After I Died, My Husband Went Mad [EN]: Chapter 140

Sevelia calmly revealed her original plan. She said that instead of using her ability to check Rosalyn’s memories, she was going to give her Yuria’s bracelet.

“But I don’t think I need to do that.”

Sevelia said, handing the box to Rosalyn.

“I found out while interrogating the culprit. Finding the holy relic was just an excuse; they were secretly searching for the Duchess’s belongings while going around the auction house.”

*How* did things turn out like this? Sevelia had a headache.

‘I never thought Flora would have sold some of the late Duchess’s belongings.’

Even Dihart realized it late because she had handled it so cleverly.

“You must have looked around the auction house secretly from the Third Prince, but there would have been limitations. So, you would have coaxed a few close noble young ladies to bid on items from the North on your behalf. Lady Pria was one of them, right?”

Rosalyn remained silent instead of answering.

She was right. She didn’t even think it was a trap, or that Pria would betray her. She had rushed to the first-floor lounge in excitement.

Because Lady Pria had urgently called her, saying she had won an item that appeared to be a relic of the late Duchess.

Sevelia, who let out a low sigh, moved Rosalyn’s hand to cover the box.

“That’s enough. I don’t need to see your memories. No matter how elaborately you try to act, you can’t imitate the feelings for your parents.”

Rosalyn said nothing. With her head bowed, she was just silently looking at the faded bracelet in her hand.

Sevelia said, getting up from her seat.

“Try to get as much rest as possible. Anyway, I can’t keep you here for long. Even now, the Third Prince is sending people like crazy.”

“I can’t go back like this.”

“Pardon?”

Rosalyn, who had already raised her head, was grabbing Sevelia’s sleeve.

“Let’s proceed with the original negotiation. Let me show you my memories.”

The two eyes, as radiant as the sun, were shining red.

“But don’t misunderstand. This is just a reward for saving me.”

* * *

Sevelia came out of the room with a bewildered face. The moment she believed Rosalyn was real, she volunteered to show her memories. It was truly a contradictory thing.

As she was about to pass through the hallway with a subtle expression, Claude popped out from the corner.

“Bella.”

“You surprised me. Were you perhaps waiting for me?”

Claude nodded, glanced at the side where Rosalyn was staying, and then turned his gaze back to Sevelia. His eyes were somehow earnest.

“Has she woken up?”

“Yes. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to have suffered a major shock. But you never know. Being strangled by someone isn’t a common experience.”

Sevelia trailed off and looked at Claude. He, in the form of a middle-aged man, was shining his eyes as if telling her to say more.

“Come to think of it, you’ve been maintaining that appearance ever since you came to the capital.”

“Yes? What? Ah. Are you talking about this? I’m fine. There’s no need to worry. I’m doing it because I can handle it.”

Claude smiled foolishly, stroking his cheek. He must have been very hurt from maintaining the illusion almost without a day’s rest, but he had a nonchalant face.

Sevelia frowned at his hollow appearance and crossed her arms. Claude tilted his head at her deeply contemplating appearance.

“I don’t think that’ll work.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Call Dihart. There’s something I need to tell him urgently.”

At the sight of her sparkling blue eyes, Claude unknowingly nodded.

* * *

Dihart, who kicked the Third Prince’s messenger out of the gate after hearing the news that Rosalyn had been moved to the Inverness mansion, frowned at the sight of Claude approaching from afar.

“What is it?”

As he asked with a frown, Claude whispered in his ear.

“The young lady has woken up, and Bella has something urgent to tell you.”

Dihart, who hardened his expression, ordered the knights not to accept any more of the Third Prince’s messengers and turned around. As Claude followed him, Dihart asked.

“Have you heard anything about what happened?”

“No. She said she would only talk after the three of us gathered.”

Dihart nodded silently. Soon, the two arrived at the drawing room where Sevelia was waiting.

Dihart went in first, and Claude turned around after dismissing the servants wandering around and locking the door. Sevelia was standing by the window, looking at them.

“What’s going on, Bella?”

“Rosalyn has allowed us to bring up her memories.”

“Is that true? No, more than that, wasn’t that plan supposed to be scrapped?”

Claude, who came forward, pushing Dihart aside, asked with a surprised face. Sevelia nodded and urged the two to sit down.

