I Accidentally Resurrected My Dead Husband - Chapter 11

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Episode 11
“How! Busy! Am I!”
Leon Herrington was furious. Two months ago, or three months—he couldn’t quite remember—he’d sold Udith to some lawyer looking for a naive noblewoman.
But then that man suddenly had someone drag Leon to a secluded spot and threatened him to spit out the money he’d received, all because Udith wasn’t as innocent and obedient as Leon had described her.
Where would Leon have kept the money? He’d ended up prostrating himself at Cliff’s feet, begging to be given another chance to reeducate his sister, before he was finally released.
“Such a troublesome, tiresome person, really.”
So Leon had come straight to Rainhardt Estate the moment he woke.
“Stop it, stop! What are you doing, just showing up like this!”
The moment he saw Udith glaring at him with hostile eyes—having not seen him in quite some time—his temper flared completely out of control.
“I heard you’d improved, but now you’re just arrogant as ever!”
The instant he entered the estate, he began throwing every piece of furniture he could see, acting like a madman.
Watching the candles she’d worked so hard to make shatter before they’d even set properly, Udith grabbed him by the waist.
“Yelp!”
But Leon immediately grabbed her by the hair.
“Living apart has made you wild. Now that your husband is dead anyway, maybe I should just move in here myself.”
“Don’t you dare! Let go, let go this instant!”
With her hair in his grip, Udith thrashed violently—raking her nails across him, kicking wildly—and Leon felt a flicker of unease in his chest.
……This wasn’t like her at all.
The Udith he knew would tremble at the mere sight of his raised hand. But she was fighting back? Had becoming a countess’s wife given her such courage? Thinking she needed a real lesson, Leon threw her down and loosened his belt. He’d intended to be gentle for the sake of his now-married sister, but clearly that wouldn’t do.
“You’re going to make me use tools, damn—”
As he raised his belt to brandish it like a whip, his vision spun. When it cleared, he found himself rolling across the floor. Leon stared up at the man who’d appeared from nowhere to attack him, still dazed.
“Where did you come from?”
The man muttered something, but it was exactly what Leon wanted to know.
A man. This fox of a girl, Udith Herrington—had she really brought another man into the house? And why was he so good-looking?
Leon slowly pushed himself up, watching the man help Udith to her feet. If there were a god of war, would he wear a face like that? Lost in those cold, piercing eyes for only a moment, Leon nearly gasped at the sight of broad shoulders that even a loose shirt couldn’t conceal.
If only the man hadn’t drawn a sword without a word.
“Didn’t I just ask you who you are?”
“Ah, I—”
Leon made a show of answering before diving straight through the nearest window.
* * *
“He’s gone.”
Just in case Leon was lurking nearby, Aern had circled the estate to make sure he wouldn’t sneak back and approach Udith while she was alone. He’d come back in plenty of time to stop her from reaching for a broken glass bottle to try and salvage the ruined candles.
“Next time you see him, please beat him so badly he can’t get up for days.”
Udith was seething. Poorly nourished as she was, she hadn’t been able to stop Leon from kicking over the candles and the pot she’d used to make them.
“Why would I? I’m not some lunatic who goes around hitting people.”
As the one known as the Empire’s bandit—a nickname that should probably be changed to “mad dog”—shrugged, Udith’s small fist trembled. Aern let out a blatant sneer, watching that fragile fist that wouldn’t even sting if she threw it.
“Honey, are you really doing this?”
“Can you stop using that word?”
Aern frowned with visible disgust and rubbed his forearm. He seemed to have an actual allergy to the term. Udith felt a private sense of satisfaction.
“How does that word come so naturally? Is this a remarriage?”
“It’s my first marriage, and I’m just rather flexible with forms of address.”
“So you can kill someone and still insist your conscience is flexible?”
It was only a casual remark, but Udith’s mouth snapped shut and she looked away, as if struck.
“Have you ever killed anyone?”
“No, that’s not—”
“Then what?”
“……My conscience really is a bit flexible.”
……
Was she actually stung by that? Did she have a conscience, or didn’t she? Aern exhaled a defeated, exasperated sigh, all fight draining from him. Udith casually began gathering the scattered wick fragments from the floor. Aern offered her a cup of water.
“Drink something, at least.”
“What’s come over you, sir?”
“Yes, and you can spare the thanks.”
Was he actually softhearted? Without a shred of suspicion, Udith accepted the cup and drank the water in one gulp.
“Thank you anyway, sir Aern. I’ll drink it gratefully.”
The cold water sliding down her throat felt oddly strange. Udith blinked several times and returned to tidying the room. About a minute passed before her hands, which had been moving mechanically, began to slip and falter.
“Udith Herrington.”
“Yes?”
What’s wrong with my body? Udith, who’d been kneeling, swayed and simply crumpled to the floor beside herself. Aern crouched in front of her, tilting her chin up. Her black eyes, which had gleamed with alertness just moments before, grew hazy and dim. The Truth Serum he’d mixed into the water was taking effect.
“What did you feel when I came back to life?”

