I Accidentally Resurrected My Dead Husband - Chapter 65

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Chapter 65
The next morning, Ern arrived at the Southern Forest before Cain and took up position in ambush. Five escaped traitors in total.
Currently visible to Ern’s eyes were thirteen people, excluding the woman and child. The two most critical figures—Loam and the man dressed as a medium—were both at the villa.
‘Cain’s plan worked.’
The day they confirmed those men were hiding in Pernie Marquis’s Villa, Marquis Mosley devised a strategy to keep them from crawling out and wandering the city.
It was simply to issue orders strengthening patrols to maintain security within the Capital. He deliberately doubled the patrol force for good measure. No matter how bold Loam and the Red Liquor Medium were, they were fugitives. Cain’s prediction was that they wouldn’t venture out during heightened patrols.
Meanwhile, Ern was thinking,
‘At last I’ll get answers about what experiment they were planning to run on me. But I hope Udith got off to a good start. She didn’t get caught sneaking into Pernie Marquis’s Villa, did she?’
Even with Loam right before his eyes, he found himself thinking of Udith. They were always together, and now, precisely when the danger was real, they were apart—it made him restless.
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But contrary to Ern’s worries, Udith slipped into Pernie Marquis’s Villa undetected.
“Water, bring more water!”
“That one’s going down, move!”
Pernie Marquis’s Villa was burning quite merrily. Twenty minutes earlier, Iluer had wrapped water-soaked Fire Insect Eggs in thin paper and fired them from a slingshot.
The eggs fell into the garden beside the villa’s main gate. Immediately, a sound like wind tearing through the air rang out. It was a signal for both Udith and the insects. The hatched male fire insects ignited all at once. The burning insects spread flames to trees and grass. Some of the insects clung to curtains and hem-lines, mistaking cloth for wood.
“Aaaaaah!”
“Get out, get out now!”
Fire took hold inside the villa as well. In moments, it spread throughout the mansion. The moment the main gate opened so servants could draw water from the nearby river, Udith slipped inside.
She picked up a water bucket someone had dropped while falling, and moved briskly through the chaos. No one suspected her. How could they, with no time to look at anyone’s face? In the confusion, Udith spotted Caroline.
“My lady, this way, come this way.”
Two maidservants were supporting the bewildered Caroline as they made their exit. Udith grabbed a burning branch, slipped behind them, tossed it, and shouted.
“Your skirt’s on fire, fire!”
“Where, where!”
“Eeek!”
While the two maidservants bounced about lifting their skirts to dodge the flames, Udith quickly seized Caroline’s forearm.
“My lady, I shall attend to you.”
“Who are you—ah.”
Recognizing Udith’s face, Caroline laughed, genuinely taken aback.
“Lead on. I’m choking on the smoke.”
Caroline deliberately raised her voice in annoyance, gripping Udith’s forearm as they moved.
“Put this on, quickly.”
Udith handed her the Robe she’d brought. Once Caroline donned it, she slipped past the servants moving buckets and melted into the crowd of onlookers.
“My lady, where are you?”
“I don’t know, butler.”
“Why aren’t you looking for her!”
“My lady, my lady, where are you?”
The butler, coming to his senses late, searched for Caroline inside the villa. But in the pandemonium of spectators and helpers, he couldn’t spot Caroline hidden beneath the Robe with its hood drawn up.
“Get in.”
Udith helped Caroline into a Carriage prepared in advance. Iluer and Tan, who was acting as coachman, set off the moment the carriage door closed.
Caroline still looked dazed. Udith informed her that Loam’s gang and the Pernie Marquis family, who had harbored them, would all be arrested today. Caroline’s brow knit in concentration. She nibbled at her fingertips until they made a clicking sound.
“You’ll pass through the City Gate, but you’ll be stopped at the next Checkpoint Inspection.”
“So what you’re saying is…….”
“Yes?”
“You’ll need to become the Countess of Rainhardt until you reach the Harbor.”
One must pass through a Checkpoint Inspection at the City Gate. Everyone coming and going is inspected, but exit inspections are relatively less thorough than entry ones.
“Even if they’re not searching for the Marquise right now, they’ll start looking once the villa situation is cleaned up. You’ll need to hide your identity until then.”
“You’re asking me to assume a false identity. Will the checkpoint believe it?”
“They will.”
Unless it were a caravan or mercenary band where criminals might be mixed in, a noblewoman taking a few attendants to a seaside villa wouldn’t be interrogated closely.
