Don’T Get Caught By Your Husband! [EN]: Chapter 107

Don’t Get Caught by Your Husband! 107. Rescue (2)

#107. Rescue (2)

2024.06.02.

Belladonna’s eyes widened as she reached out to Scarlett.

“Scarlett! What’s wrong? What’s happening all of a sudden? Are you okay?”

As she grabbed Scarlett’s thin, convulsing shoulders, Scarlett pushed her away with surprising force.

Belladonna’s face paled as she stumbled back.

“Ugh! Aagh…! It hurts! It hurts…! My throat feels like it’s burning!”

Her throat was burning? Had she accidentally drunk something wrong?

The fact that the Pope had been conducting human experiments on the powerless flashed through her mind. Could it be?

Her hands trembled with fear.

Scarlett, who had pushed Belladonna away, was still screaming in pain.

Her blood-rushed face was turning redder and redder.

At this rate, something terrible will happen…! Belladonna, watching Scarlett collapse to the floor and convulse, forced strength into her weakening legs and stood up.

I have to do something…!

“What’s going on here?”

The Pope, alerted by the sudden commotion, poked his head in from outside.

Belladonna turned to him and shouted,

“What did you do! Did you poison the water or something?”

“What?”

“You didn’t have to go this far! I said I would return to Astagne if you promised that my husband and Scarlett were safe, I said that, so why…!”

The Pope frowned as he looked at her outburst.

Belladonna strode towards him.

“Call a physician right now!”

“Call one here? That’s impossible.”

“A person is dying! Then take Scarlett upstairs right now!”

“Do you think it’s easy to take a woman who’s thrashing around like crazy upstairs?”

The Pope replied nonchalantly.

Belladonna stared at the Pope with a look of despair.

If she really could, she felt like killing him right then and there.

* * *

“How long are you going to keep me here?”

Nicholas raised his head sharply and asked.

He looked back and forth between Escalión, Graham, and Hazel, who were sitting firmly in front of him.

“I’ve been held at the entrance for no reason, surrounded by burly men in an unknown building, for hours now.

Does Lord Diete of Griblatta have the right to detain a cardinal of the Papal State like this?”

“Does the Cardinal have the right to beat up a knight of the Order as he pleases?”

Graham, who was sitting across from him with his legs on the table, mocked Nicholas’s voice.

Hazel, who had bandages on his face, lowered his head at Graham’s words.

“Thanks to you, our youngest looks terrible.”

Nicholas, watching them, spoke again.

“Are you kidnapping me out of spite for using force to achieve a righteous cause? Return me to the Papal State immediately! I must see the Pope!”

“Kidnapping?”

Escalión, who had been silent as if lost in thought while Graham and Nicholas were having their absurd conversation, raised his head.

Nicholas flinched and looked away from his cold golden eyes.

“Y-yes, kidnapping… W-well, what else would you call it…”

“Kidnapping.”

Escalión rose from his seat.

Nicholas swallowed hard, looking as far away as possible, intimidated by his enormous size, which seemed even larger than usual.

Soon, Escalión, standing in front of him, bent down and placed his hand on his shoulder.

A heavy hand landed on his shoulder with a thud. Nicholas bristled and opened his mouth.

“Who do you think you’re touching…”

“Kidnapping is what those lousy thugs the Papal State hired did when they took my sister. And beating up my knight and taking my wife without a word can also be called kidnapping.”

“…”

“What we’re doing with the Cardinal isn’t kidnapping.”

“Ugh…”

His grip on his shoulder tightened.

Nicholas clenched his jaw to endure the sudden pain.

Escalión looked down at his expression and said nonchalantly,

“We didn’t use weapons and beat people up like some people to bring you here, and as you can see, we haven’t tied you up anywhere. If you try hard enough, you might even be able to break through us.”

“H-how can I possibly break through people like you…? L-let go of this first…”

Nicholas raised both hands and grabbed Escalión’s hand. At this rate, he felt like his shoulder would really break.

But his hand, as hard as a rock statue, didn’t budge.

“So you need to rephrase that. We didn’t kidnap Cardinal Nicholas. If we had to put a name on it…”

Escalión trailed off and turned to Graham and Hazel, asking,

“What should we call it?”

“Hmm… An invitation, perhaps?”

At Hazel’s quick reply, he raised the corners of his mouth as if satisfied.

“Ah, that’s right. We invited the Cardinal. Thank you for so readily accepting our invitation.”

