludmill had already left, unable to bear the sight of his master.

“I won’t stop you if you’re going to meet your cousin looking like a homeless person who rolled in from somewhere. My face introducing you will be thrown to the ground, but well, if that’s what you want.”

“What did you say now?”

Balac, who had jumped up, finally opened his expensive mouth. Shateian let out a hollow laugh and shook his head.

“Oh my, I really forgot. You were there that day too. Could it be that you erased it from your memory because of that pathetic guilt?”

Shateian looked at Balac with pitiful eyes. He raised his finger and spoke like a teacher teaching one plus one.

“Bella Apentz has other charges besides being a victim who was almost kidnapped by Nathan Weden. To borrow the words of the Eastern nobles, ‘a bizarre act committed to slander Nathan.’ She must first convince me, the person in charge, to prove that it is not sorcery.”

“……!”

“In other words, you didn’t have to wander in front of the Inverness mansion every dawn.”

Balac’s neck turned red as he was caught in his past actions. Shateian chuckled and pointed to the door.

“Now, go back and do something about that appearance. Although you couldn’t meet as a hero, shouldn’t you at least show your best side?”

Balac heard those words and stormed out without a word. Shateian, who was left alone, shrugged his shoulders and held back his laughter.

* * *

A particularly quiet place even in the worst scandal sweeping the capital: The Inverness mansion, where the person involved in the storm-like incident stays.

There, Sebelia had been suffering from the aftermath of abusing her abilities for days.

“Ugh…….”

Here we go again. Sebelia groaned, holding her head. A splitting headache and heat boiling from her stomach made her body feel hot.

“Oh my, how long will this last?”

It had been four days since the day of the exhibition, but it was still like this. Sebelia leaned back in her chair and muttered to herself in a tired voice.

Then Claude, who was coming in with cold water, frowned and replied.

“I know. It’s worse than I thought. I didn’t think it would be this bad, no matter what.”

It would have been better if it was a problem that could be solved with medicine, but this was something that had to rely on self-recovery.

“Here, drink this.”

“Thank you.”

Claude clicked his tongue as he watched Sebelia constantly drinking cold water to soothe her boiling stomach.

“It’s a problem even if your abilities are too outstanding.”

“Ahaha.”

“Don’t laugh like that, Bella. Haa. Do you know how surprised I was back then?”

I knew she had abilities that would overwhelm most illusionists, but I never thought she would create something like that. To be honest, I thought my heart was going to jump out of my mouth back then.

“Well…. I’m glad it worked out well.”

Sebelia smiled slightly and pulled the arm stretched out on the chair. Then the blue bird perched on the back of her hand fluttered up.

“Etira.”

Pee-it!

The blue bird shook its body, raising its tail feathers, as if it was happy to be called. The sight was so cute that Claude unknowingly smiled gently, then immediately straightened his face.

“You know that’s something to be scolded for too, right?”

“Umm…….”

“To awaken your phantom beast as soon as the name came to mind while you were burning with fever. Tell me honestly, Bella. You don’t intend to get better, do you?”

“Of course not.”

Sebelia chuckled at Claude’s speculation. It was really a coincidence. The moment she awakened her special ability, Sebelia was swept away by an irresistible torrent of power, and within it, she realized the name of the blue bird.

Etira. That was the name of Sebelia’s one and only phantom beast.

“Anyway, I need to recover quickly…. It’s about time I revealed that I’m an illusionist.”

Sebelia sighed, recalling the rumors circulating in the world. Cursed ability, impious and dirty power, etc. The First Empress’s faction was cutting down her abilities to argue for Nathan’s innocence.

“Ah, by the way, a letter came from the Imperial Family.”

Claude took out an envelope from his arms. The name of Second Prince Shateian was stylishly engraved on the front.

‘Come to think of it, he told me to come.’

Then is this a summons? However, what was written in the letter was different from Sebelia’s expectations.