After I Died, My Husband Went Mad

For some reason, today didn’t feel quite right.

After examining the corpse she created for the last time, Sebelia raised her head in apprehension.

“Weird.”

Under the sunny sky, the air that should have been warm felt ominously chilling.

So, leaving the fake corpse on the bed, she rose from her seat and slowly approached the window. And as she peeked through the drawn curtains to catch a glimpse of the outside, her breathing became unstable.

That’s . . .

It was a sorcerer.

A man in a grey robe was pacing around the annex, and thanks to his peculiar attire, Sebelia was able to immediately recognize what he was.

Why is a sorcerer here? Ahh….! She asked herself.

Before even finishing her thought, Sebelia already got her answer– the curse causing turmoil in the mansion made them bring that man here.

Their worries and fears have finally reached their limits.

Oh no…….

Anxious, she quickly tried to recall what any information she had regarding sorcerers and sighed with relief after a short moment.

Fortunately, from what she could remember they had no particular connection to illusion magic. Their domain of expertise was mainly curses, magical barriers, and herbs.

“But I just can’t stand by and watch.”

While making sure not to reveal her position, Sebelia carefully observed the man.

Thankfully, it seemed that he had come only to inspect today since he didn’t have any special tools with him and was merely wandering around the vicinity of the detached house.

However, even though he may not have been able to see through her illusions, there was a chance for her to end up trapped inside the annex if she wasn’t careful.

They might use lifting the curse as an excuse to lock me up in here.

As realization settled in, Sebelia rushed down the stairs, and grabbed Denisa, who was busy preparing dinner.

“Denisa!”

“Miss?”

And Denisa, who was stirring a pot, looked back at her in surprise. Startled by Sebelia’s desperate expression, the old nanny hastily took her apron off.

“What’s going on?”

“We are leaving tonight.”

“W-what? Why?”

The scheduled date was two days away, but Sebelia had a gut feeling that tonight was the night to get everything done.

“I’m sorry for changing the plan so suddenly, but there’s a sorcerer outside. Contact those who are already in position right away.”

“Understood.”

Denisa, who immediately understood the seriousness of situation at the word sorcerer, quickly grabbed her coat and left the annex.

With the nanny gone, Sebelia clasped her pale fingertips, taking shaky breaths.

“It’s going to be fine.”

She recalled the fake corpse lying upstairs and the things she had prepared meticulously for her escape.

“I can do this.”

With a hand pressed on her forehead, Sebelia whispered encouraging words to herself for a while before rising from her seat and heading back to her room.

Then, with a determined expression, she began to write something down on a piece of paper.

The final step towards a successful death was the writing of a farewell letter.

* * *

“DeHart, calm down. I don’t understand why you’re acting like this.”

Inside a room surrounded by thick walls, Rash was speaking in a trembling voice as he left a man sprawled on the floor behind him.

He was in an absolute state of shock after seeing Dehart break through the door without any warning, come in, and leave the man on the floor all battered and bloody.

“Fine, I understand. You must be disappointed in me for venturing into a place like this, but I have my reasons,” Rash said, swallowing his resentments and continuing to make excuses.

He assumed that Dehart’s violent behavior was simply out of concern for his uncle. That’s how much he firmly believed in Dehart’s affection and absolute trust towards him.

And why wouldn’t he? Having raised the boy personally, he was practically a father figure to him.

I’ve got to get him out of here before that man wakes up.

Swallowing hard, Rash’s eyes swept over the barely breathing guild master.

But in that moment….

“Uncle.”

Dehart, who had been silent the whole time, listening to his excuses, suddenly called him.

And at his voice, Rash’s heart leaped and sank in an instant.

“Y-Yes.”

As soon as their eyes met again, Rash realized that something was terribly wrong.

“I gave you a chance,” Dehart told him.

“What are you talking ab… oh God!”

Cold, blazing golden eyes with a bright white light at the edges were glaring at him.

And finally, he saw it.

His nephew was furious.

No way… Rash thought.

Rash instinctively took a step back.

Something was off.

Dehart was on the verge of exploding.

It went beyond just being angry at his uncle meddling where he shouldn’t. If DeHart, who trusted him like a father, was this enraged, there must be a reason to it…….

Gulp!

Rash’s Adam’s apple moved nervously.

The realization had come too late, and the opportunity to fix things had already vanished.

On the other hand, Dehart was smiling as he faced the bluish paling Rash; just like a frog in front of a viper.

“You once taught me swordsmanship when I was young.”

“De-Dehart. Don’t do this. We are a family….”

“That’s why I care this much. Because we are family.”

With a boyish smile, Dehart grabbed Rash’s by the collar.

* * *

After parting ways with Dehart, Ryan went straight back to his lodging, and packed his things.

Instead of taking the horse exhausted by their hard march, he bought two other sturdy-looking horses on the spot and set off for the north.

However, …

It’s too slow.

A strong wind was blowing, hindering movement.

After contemplating for a few seconds, Ryan turned the reins towards the nearby forest. It was risky, but it was the only way to shorten the distance.