“But Rainhardt—you mean that cursed family? I heard the line had ended.”
Caroline paused, searching her memory for whether such a house existed, then tilted her head in puzzlement.
“An illegitimate child survived.”
“Ah, I see. I didn’t know that.”
“Moving under the name of the Countess of Rainhardt will help you stay somewhat outside the investigation.”
Had there been more time, Udith would have prepared a forged Identity Document, but one day wasn’t enough. While pondering solutions during a walk through the Rainhardt Count’s Estate gardens, Udith’s eye caught on a Flag bearing the Rainhardt family crest.
It was a Flag for a Carriage, but the Carriage was nowhere to be found—only the Flag lay abandoned beside the stable, which Udith discovered and stashed in a corner. The moment she saw it, a brilliant idea struck her.
“Why do I need a forged Identity Document? I can just use my own identity!”
She brushed the dirt from the Flag, and found it in perfectly usable condition.
But what good was a Carriage Flag without the Carriage itself? Udith hurried to the Market and hastily purchased a fine, second-hand Carriage befitting a noblewoman. She borrowed two horses to pull it from Smith, who rented them out—just as he’d lent the Luman brothers before—at an exorbitant price.
‘The Carriage, the horse rental fees—it’s costing me a lot of Gold.’
It was a pity, but Udith invested boldly to earn six million Gold.
“But did you get permission from the Rainhardt Count’s wife for this plan? If the Countess discovers her name has been forged, we’ll find ourselves in even worse trouble.”
“Don’t worry about that. There’s no chance it will happen.”
“How am I supposed to believe that?”
Caroline grew tense. Yet Udith understood her. A naturally sharp and prickly person, she had already exhausted herself at the Marquis’s villa, feigning madness to deceive everyone.
That wasn’t all—now she was fleeing under a borrowed name. Born the daughter of wealth, Caroline had always walked only smooth, safe, comfortable paths. This journey was far too heavy a burden for her. Right now she must be terribly frightened and anxious. She probably wouldn’t be able to release her tension completely until she reached the Pencol Kingdom and could embrace her mother and father.
“Well, here’s the thing.”
Udith debated whether to reveal her true identity to Caroline, then decided to do it.
At this point, even if she exposed who she was, Caroline would be leaving for the Pencol Kingdom anyway and wouldn’t spread rumors. And it would put Caroline’s mind at ease too.
“Don’t be startled, madam. The truth is, I’m the wife of the Rainhardt Count.”
“What did you say?”
“I’m the woman who married into the Rainhardt family as an illegitimate relation. I pretended not to be married because I was worried that if I sold candles made in a cursed mansion, they wouldn’t sell at all.”
Udith told her the story—about her gambling brother, the marriage bought with money—editing out the harshest details as she went.
Caroline’s anxious eyes gradually narrowed with interest. As she finished listening to Udith’s tale, she murmured quietly to herself.
“But is two hundred million Gold really such a massive sum that it’s this hard to repay?”
She spoke as if to herself, gazing out the window, and Udith felt deeply wronged.
‘This wretched world. Some people are born poor and stay poor even if they died and came back to life. Some are born the daughters of the wealthy. Ah, if I’d known it would come to this, I should have demanded ten million Gold as my commission fee.’
Six million Gold seemed so enormous that she couldn’t even imagine negotiating the price now—and suddenly, the version of herself from two days ago felt utterly pitiful.
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At the very moment when Udith, having experienced once again the unfairness of life, and Caroline, who had regained some composure, rattled leisurely toward the City Gate in their carriage—
“Capture alive if possible. But if alive capture is impossible, lethal force is authorized.”
Marquis Mosley mobilized fifty Security Force soldiers who had been called in for training and sent them into the Southern Forest, establishing a double perimeter. The soldiers and the Security Force commander, having heard no explanation whatsoever, simply obeyed orders with bewildered expressions on their faces.
They moved only on the single command to arrest anyone who came out of the villa. The soldiers moved as discreetly as they could manage, but their incomplete grasp of the situation and the marshy ground caused some commotion. Someone bolted out of the villa upon hearing the noise. Watching that figure, Ern’s brow furrowed.
‘That face looks familiar.’
It wasn’t Loam, but a knight from the same 3rd Knight Order as Ern. The man glanced around, then rushed frantically back into the villa.
‘I can’t let him escape.’

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