I Accidentally Resurrected My Dead Husband - Chapter 69

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Episode 69
Of course, Udith didn’t refuse a second time. She swallowed hard and clutched the Deposit Certificate tightly to her chest.
“Then I’ll gratefully accept it. Will you be heading back to the Penco Kingdom right away?”
“Yes, I’ll return at once. I need to go with her so my sister can feel at ease. I’m leaving, but Budanju will stay in the Empire to handle matters, so if any problems arise with the Deposit Certificate, contact him.”
With that, Denver introduced Budanju on the spot. After Udith made his acquaintance and left Denver’s room, she held the Deposit Certificate so tightly to her chest it seemed she might float away if released, or lose it if she loosened her grip even slightly.
All the way back to the expensive inn room Denver had arranged for her, Udith remained on constant alert, watching her surroundings. Every passing stranger looked like a potential thief.
“Why don’t you just announce that you’re carrying something valuable?”
Ern spoke up, unable to bear the sight of Udith’s bristling anxiety.
“Ern, it’s nine hundred thousand gold. Nine hundred thousand gold.”
Even alone in the room, Udith whispered urgently into Ern’s ear.
“So you’re just going to stay in here hugging it? I thought you wanted to see the sea. Aren’t you going?”
“I already saw the sea.”
By “sea,” Udith meant the waters just beyond the harbor where ships came and went.
“You said you wanted to eat seafood.”
“I’ll have it sent to the room.”
After safely returning Caroline, Udith had made plans to see the sea and enjoy seafood. In both her past life and this one, she’d never seen the ocean. She’d certainly never indulged in local delicacies by the seaside.
She’d come all this way intending to enjoy herself, but now that she possessed a Deposit Certificate worth nine hundred thousand gold, she simply couldn’t bring herself to leave the room. Granted, the nine hundred thousand gold would end up in Smith’s pocket anyway, but still.
“Iluer and Tan went out, didn’t they?”
“They said it was their first time seeing the sea too.”
Iluer and Tan had their share of hardships. Udith had divided some of the funds she’d made from selling Caroline’s Earrings among them. The two had left excitedly, eager to see the sea and buy souvenirs for their families.
“I should go out for a bit myself. I came all the way to the sea—I can’t just stay in this room.”
As Ern moved toward the door, Udith hastily grabbed his forearm.
“No, absolutely not! Don’t even think about going anywhere, Ern. You stay right here next to me. I mean it.”
It might have sounded romantic—if not for the expression on her face, eyes blazing like some kind of villainous rabbit. Of course, Ern wasn’t seeing the sea for the first time, and he didn’t particularly care about sightseeing. But when someone tells you that you can’t leave, suddenly you want nothing more than to go.
“I don’t like it. I really want to see the sea. I wanted to see it so badly that while I was dealing with Loam, the sea kept shimmering before my eyes.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
Whether Udith protested or not, Ern tried to physically pry her off and head out the door.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
After barely two steps, Udith practically threw herself at him, grabbing his pantleg. She was desperate. What if a robber came by?
“Someone has to guard the money.”
“No one’s going to steal it. Let go. Let go of this.”
Ern pressed down firmly on the crown of Udith’s head, but she clung on stubbornly.
“Why are you so strong?”
“You can see the sea from the window.”
While still gripping Ern’s pantleg, Udith pointed toward the window. Since they were staying at the finest inn in the harbor, opening the window revealed the sea stretching out below. Even if it was far away.
“That’s not seeing the sea.”
“You can’t go. Absolutely not. If you want to go, you’ll have to step over me.”
Udith and Ern bickered back and forth, but in the end, Ern surrendered to her stubbornness. They stood side by side at the window. The sound of waves didn’t quite reach them, but they counted it as good enough.
Udith breathed in the salt-tinged ocean air while her other hand gripped the Deposit Certificate tightly below the windowsill.
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Was it really worth all that? Ern let out a hollow laugh.
“You said it was your first time seeing the sea. Shouldn’t you at least go wade in it?”
“My mind’s too uneasy right now. I can’t really enjoy it properly. There will be other chances.”
In this life, there would surely come a chance to rest by the sea. Udith took in the sunset over the water with both eyes.