As he was speeding through the darkened woods, he couldn’t help but think about the Duchess.

The woman had golden hair as beautiful as a field on an autumn day, and eyes as blue as a lake.

And the look on her face whenever she looked at Dehart was always filled with anticipation and excitement.

However, the dream of a spring day was shattered in an instant. The buds were cruelly trampled on, rendering it unable to ever bloom again.

It was terrible.

Hurt by his wife’s betrayal, Dehart had completely closed the door of his barely opened heart.

But Ryan knew.

He knew Dehart closed that door with Sebelia nestled in his heart.

That’s why the Duke had been in constant agony since then.

I hope this can be a turning point for them; the knight prayed as he urged his horse, pressing on with his journey.  

He had to keep riding all night in order to reach the duchy in time.

all night like this to finally reach the northern part of the country.

Ca-Caw-

When he heard the ominous cry, Ryan thought of the bird Dehart had begun to cherish.

It was a bird with delicate golden feathers, a gorgeous yet temperamental creature.

Ryan was busy thinking until….

“What on earth happen?”

“Lord Ryan?”

The Hylend Hall he had finally arrived at was entirely engulfed in black.

“Your attire… It can’t be!”

As he rushed in, people who had heard the news of Sebelia’s death were gathering in the hall.

Yes.

It was the Duchess’s funeral.

* * *

Let’s go back a few days.

On the morning of the sorcerer’s arrival, the body of the deceased duchess was found in the annex.

The first person to discoverer her was her only maid, Denisa, and the cause of death was determined to be suicide by an overdose of sleeping pills.

“Miss, sob……”

Denisa wept bitterly, yet no one comforted her.

On the contrary, she was frowned upon.

“She died before the barrier was cast?”

“In that case, we can’t feel assured….”

Noone dared to go near the detached building. And naturally, even the chief physician vehemently refused to go to confirm her death.

“What if the curse also affects me?” he said.

In the end, Denisa had to take bring one of the local doctors in herself in order to make a death certificate for the Duchess, and everyone went along with it.

To be honest, the fact that the moment they had been waiting for finally happened brought them a sense of relief.

“Now that the Duchess is dead, there will be no more ghosts.”

“No more snubbing from by incompetent mistress. It’s like killing two birds with one stone.”

Leaving behind the servant’s grumblings, Gwen swiftly took control of the situation. First, she took some gold coins out of the safe and left for God knows where. Then, she made the servants promise not to disclose Sebelia’s death until after the funeral was over.

“Don’t forget who had genuinely been watching over you during the Duke’s absence.”

And the servants who had been under her command whenever the Duke wasn’t present obeyed as if it were a matter of course.

Meanwhile, Flora, who had heard the news belatedly, rushed over and embraced her mother.

“Mother, finally…!”

And, nonchalantly handing her a piece of paper, Gwen said, “Here, take a look. It’s the death certificate.”

“Oh, my goodness!” Flora smiled blissfully as she held the proof of Sebelia’s death in her hands. ( TLN: Truly disgusting human beings.)

And after admiring her daughter’s joyous face, Gwen clapped her hands together, saying, “The coffin is already prepared, so no need to drag this out. let’s quickly finish this.”

The woman smiled softly as she thought about her plans.

Everything looked perfect.

Just then, the butler came in, handing something to her, and Gwen’s brows furrowed slightly as she accepted it.

“A suicide note?”

At her words, Flora raised her voice and mocked, “I’m amazed that crazy thing had enough sanity left to write a suicide note.”

“I guess so,” Gwen vaguely replied.

Then, leaving Flora to discuss her funeral attire with Gross, she quickly read the letter.

“…….”

As she read the note, her expression subtly hardened.

And before long she gestured towards Gross, saying, “You’ve worked hard. I’ll keep this.  Gross, please focus on the funeral’s preparations.”

“Mother, quickly call for father and brother,” Flora said as if she had just remembered the two men.

However, Gwen shook her head.

“Sweetheart. There’s no need to do that.”

“What? But…….”

“No need to bother the busy ones and cause unnecessary shock. Your father is busy right now,” Gwen said to Flora in an authoritative tone. “It’s better for us to handle this on our own. It’s the best thing to do for Inverness.”

Then, imitating Rash’s mannerisms, Gwen elegantly turned away.

“Your father will follow my wishes.”

The reason she wanted to get the funeral done quickly, and without Dehart being present was simple.

Once Sebelia’s death was officially processed, the peace agreement between the North and the Central regions would naturally cease to be effective. Therefore, waiting for Dehart to come back was out of the question.

“I’m sorry for the child who left this world so suddenly but… we are doing what’s best for our family,” Gwen said, faking a regretful expression as she put a hand on her chest.

Just in time, Gross returned, handing over the documents needed for the funeral, and she leisurely read through them before speaking again.

“Flora.”

“Yes?”

“Go and get a new outfit for the funeral.”

“Yes!” Flora happily ran off.

As she watched her daughter wander away, a smile appeared on Gwen’s lip.

Ahhh, it has been so long since she felt so good.

And Sebelia, too, was feeling the same way.