About Becoming My Ex-Husband's Mistress - Chapter 133

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Chapter 133. Why That Expression?
“You already ate dinner… Huh? Knight, what’s the matter?”
Walter bowed respectfully to Menglow, who frowned as if annoyed.
“While interrogating them, I recalled something you mentioned during lunch earlier.”
“About being robbed by women and then regressing?”
“Yes. A statement came up that you used the cursed scroll you received after saving the Old Woman on Priscilla.”
Menglow’s eyes widened.
“What? You caught that robber?”
A murderous gleam flickered across Menglow’s pupils.
“Where is she?”
“We currently have one in custody. Could you verify whether the confession is accurate?”
Menglow quickly pulled the hood of his robe over his head and grasped his staff again. Then, limping slightly, he followed Walter.
“The reason I’m limping like this right now is because of what happened back then.”
At Menglow’s voice, now sharp with renewed anger, Walter merely gave a small nod.
As we entered the dimly lit Underground Storage, illuminated by only a few lights, a stench of blood and filth assaulted our senses.
Yet Menglow’s expression became oddly serene. It was a smell he had grown accustomed to while researching curse magic.
“Heheheh, it feels almost like coming home.”
Just then, the Muscleman guarding the storage bowed his head to Walter.
“Is there anything else you need, sir?”
Despite his massive frame and tattoos, the Muscleman seemed nervous in Walter’s presence.
Walter retrieved a pair of black leather gloves from a wooden bucket filled with reddish liquid. The red liquid dripped steadily from the black gloves.
“Change the water for me. After you change it, bring me another pair of black gloves.”
“Understood, sir.”
The Muscleman carried the wooden bucket and left.
Menglow surveyed the Underground Storage.
One would expect a mansion’s storage to be cluttered with various items, but all I saw was an empty table in the corner and a few tools.
Like a torture chamber.
Though cobwebs were visible in the ceiling corners, the floor had been cleaned, suggesting it was deliberately cleared.
In the center, a man and woman bound to separate chairs had wooden boards on their laps, writing something on paper. Their right arms, which touched the paper directly, were wrapped tightly in towels.
Menglow’s eyes narrowed.
Both figures, appearing quite aged, looked severely battered.
Especially the man—his condition was particularly gruesome.
Walter approached them with an expressionless face, collected the papers, wooden boards, and writing implements they had been using, and placed them on a table to the side.
Then, examining the written contents under the light, he tapped the end of the paper with his finger.
“It’s written here. The source of the curse placed on Priscilla.”
Walter set the paper down on the empty table.
The Muscleman then returned with a wooden bucket filled with clear water and set it down.
Walter rinsed the black leather gloves once more in the water.
Soon, a sharp, wet sound echoed through the storage, followed by the screams of Matilda and Wood in succession.
Having struck both their cheeks once each with the wet gloves, Walter asked in a bleak voice:
“You wrote that you helped an Old Woman who was lost on a Mountain and received gold coins and a scroll in return. Is that correct?”
Matilda Bilsty answered quickly.
“I swear there is no falsehood in my confession!”
“You understand that if there is any lie in your confession, your fingers will be severed, yes?”
At Walter’s threat, Matilda Bilsty nodded frantically.
“How could I possibly lie in such circumstances! Truly!”
Matilda Bilsty soon began to weep.
“If only that Old Woman were still alive, she could testify for me!”
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The next morning, rain fell throughout the morning before finally ceasing.
After lunch, I prepared to go out. I intended to visit my teacher’s grave.
I wrapped a cape that reached my waist around my shoulders and was putting on a pale green lace bonnet when the Butler came and handed me a letter.
It was a letter from Luderne Wintem.
Something truly strange has occurred, and it is difficult to explain the matter in writing. It seems you may already know of this, and I would very much appreciate it if you could come at once to see it.
Luderne Wintem.
There seemed to be no need to send a reply.
Since the place where Luderne Wintem was staying lay along my route anyway, I departed immediately.
I went to the floor directly above the Lodging where I was staying and knocked, whereupon Luderne Wintem opened the door.
I was somewhat surprised to see him, usually so composed, wearing such a grave expression.
“Why do you look like that? What is the matter?”
Luderne Wintem stepped aside.