“I’m incredibly irritated. My goodness.”
The words tumbled out before she could stop them, and Udith’s eyes widened in shock. She clapped a hand over her mouth.
“You’re incredibly irritated?”
Aern grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand down, repeating the question.
“I mean—what if he lives? I’ve already planned everything out, the Earldom, the Estate, living in comfort! That charlatan, when I catch him it won’t just be—no, that’s not what I meant to say at all.”
Udith muttered in fury, then widened her eyes in panic, her gaze darting wildly. Aern nodded with satisfaction. The serum is working perfectly. Henry didn’t get swindled, at least.
“What charlatan? You mean that medium?”
At Aern’s question, Udith nodded as though entranced, murmuring softly.
“I gave him two hundred thousand Gold.”
“Henry gave it to him, didn’t he?”
“That money should just be mine.”
…….
The serum was working far too well. Aern steered the conversation back to the matter at hand before it drifted elsewhere.
“What’s your relationship with Cliff?”
“We met for the first time at the wedding. He’s a lawyer. There’s nothing between us, except—oh, that lawyer was trying to cheat me.”
He didn’t even ask for the full two hundred million Gold—he asked to borrow three million Gold while trying to steal the Earldom from her? The villain. Such a wicked man. Udith babbled on incoherently.
“The Earldom belongs to me.”
“Why would it be yours? It’s mine.”
“…This is so frustrating.”
Anger flickered in Udith’s eyes. She must have been thoroughly displeased about coming back to life. After all, how many people would be happy to find themselves resurrected? Even Aern himself took no joy in his own return.
“What if I gave it all to you and left?”
“Really? Truly?”
Her scowl vanished instantly, replaced by a flush of delight. She looked as though she might expire from happiness at the mere thought. Aern, who’d had no particular attachment to titles, found something oddly grating about that expression.
“No, I was only joking.”
“Be careful on the roads at night. I mean it.”
In an instant, a lethal edge crept into Udith’s voice. For some reason, Aern’s irritation dissolved, replaced by an odd sense of ease.
“And if I don’t take care? What can you do?”
“Nothing I can do—it’s just a threat. Wait, what am I even saying?”
He chuckled softly, watching the confusion play across Udith’s face, then rose to finish his business. The serum would wear off soon, and Udith would be left alone with her embarrassment—but that wasn’t his concern. Udith had nothing to do with his death. He’d confirmed that much. That was all that mattered.
“By the way, are you alright from being hit by that oaf earlier?”
Aern turned back suddenly as he was leaving. He hadn’t gotten a clear look at it, but it seemed like someone had grabbed her by the hair and dragged her around. Udith, still wearing that confused expression, answered with remarkable honesty.
“As if I’d be frightened by something like that.”
I’ve been through everything—battlefields, possession magic. Udith trailed off into meaningless mutterings, then caught herself and clamped her mouth shut again.
“…Yes, you appear to be quite well.”
He couldn’t make out a word of what she’d just said, but one thing was certain: Udith Herrington was not in her right mind. Of that, at least, he was sure.
* * *
Meanwhile, Leon, who had fled the Rainhardt Estate, sought out Cliff at once and reported everything without omission.
“My sister has a suitor, sir. Quite a frightening fellow—he even carries a sword. Though I must say, his appearance is quite refined. Tall, blond hair….”
Leon paused, searching his memory, then clapped his hands together.
“Ah, now that I think of it, he bears a resemblance to Lord Aern! But I don’t think you need worry greatly, sir. Surely a man like that wouldn’t remain with Udith for long?”
As Leon rambled on with his excuses, Cliff’s brow grew steadily narrower.
‘Tsk, and here I thought she was modest. She’s already brought a man home? And one who resembles Aern, of all people?’
So she’d claimed ignorance, said she was causing trouble, all while keeping an eye on a lover. A handsome man who wielded a blade—such types were predictable. No doubt he’d discovered that Udith was a widow who’d inherited an Earldom and approached her with that in mind.
“Men like that are actually easier to handle.”
Perhaps this business could resolve itself more smoothly than expected. All he had to do was win over this man and get Udith to sign the documents. Offer him a mere ten thousand Gold—or even five thousand—and the man would surely jump at it.
“I should slip over and get a look at him.”
Since the man resembled Aern, Cliff’s curiosity was piqued. It would be useful to see what sort of fellow he was, and perhaps dig up some information about him as well.
Cliff set out for the Rainhardt Estate to catch a glimpse of this man. Intending merely to observe from a distance, he went alone, without servants, and lingered near the Rainhardt Estate grounds.
‘This mansion is as unsightly as ever.’
The Rainhardt Family had invited only close associates to the funeral. Cliff, who served as the family’s legal counsel, had been among those invited. At the funeral of the previous Earl—Aern’s father—Cliff had barely managed to suppress his revulsion.
‘I’ve never seen a corpse like that before.’

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