“I-invitation…”

He tried to open his mouth to protest, but as the hand gripping his shoulder tightened, Nicholas screamed,

“I understand, so please let go!”

“I can’t let go because I’m afraid you’ll keep saying things like how long we’re going to keep you here, asking to be sent back to the Papal State, and calling this kidnapping.”

“I won’t! I won’t!”

At his desperate voice, Escalión gave a gentle smile and released his hand.

As Escalión stepped back to his place, Graham leaned towards him and whispered,

“His shoulder might have really broken.”

Escalión glanced at the Cardinal, who was clutching his shoulder and panting, and shrugged.

“Maybe.”

“I know you’re angry, but take it easy on him. Even so, he’s the Cardinal who’s second only to the Pope in the Papal State.”

“Coming from the guy who was being cheeky to the Cardinal’s face, that’s not something you should be saying.”

At his words, Graham immediately lost his words.

After dusting off his dirty pants for a while, he spoke again.

“So, how long should we keep the Cardinal?”

Escalión recalled Belladonna, whose blue eyes were sparkling as if she had a good idea.

He was impressed that her eyes, which were always subtly shrinking or looking around cautiously, could shine so resolutely.

After thinking of her for a moment, Escalión replied,

“Until my wife comes looking for him.”

“Is it right to just stand by like this? Is it okay to leave everything to Madam and just waste time like this? Shouldn’t we lead the Order and go up to the capital or storm the Papal State right now?”

Graham blurted out, frustrated.

He couldn’t understand why Escalión, who had met his wife inside the Papal State and returned without any results, was just holding onto Cardinal Nicholas.

“Perhaps, though it’s unlikely, Madam might be persuaded by the Pope…”

“Don’t talk nonsense!”

Hazel, who was sitting on the opposite side, jumped up and shouted at Graham’s cautious words.

“Madam went into the Papal State herself in my place! How dare you say such a thing!”

“Ah, no, that’s not what I meant, I just meant we should be careful in many ways…”

“If I didn’t have bandages on both arms and a crutch on one leg…”

“If you didn’t, what?”

Graham pulled up one corner of his mouth and smiled mockingly.

“Both of you, be quiet.”

Escalión frowned and spat out between the two of them.

“How about trusting my wife? Even though she looks so fragile and gentle, she’s the kind of person who does things properly when she needs to. Besides, Bella is the only one who knows the Papal State’s situation or the Pope well. For now, I want to respect her opinion.”

“If the Commander says so…”

Graham scratched the back of his head awkwardly and nodded.

“Anyway, the carrier pigeon that flew to the Imperial Family should have arrived by now, so something will happen soon. I’ll just go polish my sword.”

Escalión nodded, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his chair.

He felt tired from the unresolved situation.

He just wanted to take Bella and Scarlett and get out of this damn place as soon as possible.

* * *

Hugging Scarlett, who continued to writhe in pain, tightly, Belladonna raised her head towards the Pope.

“If anything happens to Scarlett, I will leave this place.”

“Do you think the Lord of Griblatta, who lost his sister because of you, will accept you?”

Pope Prononce let out a snicker.

“Even if I can’t go to his side, I will never stay in Astagne.”

“That’s not much of a threat. But step aside, I’ll take a look at what’s wrong.”

The Pope, saying that, approached.

Belladonna showed him Scarlett, who continued to twitch and tremble.

She didn’t want to ask him for help, but she had no choice given the situation.

Now Scarlett was even foaming at the mouth.

“What did she swallow wrong…”

The Pope squatted down in front of her. As he approached, Scarlett screamed again as if having another seizure and twisted her body violently.

“Aaaagh…!”

Reaching out her hands, she grabbed the Pope’s hat and hair and twisted her body to the opposite side, causing him to lose his balance and fall forward without him being able to do anything.

It happened so quickly that he fell headfirst without even bracing himself properly.

“Damn it, let go…!”

The Pope, with his head facing the floor, reached out his hands and flailed.

He couldn’t bring himself to touch Scarlett, who was writhing in pain, so he grabbed her hem tightly.

“Let go of this!”

At that moment, Belladonna, who was standing behind and trying to figure out what was happening, made eye contact with Scarlett.

Huh…? Scarlett, who had been screaming and holding onto the Pope tightly just a moment ago, was now focusing clearly on her.

Scarlett…?

“…!”

And at that moment, Belladonna was able to understand Scarlett’s intention.

She felt that perhaps this was the last chance she had given her.

As soon as she realized that, Belladonna turned and ran outside.