I Became the Wife of the Hero Who Killed Me - Chapter 119

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#Episode 119

 

Elisia’s eyes widened in surprise at the confession.

 

Edwin felt the desire to hold her gaze even longer.

 

He hadn’t realized that having only himself reflected in her eyes could be such a sweet and intoxicating thing.

 

“If you don’t want this, hit me and run away.”

 

Edwin’s voice dropped low.

 

He gently cupped the nape of Elisia’s neck with his palm.

 

And then he kissed her.

 

If Elisia truly tried to push him away or escape, Edwin was prepared to gather what little self-control he had left and let her go.

 

But she remained with her lips against his and whispered to Edwin.

 

“I won’t run away.”

 

“….”

 

“So, actually… I think I feel the same way.”

 

This time it was Edwin who froze in surprise.

 

Elisia’s face flushed bright red as she continued softly.

 

“The reason I was afraid of being a burden to you was because I wanted to show you only my good side. I didn’t want to be hated by someone I… like.”

 

“What, what did you just say?”

 

Edwin stammered back, forgetting the situation entirely.

 

He had never even dreamed she would respond like this.

 

But her voice that followed was firm and without hesitation.

 

“I like you.”

 

“….”

 

Clear eyes wet with tears were looking up at him.

 

Edwin could instinctively tell that she wanted him too.

 

‘Ah, damn.’

 

Edwin roughly ran his hands over his face.

 

This terrible thirst that always clung to him like a second skin was like seawater that left him thirsty no matter how much he drank.

 

It could only be filled by her presence.

 

Edwin kissed Elisia more passionately than before.

 

Her body gradually leaned back. Edwin continued kissing her as he laid Elisia down on the bed.

 

Though she might have been startled by the sudden situation, she instead wrapped her arms around Edwin’s neck.

 

As if telling him he could do anything to her.

 

The moment she closed her eyes while looking up at Edwin, his mind went completely blank.

 

It was the moment when Edwin, having lost his senses, devoured his wife’s lips even more intensely.

 

“…!”

 

Elisia’s body trembled with a start.

 

Sensing the pain mixed in her moan, Edwin quickly pulled himself up.

 

Elisia’s lips, which had seemed fine just moments ago, had turned purple.

 

I thought I only needed to be careful of the cheeks and cheekbones that were particularly swollen, but it turned out the impact had affected her entire face.

 

Edwin was startled and examined her face. There might be more injuries he hadn’t discovered yet.

 

But Elisia seemed surprised by his reaction in a different way.

 

After blinking blankly for a moment, she slapped his shoulder.

 

“Y-you’re being overprotective even at a time like this…!”

 

“Don’t move. Your wounds will get worse.”

 

“The person worrying about that is looking at me like he wants to devour me?!”

 

Elisia’s face turned bright red as she frantically hit Edwin’s shoulder.

 

Even then, she kept interrupting herself, probably because her wounds hurt.

 

The sight of her trembling body as if enduring pain was pitiful. Guilt for trying to act like a beast toward someone who was hurt came rushing in belatedly.

 

Edwin, having regained his senses, repeatedly rubbed his face with dry hands.

 

Still, he couldn’t give up on this one question, so he carefully asked while touching Elisia’s swollen lips.

 

“Did you really say you like me?”

 

“W-why are you suddenly asking that in this situation?”

 

“Because it feels like a dream that we share the same feelings, I can’t believe it.”

 

“…”

 

What emotion did she read in Edwin’s expression?

 

After hesitating for a moment, she soon nodded silently.

 

Her face was red as if it might burst from embarrassment, but her eyes looking up at him showed no wavering.

 

“Edwin Nazar La Lombard, I like you.”

 

He closed his mouth at the overwhelming emotion.

 

The times he had wandered searching for the lost Elze, the countless lives he had repeated like inertia because he wanted to give up many times but couldn’t let go in the end—

 

Because the despair of that moment in the middle of the desolate Black Continent, when he had screamed her name until his throat was raw, came back to life.

 

He had never really thought such a day would come for him.

 

“Ed, are you crying by any chance?”

 

“…No.”