“Come in for now.”
I removed my bonnet and held it in my hand as I stepped inside.
“Did you come running right away?”
“I received your message while I was preparing to go out.”
As I answered, I turned my head once to survey the interior. I could see a spacious Reception Room, large windows with crimson curtains drawn, and several rooms.
The place where Luderne Wintem was staying was the finest suite room in this Lodging.
“Give me the bonnet and cape.”
Almost without thinking, I handed him my bonnet and removed my cape. Luderne Wintem accepted both and placed them carefully on a nearby shelf.
Watching his back as he did so, I felt a subtle kindness in his actions.
Could it be my imagination that, aside from his formal speech, his behavior seemed similar to that of a Butler?
“I would like to serve tea immediately, but the matter seems urgent, so please look at this first. This way.”
With those words, Luderne Wintem led me to the Bathroom.
The moment I saw the Bathroom, I understood what had alarmed Luderne Wintem.
The large bathtub was filled with water, and in it floated a clownfish—that is, presumably Sir Jester, who had been caught in the rain somewhere and transformed into a fish.
At one end of the bathtub’s bottom, smooth stones and seaweed visible at the Seaside swayed gently, and what was scattered across the water’s surface appeared to be fish food sold at aquariums.
And Sir Jester simply floated there.
“How did this happen?”
Luderne Wintem pressed his hand to his forehead.
“During my morning walk, it suddenly began to rain. At that moment, Sir Jester suddenly transformed into a fish. And now it appears he is dying.”
It made sense—contact with water transformed one into a fish. But the follow-up statement puzzled me.
“Dying, you say?”
“I did what I could in a pinch—submerged him in salt water and sent someone to fetch seawater for proper treatment.”
Luderne’s gaze shifted toward Sir Jester.
“He won’t swim.”
“Ah.”
I examined Sir Jester’s form more carefully.
Seeing him floating motionless, I reached out and poked him gently with my finger.
“Sir Jester, I’m here. Are you alright?”
Less than three seconds after I touched him, Sir Jester stirred to life.
Upon seeing me, Sir Jester began swimming with evident delight, his tail fin swishing back and forth.
“What? He’s perfectly fine?”
“Sir Jester hasn’t told you yet?”
I plunged both hands into the bathtub. Sir Jester swam directly into my palms as if he’d been waiting.
“Told me what?”
“He’s cursed to transform into a clownfish whenever he gets wet. Where are the towels?”
Luderne quickly fetched a towel for me.
The moment I wrapped Sir Jester inside it, Luderne’s eyes widened dramatically. He looked utterly shocked.
His expression was endearing somehow, and I found myself laughing without meaning to.
I deliberately kept my mouth shut and headed out of the Bathroom, Sir Jester still bundled in the towel.
“Wait—wouldn’t Sir Jester suffocate and die if he can’t breathe? A saltwater fish needs seawater to breathe, doesn’t it?”
“My goodness… it’s fine.”
Seeing his flustered state, I tried to answer but ended up bursting into laughter instead.
“He’ll return to his original form once the moisture dries.”
I gently rubbed the fish inside the towel to remove the water. Moments later, the towel bulged outward.
I quickly set Sir Jester down on the rug.
“Phew, I’m alive. I should have mentioned it sooner, but with all these tasks piling up, it slipped my mind entirely.”
Sir Jester, now restored to his original form, scratched the back of his head.
“I was worried about how long I’d have to stay in that bathtub, but it’s fortunate it only took half a day. I’m truly grateful you came, Priscilla.”
Luderne’s eyes rolled before his brow furrowed sharply.
“A curse from Menglow Breeze.”
Luderne’s gaze turned piercing.
Seeing him stride purposefully toward his sword, I hastily spoke up.
“There’s something you don’t know.”
“Something I don’t know?”
“Yes. Breeze’s magic this time was for Sir Jester’s sake.”
Sir Jester nodded and pulled the bell cord.
“Your Highness, please calm yourself. I need to eat something first.”
After ordering tea and a meal from the staff member who arrived, Sir Jester shook his head and settled onto the Sofa.
“Your Highness served me fish for lunch. Ah, I’d like to hear what happened while I was transformed into a fish.”
In that moment, a faint blush crept across Luderne’s cheeks.

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