About Becoming My Ex-Husband's Mistress - Chapter 175

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Chapter 175. I Never Expected It to Be This Bad
“Are you alright? Did you perhaps drink too much?”
At the same time, Menglow’s voice rang out.
“Fun, isn’t it? My curse. Kekekeke.”
At that mocking tone, Eclite’s fury erupted like a mountain. His fists clenched with tremendous force.
“You bastard!”
Eclite hurled a punch toward Count Veloda Genoma.
Count Veloda Genoma, struck hard by the blow, tumbled across the deck.
“Y-Your Majesty?”
The bewildered voice was unmistakably Count Veloda Genoma’s. The body was also Count Veloda Genoma’s.
Eclite knew full well that his opponent was Count Veloda Genoma. But he could not contain his rage.
The face before his eyes was Menglow’s, and the voice ringing in his ears simultaneously was that damned old woman’s.
Eclite swiftly mounted the fallen Count Veloda Genoma and raised his fist.
“If you were dead, you should have stayed dead. What? Why are you wandering around? Do you want to die even in death?”
Eclite seized Count Veloda Genoma by the collar and drove his fist down repeatedly.
“Ugh! Your Majesty! Please, gasp! Come to your senses!”
Count Veloda Genoma begged for mercy.
But in Eclite’s ears, Menglow’s laughter continued to ring.
“Go ahead and kill me. Just try killing me. You’ll die by curse too. Kekekekeke!”
“You think I can’t do it if you ask me to kill you again?”
Eclite poured more force into his punches.
Several white teeth flew from Count Veloda Genoma’s mouth.
As the count’s face appeared as Menglow to Eclite, a crazed laugh rose unbidden to his lips.
“Yes. I’ll gladly kill you.”
Count Veloda Genoma was in absolute despair.
He had merely stepped out for fresh air after a nightmare and happened to encounter Eclite.
Seeing him stagger, he thought Eclite was drunk, and had carefully supported him, intending to gain his favor.
But then came this sudden assault.
Moreover, the murderous gleam in Eclite’s eyes as he looked at him was strange. He seemed utterly mad.
“Y-Your Majesty! Please come to your senses! It’s me, Genoma! Cough!”
His pleas were in vain.
“Die! Just die!”
Eclite, as if possessed, continued swinging his fists wildly, screaming incoherently.
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Upon arriving in the Capital, we first went to the Royal Palace according to the information Baron Ugly had provided.
It was to rescue the Princess, who had been living peacefully until suddenly facing the threat of assassination.
The Princess we met at the Royal Palace had already survived several brushes with death, and her spirit was utterly exhausted.
“Grand Duke, the person trying to kill me seems to be my older brother. Something has been off about him lately.”
The moment she saw Luderne Sellen, she burst into tears and clung to his sleeve.
“I don’t want to die. I have no ambitions for the throne. I just want to live quietly. If necessary, I’m willing to abandon my status—can you help me?”
Upon hearing this, Luderne promised the Princess a new identity and asylum in the Doorban Empire.
The Princess expressed genuine gratitude to Luderne.
Yet from where I stood, it seemed questionable whether such a thing was even possible on a whim.
Still, as she was a princess, I wondered if she might possess succession rights to the throne.
Surprisingly, however, everyone’s reaction suggested the Princess could do so without issue.
The reason became clear soon enough.
She was not the daughter of Hilda Arde, but rather the daughter of the late King.
Apparently, she was a child born secretly through another woman, and was brought into the palace only after Hilda Arde’s death.
Though her lineage was scandalous, Luderne seemed largely unbothered by it.
As it turned out, the fact that the Princess had committed no crimes during her lifetime was taken into consideration. Birth itself is not a sin, they say.
At the same time, he entrusted her care to me.
Since I harbored no particular ill will toward the Princess, her territory in the Doorban Empire was decided quickly.
It was Eurasia—my own fiefdom.
I immediately brought the Princess to Eurasia Count’s Castle.
With the help of those who maintained the castle, I assigned attendants and several knights to serve the Princess, then inspected the conditions and military status of the Eurasia territory.
Once removed from the Royal Palace and assured of safety, the Princess felt relieved.
“I’m truly grateful. Is there anything I can help with? Please, entrust me with anything.”
After consideration, I made a request—one for a contingency.
After that, we proceeded with our next course of action.
It was to find the original based on the contents written in the copy.
Using a spatial transfer scroll, it took exactly one week to gather all the evidence mentioned in the original and its contents.
Then Menglow, after rummaging through the Empire’s Magic Warehouse for quite some time, found me another scroll.
It was to be used on Melissa Bilsty.
“This will complete my lord’s and my revenge.”
Menglow’s face radiated satisfaction.
Shortly after, a newspaper article appeared announcing that Matilda Bilsty and the Coachman, who had been suffering terrible punishment hanging in the Capital Square, had breathed their last.
