After I Died, My Husband Went Mad [EN]: Chapter 145

[I Can Protect It!]

A youthful voice echoed in my head. Etira, you can finally speak! But how……?

While I was blankly pondering, Sebelia felt the earring Claude had given her heat up. Soon, a terrible scream shook her hazy mind.

“Aaaagh!”

Nathan was caught in her flickering vision. Beneath Etira, who was being reverse-summoned, blood spurted like a fountain from his kneeling body.

“Ah…….”

Thank goodness.

Relief washed over me, followed by a sense of exhaustion that swept through my entire body. If I lost my focus even for a moment, I felt like I would pass out.

“Bella.”

Eyes as beautiful as the sun were close by. Only then did Sebelia release the breath she had been holding. Dihart held her in his arms, and a noisy commotion came from outside the tower.

Lights flooded in through the collapsed wall. Most seemed to be from the Public Security Bureau, but I couldn’t relax. Someone on the inside must have helped; otherwise, Silas couldn’t have been waiting for us in the tower.

Sebelia scanned them in the darkness, and a figure hurried towards the tower, raising his voice.

“Block access to the area! No one is allowed in until the scene is cleared!”

Red eyes that didn’t lose their light even in the darkness, smooth white hair like melted moonlight. It was the Second Imperial Prince, Shateian.

What perfect timing. Sebelia felt relieved but blinked in confusion.

‘How did he know and leave the Imperial Palace in advance……?’

“Let’s go down.”

Sebelia nodded silently. Dihart adjusted his hold on her for a moment, then looked back and forth between the door blocked by the collapsed wall and the gaping hole to the outside.

A chill ran down the back of my neck.

“Dihart, wait…….”

“It’s alright.”

With a light reply, Dihart leaped into the air in an instant. He landed on the ground in the blink of an eye and asked Sebelia if she was okay, but she didn’t have the strength to answer.

“Ugh…….”

“Duke!”

Dihart looked flustered as he soothed Sebelia, and Prince Shateian noticed them and approached with quick steps. His face was stiff, and for some reason, he even looked angry.

“Your Highness.”

“What on earth happened here? What are those messes?”

His voice was sharp, cutting in before I could even greet him properly.

“An accident, or an attack?”

Dihart carefully wiped the dust from Sebelia’s cheek as he answered. Shateian’s eyes changed at his words. His red eyes, filled with a fierce light, looked up at the sky once before returning to the two of them.

“Who was the opponent?”

“My fathe…… Ugh!”

Sebelia swallowed her breath, stopping mid-answer. Shateian and Dihart were startled by her sudden lurch forward and rushed to her side.

“I, I’m okay.”

“Bella!”

Just then, someone jumped out of the carriage Shateian had arrived in and ran towards Sebelia. The voice of the person wearing a black cloak and a deeply pressed hat was very familiar.

“Claude…….”

Sebelia called out to him in a dying voice. Claude, who had already regained his appearance under the cloak, looked at her with a helpless expression.

Shateian frowned at Claude, who had easily ignored his order to stay put, but didn’t reprimand him further.

“Duke, according to Bella, Marquis Weden attacked you. Is that true? If so, where is he?”

While Dihart briefly spoke with Shateian, Claude sat Sebelia comfortably on the ground and checked her condition.

“Her condition is worse than last time. The earring…… Damn it. Was even this not enough?”

“I’m okay. Haa…….”

“It would be best if you didn’t say anything more.”

Claude glanced behind him, checking on Shateian and Dihart. The two were discussing something with serious faces. Just then, those who had been sent up shouted loudly towards the outside.

“Your Highness, we have found Marquis Weden!”

Shateian nodded and ordered him to be transferred to the underground prison first. It was only natural, given the state of the tower.

Meanwhile, Dihart scanned the Public Security Bureau officials with sharp eyes.

“Is it alright to leave it to them, Your Highness? We don’t know who among them might be on Marquis Weden’s side.”

“But we can’t entrust his custody to the garrison either. Don’t worry, Duke. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t, but he was caught red-handed. He won’t be able to escape easily.”

That wasn’t reassuring enough. Dihart gestured to Ludmil, who was cautiously hovering around them, and said.

“I’ll lend you some of my knights as well.”

