About Becoming My Ex-Husband's Mistress - Chapter 172

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Chapter 172. I Got Goosebumps
“Pfft!”
Luderne burst into laughter.
“So you acted unexpectedly at a delicate moment and I was caught off guard—it was a mistake? You didn’t even know who it was?”
Luderne didn’t laugh outright, but he clutched his stomach with one hand while covering his mouth, struggling to contain his mirth.
“Why, why are you laughing?”
Sir Jester answered next.
“Was that really a mistake? For a mistake, it was far too brilliant.”
Sir Jester appeared to be barely suppressing the corners of his mouth from twitching upward, while Madame Raber was breaking out in a cold sweat.
“Darling, I nearly screamed right then and there. Do you know how hard I had to work to keep my expression composed?”
“It is indeed alarming. Casting a curse spell on someone whose identity you didn’t know is a serious matter.”
“That’s not it.”
“?”
“That knight was Prince Eclite.”
At Madame Raber’s words, I truly doubted my own ears.
The moment my eyes widened, Sir Jester nodded in confirmation.
“Casting a curse spell on a prince is something one wouldn’t even dare conceive of… At the time, I was genuinely shocked, but now that I think about it, you’ve done something truly extraordinary.”
Luderne’s lips curved up with satisfaction.
“You’re holding an incredible spell in your hands, yet neither of us even considered it.”
Luderne gently took my hand.
He said the unmarked scrolls in the Imperial Palace were ones collected after the mage who created that particular spell had disappeared.
They were things that couldn’t be used recklessly because their identities were unknown.
“If Eclite had known that scroll was a curse spell, he would have used it on the Grand Duke and had plenty left over. Ah yes, and another thing.”
Sir Jester also delivered news of Matilda to Menglow.
“Kekekeke!”
After hearing the whole story, Menglow laughed heartily.
“The young master has settled this old woman’s grudge! Oh, how delightful! Kekekeke!”
Then she raised her bony fingers.
“Ah, but if the scroll you originally intended to use went somewhere else, won’t you be short on supplies?”
Luderne pulled a spatial transfer scroll from his pocket.
“I was about to ask you to search for more of these anyway. And for now, we’ll need to keep moving, so let’s travel together.”
After discussion, we decided to head to the Capital first. We wanted to directly confirm the atmosphere we’d only read about in newspapers.
Just then, the barracks entrance opened slightly.
The one peering inside was one of Madame Raber’s subordinates.
“Madame, two women have come looking for Priscilla.”
Madame Raber stepped outside the barracks.
Shortly after, she returned with two women wearing deep hoods. Each carried a single travel bag in their hands.
“We’ve arrived, Teacher.”
As they removed their hoods and smiled brightly, they were surprisingly Jeanne and her mother.
“Goodness, how did you find this place?”
Then it suddenly occurred to me.
“Did Baron Ugly arrange for my discharge?”
“Yes.”
Jeanne nodded, revealing that Baron Ugly was her biological father.
The first to jump at Jeanne’s explanation was Madame Laber.
“My goodness, my goodness, gracious! Insane! I thought it was extremely unlikely, but I pulled her from the tavern just in case—not a relative, but a daughter?”
She rolled up both her arms, covered in goosebumps.
“I made the choice, but it’s insane. I’m genuinely getting chills. To think I’d hit jackpot after jackpot in my life like this.”
As we stared at her intently, Madame Laber broke into a grin.
“The biggest jackpot of my life was recruiting Priscilla. As for Jeanne… honestly, she’s the spitting image of Baron Ugly.”
Jeanne, catching the implication, was startled.
“Then did you know from the start that he was my father when you had me leave that place?”
“It doesn’t happen so easily, does it?”
Madame Laber narrowed her eyes.
“I’m not a philanthropist. Though I do take chances sometimes, betting on possibilities.”
“….”
“In any case, Jeanne, it’s all profit for you, isn’t it? You should remain grateful to me, unchanged.”
At Madame Laber’s imperious tone, Jeanne shrank back instinctively.
“Yes.”
At her meek voice, Sir Jester tossed out a remark.
“Then shouldn’t we address her as the young lady of Baron Ugly’s household now?”
This time it was Madame Laber who flinched.
Seeing her reaction, Jeanne was even more startled and waved her hands frantically.
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m more used to my name. Please call me by my name. And also.”
Jeanne pulled out a small, unremarkable-looking box from her luggage and handed it to me.
“This, Teacher.”
“What is it?”
“I found it in Melissa’s bedroom, and there were documents inside?”
I immediately took the box and opened it. Documents spilled out in succession.
The moment I examined one of them, I was startled.
“Luderne, these are copies.”
Luderne took the box from me and examined the documents, looking quite astonished.
“How did you get these?”
“I found them deep in Melissa’s guest room.”
What followed from Jeanne was remarkable.
She had copied them exactly, bit by bit. All of them.
At her words, I examined the documents again. Truly, the handwriting on them was elegant.
I couldn’t help but admire it.
“Wow, I didn’t know Jeanne had such beautiful penmanship.”