“That’s right. If Rosalyn is real, I thought rummaging through her memories would be like hurting her again, so we decided to cancel it. But after hearing that story, the young lady asked first.”

Sevelia, who took a breath, continued with difficulty.

“As a reward for saving her life, she said she would allow us to see her memories.”

“I see.”

While Claude was sighing, Dihart, who was sitting next to him, remained silent, clutching his knees. His golden eyes, deeply covered in darkness, did not move an inch, as if he was deep in thought.

“I tried to stop her several times, but it was no use. She only wanted to have her memories brought up as a reward for saving her life.”

How similar her stubbornness was to Dihart. Sevelia said with a faint smile.

“But I’m not comfortable with this. I can’t take out Rosalyn’s memories in such an easy way, especially now that I’m convinced she’s real.”

“I understand.”

“So, Claude, there’s something I want to ask of you.”

“Me?”

Claude opened his eyes wide and pointed at himself with his finger. Sevelia nodded with a slightly apologetic look.

“If it’s okay…….”

Sevelia carefully began to speak. Claude’s face changed subtly as he listened to her words with a careful expression.

Dihart, who was sitting next to him, was the same.

* * *

“Did you wait long?”

At the same time as the sound of the door opening, a clear voice echoed in the room. Rosalyn, who was looking at the beautifully decorated garden outside the window, slowly turned her head.

Sevelia was not alone. Looking at the two men who appeared behind her, Rosalyn said.

“I see you’ve decided to accept the negotiation.”

Well, the Duke can’t be left out of the process of revealing the authenticity of the suddenly appeared Duchess. Rosalyn readily accepted, but when it came to the middle-aged man standing next to Dihart, she raised her eyebrows.

“But that person doesn’t seem to be related to this…….”

“No, Lady Rosalyn. He is the person who is most deeply involved in what happened now.”

“Your uncle?”

At the absurd answer, a sarcastic remark flew out. Rosalyn was taken aback, but Sevelia didn’t seem to care.

“You’ll find out soon. Well, then first… shall we hold hands?”

Sevelia carefully approached and held out her hand to Rosalyn. Rosalyn stared blankly at her with a pale face, then silently placed her hand on top of hers.

“It might be a little nauseating.”

“I don’t care.”

*Because* this is just a deal. Sevelia smiled bitterly at Rosalyn’s words, as if deliberately cutting them off. Before using her illusion, she briefly turned her head to look at Claude in the back.

He slowly nodded. After confirming that, Sevelia took a deep breath and gathered her strength. Soon, the blue light that filled the misty lounge spread out like an explosion, centered on the bed.

“Ugh……!”

It was the moment when Rosalyn bowed her head with a queasy stomach. A man’s sigh echoed from afar.

And Rosalyn saw the illusion of a girl running past her side.

“Ah.”

In the spring garden where the warm sunlight was shining, sitting in a small meadow surrounded by pretty rose bushes, Rosalyn was lost in thought.

It was a very beautiful and sad sight.

The children running around in the afternoon garden were shining their golden eyes and chasing a man. They kept calling the name Claude and throwing flowers and toys at the man.

“Oh my.”

A painful groan erupted from somewhere on the opposite side. Rosalyn, who was looking at her younger self with disbelief, turned her head.

Her eyes were filled with astonishment.

“Who are you?”

The middle-aged man who seemed to be a nice person was nowhere to be found. The man, who suddenly cried out in pain and bent over, had his body stretched out as if someone was pulling him up and down.

The man raised his head. The middle-aged wrinkled face was slowly melting away as if paint was flowing down. And what took its place…

“Rosalyn.”

The man who called her name with a painful smile had brown hair. His gentle eyes sparkled as if he was shedding tears…

“What the hell are you?”

The voice she uttered in a trembling voice already contained the answer. Rosalyn found the face of the young man who used to carry her younger self on his shoulders and laugh in the man’s face.

“I’m asking who you are!”

“I’ll answer that for you.”

The hand that had been held was already free. While Rosalyn was struggling in confusion, Sevelia grabbed Claude’s hands as promised.

“What are you trying to do again……?”

Rosalyn’s voice trembled thinly as she saw that. Dihart gritted his teeth at her voice, which was mixed with faint expectation and fear.

“I’m just trying to tell you the truth you didn’t know, Young Lady.”

With a calm voice, Sevelia unfolded her illusion. Hwaaa! A storm of light, like fluttering petals, rose around her.