He meant that he couldn’t trust the Public Security Bureau, so he would dispatch his own knights. Shateian chuckled but didn’t refuse. As Ludmil approached, Dihart said to him.

“Go to the mansion and tell the knights to send everyone to the Imperial Palace except for the minimum personnel. As quickly as possible.”

“Understood.”

Watching Ludmil turn and disappear, Dihart let out a low sigh. It was at that moment that he thought things were coming to an end.

“Ugh!”

Sebelia groaned, clutching her head. Dihart rushed over in surprise, but Claude raised his hand to stop him.

“Don’t interfere.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“She said they just connected. She said I didn’t have to see it, but she couldn’t help it. So just stay still, Dihart.”

Only then did Dihart understand what he was saying. Sebelia was currently in her last communication with the spying illusion attached to Nelia.

But was there really a need to? Now that Silas was captured, the Weden family was as good as finished. In this situation, was there a need to share senses with the illusion attached to Nelia…….

“She said she heard Rosalyn’s name.”

“What?”

Dihart froze on the spot. He looked at Claude with disbelief. Claude, still facing Sebelia, didn’t even turn his head as he continued.

“She said she heard Mrs. Gren’s voice along with her mentioning Rosalyn’s name from the illusion attached to Nelia. It seems she’s trying to pull off another dirty trick.”

“Good heavens.”

Dihart grimaced and groaned. It was only yesterday that he had obtained information that she was in the capital and sent people to track her down.

‘To think she would move so quickly.’

He clenched his fist, blaming himself, when Shateian said in a nonchalant voice.

“What a mess. How have you lived your life that your family members take turns getting into danger?”

Burning golden eyes turned to him. Shateian shrugged as if he would kill him, then gestured towards the carriage.

“I’m too scared to even speak. Think about it, Duke. How do you think we arrived just in time? Did we know about Marquis Weden’s plan in advance?”

Of course not, Shateian said with a sneer.

“Lady Rosalyn, who should be by Hares’ side, was nowhere to be seen.”

“…….”

“Why? It was the perfect opportunity to show off Lady Rosalyn in front of His Majesty. Thinking about it, there was one more thing that bothered me.”

The news related to the Silver Lily Palace [likely a royal residence or estate] that the chamberlain had brought. It was information that a carriage carrying someone had quietly left the Silver Lily Palace at dawn.

“So I personally left the banquet to find Lady Rosalyn with you. Then, we heard a loud noise from the tower and changed direction to come here and help you. Now, you can thank me as much as you want.”

In fact, he had left because he had something to rely on, but there was no reason to explain that far. Dihart frowned as much as he could at Shateian’s smiling eyes.

Around that time, Sebelia was struggling to hear even one more word of Gren and Nelia’s conversation, holding onto the faint connection with the spying illusion.

[You should go back now.]

[Haha, I can’t do that. Now that I know the reason why you tried to secretly come here without me, I have a duty to see everything and report it to Father.]

Nelia retorted to Gren, who was turning around with a disgusted face. While the two were arguing, Sebelia quickly scanned her surroundings.

‘It’s too dark.’

The surroundings were shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to tell where she was. Fortunately, the fireworks launched from the Imperial Palace far behind Gren could be seen.

‘At least she hasn’t left the capital.’

While Sebelia was relieved, the two’s argument was reaching its peak.

[Silas certainly had a daughter who resembled him. She eavesdrops on people like a rat and clings like a leech.]

[Oh my, do you have time for this?]

Nelia laughed and pointed somewhere with her finger as she retorted.

[If Lady Rosalyn leaves first, won’t the plan fall apart?]

‘What?’

Sebelia felt like her heart was dropping. She hadn’t heard Shateian’s story, so she thought Rosalyn had naturally attended the welcome party.

‘No way.’

Even as her heart was pounding, Sebelia tried to concentrate again. If Gren had moved to harm Rosalyn, she had to find out where she was now…!

But this time, luck wasn’t on her side. The connection with the illusion began to break. The illusion’s lifespan had expired.

“No, no. Ugh……!”

As the connection completely broke, the backlash covered her body. Sebelia gritted her teeth at the excruciating pain that churned within her like a wave. She was sweating coldly, but she tried not to lose consciousness.