I heard that criminals sentenced to severe punishment are not even permitted a funeral. They are abandoned deep in the mountains to be devoured by feral dogs, wolves, and eagles.
Only then did the entire world learn of Matilda’s crimes. Wherever people went, they condemned Matilda, the Coachman, Count Veloda Genoma, and Melissa Bilsty.
At this point, my revenge seemed to have succeeded in its own way. Melissa Bilsty could not become queen, nor did it appear she could even return to high society.
Yet by my measure, the revenge was not yet complete.
I had only avenged my father thus far.
Meanwhile, Luderne traveled back and forth between the Arde Kingdom and the Doorban Empire, carrying the evidence and original documents he had obtained.
With concrete evidence in hand, the nobles’ reactions were unambiguous.
Of course, not all nobles pledged blind loyalty to Luderne because of this.
Rather, they promised to remain uninvolved and quiet until all matters were resolved.
Reluctant though they may have been, it was an unavoidable choice, as Zerox and Eclite’s treason was undeniable.
In any case, the situation improved considerably thanks to this.
Zerox and Eclite, unaware of these facts, remained silent.
During this time, I was able to receive updates on their recent circumstances through Baron Ugly.
The news was brought by Jeanne the day before the ship’s party.
We gathered in Luderne’s House Town Office, sipping tea while listening to Jeanne’s account.
Eclite would normally remain still, but when his eyes suddenly turned, he would grab anyone nearby and assault them indiscriminately.
He would rant and rave that he had already killed them, but would kill them again.
Anne and Count Veloda Genoma were the first to get caught up in it.
Anne, who was beaten mercilessly, suffered two weeks of injuries, while Count Veloda Genoma suffered two weeks of injuries plus lost three front teeth and two molars.
So people would avoid him whenever they sensed Eclite’s eyes turning, and Count Veloda Genoma would wake up in terror whenever he fell asleep.
Both conditions began precisely the night of the ship’s tea time.
Menglow, who had listened to the story with us, giggled as if understanding the curse’s true nature.
“It was a Karma and Nightmare Curse Scroll. That curse is extremely vicious. It’s the worst one I’ve ever created!”
Eclite was afflicted with the Curse of Karma.
He suffered fatigue and eye pain, and whoever he encountered would appear to him as the face of someone he had wronged.
On top of that, he would hear the victims’ voices and Menglow’s mockery and condemnation as auditory hallucinations, and the more sins he had accumulated, the more his tormenting illusions multiplied.
“So he’s suffering from temporary optical illusions and auditory hallucinations?”
“If it only ended there, that would be fortunate. I told you it was vicious.”
After savoring a bite of dessert, Menglow displayed a wicked smile.
“The time spent trapped in the curse keeps increasing. He won’t be able to sleep, eat, or even drink water. Eventually, he won’t even be able to breathe.”
Just hearing it was truly horrifying.
As I listened with my lower lip slightly bitten, Menglow continued explaining the curse.
Count Veloda Genoma was afflicted with a curse where he would experience nightmares every time he fell asleep.
The terrible deeds he had actually committed would be distorted and presented with vivid sensory details, making it extremely difficult to distinguish reality from dreams.
“Ah, that’s quite formidable as well.”
Sir Jester shook his head in disbelief.
“A curse that prevents sleep… I feel like I’d die if I couldn’t sleep for three days, yet these two have been enduring this for two weeks now?”
Luderne clicked his tongue.
“If they can’t sleep, they’ll die soon enough.”
“Kekeke. If they could die quickly, I wouldn’t call it vicious.”
Menglow clutched his stomach.
“They can’t even die until the curse’s duration ends.”
I couldn’t comprehend what he meant.
“Whether they jump, cut their abdomen, hang themselves—the suffering from those acts continues while the curse progresses. Even if their body dies and becomes immobile, their senses and mind remain alive. It means there is no rest until the curse’s time limit expires.”
Silence fell over the study.
Everyone’s expressions grew grave. It seemed they had heard the curse was vicious, but hadn’t realized it would be this severe.
For the same reason, my heart also grew heavy.
Revenge is one thing, but I wondered if this wasn’t too extreme.
“Well, don’t make those faces. Even though that scroll is vicious, it doesn’t curse good people.”
Menglow rubbed his withered hands together.
“The scroll only applies at its worst when there are things like the faces of those wronged, or actual terrible deeds the person committed. But if they’re suffering from that, it means…”
I understood.
“Ah.”
Only then did everyone’s expressions ease.
If Eclite and Count Veloda Genoma were suffering to their limits, it meant the countless misdeeds they had committed throughout their lives were finally catching up with them.
In other words, we weren’t the only ones achieving vengeance.
At that moment, someone knocked from outside the study.

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