“That wasn’t written by me.”
I was bewildered.
She said I copied it, but it wasn’t something I wrote.
“Father completely switched them out. So what’s left in Melissa’s Guest Room is what I actually wrote.”
Jeanne stuck her tongue out slightly and laughed.
“And Father asked me to tell you that he’s grateful, Teacher.”
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Count Veloda Genoma was bewildered.
He had only just managed to calm down the raging Melissa and returned to his cabin to sleep.
So why was he now sitting at the desk in Count’s Study in the dead of night, with Priscilla standing across from him?
At that moment, his mouth opened of its own accord.
“I have something to say, madam.”
Simultaneously, what I pulled from my breast was a curse magic scroll—one Melissa had given me.
A scroll that, upon being torn, applies to the person closest to the user besides themselves.
I’d heard that those afflicted by this magic become so unbearably aroused that they beg anyone to violate them.
So Count Veloda Genoma was delighted.
For two years, Priscilla had been his wife only on paper. Now he could finally do as he pleased with her beautiful body.
Wherever, whenever—he would throw her down a hundred times, a thousand times, rolling and kneading her until obscene moans poured from that refined lady.
Until she willingly surrendered the key to the vast inheritance that lay dormant.
That was what he had decided.
Having recalled all this, Count Veloda Genoma wondered if everything that had happened was a dream.
‘Hmm, I must have dozed off for a moment.’
A small sigh escaped him, followed by a relieved laugh. It seemed he had been tense without realizing it, given the gravity of what he was about to do.
Count Veloda Genoma tore the magic scroll.
But instead, a strange force coursed through his own body.
“?”
He was confused, but there was no time to hesitate.
Priscilla, panicked, had bolted from the study.
He had to chase after her.
“Oh, oh, such a tantrum.”
Shaking his head, he closed and opened his eyes once—only to be bewildered again.
“?”
He was not in the study, but in the Swamp behind the Count’s estate.
Priscilla was already floundering in the bog, and he found himself extending his hand toward her.
The subsequent events came flooding back to his mind naturally.
The moment Priscilla grasped his hand, he had spotted the key necklace around her neck.
He had seized the key first, then bound both her wrists with his belt, gagged her mouth with a bloodstained handkerchief, and pushed her down.
Ensuring she could never escape the swamp.
“?”
Suddenly, Count Veloda Genoma felt a doubt arise.
How could it be so vivid when it hadn’t even happened yet?
That was when I truly saw the key hanging around Priscilla’s neck.
I couldn’t help but furrow my brow, wondering what on earth was happening.
‘Have I developed the ability to foresee what’s about to unfold?’
In any case, that key held an immense fortune locked within it. I had to seize it first.
With that resolve, the moment my hand reached for the key—
Priscilla’s other hand suddenly grabbed Count Veloda Genoma’s outstretched arm. The terrified expression pleading for mercy had vanished without a trace.
Priscilla stared directly at Count Veloda Genoma, her lips curling into a cruel smile.
“I knew you’d try that, you parasitic bastard!”
In that instant, Count Veloda Genoma’s eyes widened in disbelief.
The hand gripping his transformed into a black, gnarled branch that tore painfully into his flesh.
What followed was a brutal, wrenching pull.
It was unbelievable. Such tremendous strength.
My body lurched forward violently. With a wet splash, I was completely submerged in the swamp.
A heavy sensation engulfed me, and my breath caught in my throat.
“Gasp!”
Count Veloda Genoma thrashed with all his might, barely managing to thrust his head above the swamp’s surface.
“Cough!”
As I desperately gasped for air, all manner of swamp debris flooded into my mouth.
It was absolutely vile.
Count Veloda Genoma could scarcely believe his own eyes.
Priscilla had already climbed out of the swamp.
As if she’d never fallen in at all, her clothes were pristine as she looked down at me with cold contempt.
Her key clutched firmly in one hand.
“Experience it yourself—what it felt like for me.”
“Y-you’re insane!”
Curses spilled from my lips unbidden.
Count Veloda Genoma attempted to swim toward the swamp’s edge.
But swamps, by their very nature, do not yield easily to escape by force alone.
A heavy sensation gradually consumed my body.
No—as if possessed of life itself, the swamp rose in waves.
Witnessing this, Count Veloda Genoma felt his blood run cold.
“P-please! Save me! Save me!”
Yet the swamp relentlessly swallowed Count Veloda Genoma whole. My breath was cut off.
Count Veloda Genoma squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his mouth closed. He held his breath.
His only thought was to thrash somehow and force his head above the surface.
But then something impossible occurred.
The swamp’s mud forced its way into my ears and nostrils with relentless pressure. As if genuinely alive.
“I’m… dying!”
The terror of death seized me. The agony was truly unbearable.
I desperately wanted to understand how things had come to this, but there was no way to know.
At that moment, the swamp’s mud peeled open his eyelids. Miraculously, his vision returned.
Simultaneously, Count Veloda Genoma was struck with horror at the sight before him.

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