 

He shook his head because he didn’t want to appear as a man who cried pathetically.

 

Still, his voice cracked ungracefully.

 

Perhaps to comfort such Edwin, Elisia deliberately grumbled.

 

“Who’s the one who wants to cry right now? I, I gathered so much courage to give permission, but just because of some bruises you’re about to divorce me… Tsk, I’m going to use separate rooms from now on.”

 

“That won’t do.”

 

Edwin urgently grabbed hold of Elisia.

 

The tears that had been welling up in his eyes had completely disappeared.

 

Elisia, who had been confused for a while by the sudden change, finally burst into laughter.

 

“My goodness, look how suddenly serious you got!”

 

“I’ll just hold your hand while sleeping.”

 

“Can I really trust that? Your eyes look dangerous?”

 

“Of course.”

 

Edwin smiled sweetly as he kissed his wife’s hand instead of her bruised lips.

 

He really would just hold her hand while sleeping. If he crossed that line, he might end up acting like a beast again toward his already hurting wife.

 

‘The bastard who made Elisia like this should definitely be killed.’

 

The fact that he had such thoughts at the same time was a secret known only to him.

 

* * *

 

That evening, a knight who had lost one leg and was facing retirement suddenly disappeared without a trace.

 

Under normal circumstances, this would have caused at least some controversy.

 

However, when great chaos erupted in the Imperial Court a few hours later, the existence of the one-legged knight was forgotten from people’s memories.

 

* * *

 

“Has the Emperor gone senile?”

 

“That might be the case.”

 

“He doesn’t seem to be at that age yet though…”

 

Such is human life – shedding tears while making the confession of a lifetime, only to burst into laughter unexpectedly because of bruises.

 

No one can predict when, where, or how things will flow.

 

Though I knew this fact, even I couldn’t help but be truly surprised at how events unfolded.

 

Late at night, the Emperor suddenly announced an Imperial Decree.

 

The content was about temporarily suspending the Spring Flower Festival and social season for important national events.

 

Additionally, distinguished guests from outside would be sequentially escorted out of the Imperial Palace in consideration of the confusion—though I still don’t know what confusion he meant.

 

However, the Emperor’s intentions were clearly revealed in the list of first targets.

 

Arzenbach Ministers and their attendants, Duke Lombard and his wife with their attendants.

 

Excluding a few lower nobles added nominally, these were those who had opposed the Emperor’s forces.

 

The Cardinals and I, upon receiving the order document, initially tried to protest vehemently, but when told that the citizens would also be expelled together, we very obediently left the Imperial Palace.

 

“If I were His Majesty, I would have used any means necessary to keep our feet bound to the Imperial Court. What benefit is there in letting us loose outside?”

 

Thus, I was currently stuck to the bed in the capital townhouse, munching on fruit.

 

For reference, the citizens moved to St. Pamelo Monastery where the ministers were staying.

 

There were several monks skilled in medicine there, making it suitable for treating the citizens.

 

Also, since Gilbert had been injured in the process of confronting the Emperor’s forces, there was a need to let him rest for a while.

 

“According to our informants, Vittorio made constant efforts to expel us and the ministers outside the Imperial Capital.”

 

“I expected as much.”

 

Edwin, who had been cutting fruit into small pieces and feeding them to me, continued speaking.

 

“But since opposition from all sides was so fierce, he just ordered that we be kicked out of the Imperial Court because he was sick of seeing our faces and hearing news about us.”

 

“Really? For such a trivial reason?”

 

Having finished the fruit, I opened my mouth like a baby bird.

 

This was precisely the privilege of being both a patient and a lover.

 

As time passed and the inside of my cheeks swelled up, making it difficult to eat, Edwin began finding things I could eat comfortably.

 

One of those things was fruit.

 

The southern fruit was truly so large, sweet, and soft…

 

Seeing my eyes sparkle, Edwin immediately procured fruit by variety, placed them within reach, and diligently cut them to feed me.

 

I naturally accepted his care while becoming lost in thought.

 

Our exile was one thing, but there was actually a bigger problem.

 

Rosalind was going to convert.

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