“I can’t remember the last time I just sat still and did nothing.”
Had such a time ever existed in her life? Udith briefly reflected on her tumultuous past. Back then, even this small respite would have been a luxury. When she returned to the Capital, it likely would be again.
“Not smelling candle wax makes me feel like I’m actually alive.”
“What’s wrong with the smell of candles? We make our living from them.”
The Rainlandt Mansion always reeked of melting wax.
“I’m really grateful that Henry and Siya are there.”
The same went for the rest of her godmother’s group. Thanks to them making candles in her stead, managing the shop, and maintaining the mansion, Udith could enjoy this leisure now.
Without them, she’d probably be making candles here too.
“Then why send them away?”
“What?”
“Those people—there’s no real need to send them away, is there?”
Honestly, since her godmother’s group had arrived, things had been much easier and better for Ern. When it was just him and Udith, laundry, cleaning, cooking—they’d done it all themselves, and it had been exhausting.
When orders piled up, Udith made Scented Candles and couldn’t do anything else, leaving cleaning, laundry, and cooking entirely to Ern. He’d been struggling to help with her work while managing the household. But after her godmother’s group came, though the mansion had become noisier, everything else had become much easier.
“Hmm.”
Udith was conflicted about the same thing. It was convenient to have helping hands, but if word got out that the Shartin Clan made Scented Candles, the business could collapse in an instant. Yet she couldn’t bear to coldly turn away people with nowhere else to go.
That was when someone knocked on the door. Udith immediately bristled like a hedgehog again. Did this girl really think everyone in the world was after her money? Ern let out a short sigh and opened the door.
Outside, Tan stood holding a large sack.
“Went down to the sea and caught some fish, did you?”
Ern asked, picking up the salt-tang from the sack. Tan shook his head and opened it to show what was inside.
“Seashells, sir. Miss Herington mentioned wanting to collect some to decorate candles with. So I gathered quite a few.”
Tan laughed, covered in sand. Ern glanced at Udith, who’d gone speechless, and asked silently with his eyes: could they really turn her out now?
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“I have a feeling Miss Herington would cause trouble even if you asked her not to.”
As she was leaving, Caroline offered what couldn’t quite be called a curse—more a parting jab.
“If life in the Empire grows too hard, come to our kingdom. You’ll always be welcome.”
Caroline gave Udith a light embrace and departed.
And now, who would buy her candles? Who would give her the leftover food? Udith couldn’t hide her disappointment. So ended their brief escape, and they returned to the Capital.
Udith made straight for the Scented Candle shop, which had been closed so long, while Ern hurried off to interrogate Loam. He worried Loam might have taken his own life, or bitten through his tongue to keep silent.
Or perhaps Cain, nursing a grudge against the Followers, had interrogated him so harshly that Loam could no longer speak coherently—that fear haunted him too.
…….
It proved a needless worry. Ern realized this the moment he entered the Prison where Loam was held.
“This is…”
Ern couldn’t finish. Loam sat eating a meal of white bread and stew served on clean dishes, accompanied by a light wine.
Despite being imprisoned, the bedding was spotless, and Loam’s appearance was so neat you’d never guess he was a prisoner escaping. Good grief, Marquis Mosley—is this a Prison or an inn? You madman.
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In truth, there was a reason Loam received such favorable treatment.
“Calm yourself, Ern. Loam says he’ll tell us everything he knows.”
“You believe that?”
When Ern began to make a scene inside Loam’s cell, Cain quickly moved to settle him.
“We negotiated.”
It was Loam himself who answered, watching their outburst from behind the iron bars.
“I’m not a Follower.”
“Look—he’s already lying.”
Ern pointedly ignored Loam and addressed only Cain. He had reason to. After siding with the Followers, rebelling with them, and fleeing alongside them, and now claiming he wasn’t a Follower—it was absurd.
“Check my background thoroughly. My house has no children born of Followers, and I myself married someone from outside the Shartin Clan.”
Cain nodded, confirming Loam’s words. Loam rose slowly from the table and approached the iron bars.
“You don’t know I’m born illegitimate?”
“Why would I know that?”
“Strange. Here we are, both Illegitimate Children.”

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