I Became the Wife of the Hero Who Killed Me - Chapter 135

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#Episode 135

 

The Holy Capital Arzenbach was the promised land blessed by the sun god Leto.

 

All chosen ones were born only in the Holy Capital, and therefore those born with divinity rightfully belonged as citizens of the Holy Capital.

 

However, some blinded by money caused trouble by succumbing to the Empire’s temptations.

 

The chosen ones who tried to frame Elisia as a heretic were exactly those people.

 

‘No, they’re no longer chosen ones.’

 

From the moment they betrayed His Holiness, they became heretics.

 

The special mission given to Vincent was to drag these traitors to Minister Godric’s feet.

 

He was told he could kill them if they resisted too much, but they were well aware of Vincent’s notorious reputation as the ‘Priest of Holy Blood.’

 

So they couldn’t face him directly and instead wandered around the Northern Region in hiding.

 

Thanks to that, all the hardship fell on this side.

 

Vincent’s irritation reached its peak as he tracked the heretics’ traces.

 

‘Isn’t this the kind of cleanup work I could just send Judith and Matthew for? Why do I have to do this myself?’

 

But as if mocking his thoughts, someone’s image flashed through his mind.

 

‘I heard that divine power is a force that draws upon a priest’s life force. The cost is too great to exchange for one insignificant wound.’

 

A face as white as snow with blue eyes resembling the winter sky.

 

On the surface, she seemed no different from any other annoying noble, but her character was righteous, her convictions upright, and she was honest about her emotions in everything.

 

He had to admit it. She was dazzling.

 

Enough to draw in even someone like himself who was indifferent to others…

 

Vincent let out a deep sigh.

 

“Well, it’s better to clean up thoroughly.”

 

These were the bastards who tried to put Elisia in danger.

 

He didn’t particularly like working with Duke Lombard, but this was a special service just this once.

 

Vincent twisted his lips into a grin and roughly kicked down the mountain lodge door.

 

“Hey, was hide-and-seek fun?!”

 

One side of the wall was smashed, but no signs of life could be felt inside.

 

Instead, sensing the faint divine power lingering in the air, he immediately pushed aside the table and broke down the worn-out basement door hidden beneath it.

 

Inside the small warehouse, he could see three heretic rats crouched like mice.

 

“After running around making me go through dog training, this pathetic place was all you could find to hide in?”

 

“I-Inquisition Director Brother Vincent!!”

 

“You all know well that even if three small fries attack me together, you’re no match for me… Oops.”

 

Before he could finish speaking, a dagger came flying.

 

Vincent quickly turned his head, but the distance was unfortunately close. A thin cut appeared on his cheek.

 

Instantly, thick veins bulged on his forehead.

 

“You put a scar on my handsome face?”

 

The face that Elisia had praised (?) as handsome.

 

But the heretics, failing to recognize his anger, shouted.

 

“Everyone attack!! If we do well, we can escape…!”

 

The cry could not continue any further.

 

Vincent had infused his rosary with divine power and summoned a greatsword, bringing it straight down.

 

Both arms of the one who threw the dagger flew off in the blink of an eye.

 

“Aaaah, aaaaaaah!!”

 

Crackle, crack, sparks flew through the air.

 

The heretics froze solid, unable to move under the violent divine power he emanated.

 

Looking down at them, Vincent muttered.

 

“Minister Godric is waiting. Resist once more, and your legs will fly off too.”

 

* * *

 

It was already late spring.

 

The tasks I had to do in the Imperial Capital were coming to an end one by one.

 

Now the last remaining task was to safely help Caterina escape abroad.

 

According to Edwin’s intelligence, Pavia had demanded the western municipal port of the Empire and Caterina’s custody from the Emperor in exchange for covering up Rosalind’s scandal.

 

Right now they couldn’t move rashly due to public sentiment and were watching the situation, but…

 

“They’ll make their move soon.”

 

“I think the same.”

 

Currently, Caterina was under the protection of Isabella, a distant relative.

 

To discuss ways to safely smuggle her out, I visited the Perang mansion.

 

The moment I entered the mansion where the great writer’s life was embedded throughout, I became dizzy with ecstasy, but I barely came to my senses for fear of being branded a pervert.

 

‘Huff huff, actually I’m still having trouble breathing.’

 

On the table were a pen, ink, and paper presumably used by Isabella.

 

Ah, I just want to touch them once.

 

I continued speaking while trying to steady my increasingly distant mind.

 

“I hear the Emperor’s army is firmly stationed at every gate of the Imperial Capital. If it were the Royal Guards, I could have used connections, but unfortunately it’s the Emperor’s army, so there’s no way.”

 

“As expected, he has no intention of just letting me go.”

 

Caterina, sitting across from me, pressed her forehead.

 

Isabella was the same.

 

“I’m also trying to find a way through my husband, but it doesn’t seem easy. I think it might be the cornered Emperor’s last act of stubbornness…”

 

“Ha, he’s really so petty and despicable.”

 

I wanted to express it as elegantly as possible, but once my temper exploded, I couldn’t hold back.

 

“What kind of emperor has a smaller character than street beggars? No, really! How can you kick someone out less than six months after granting them asylum? And not just kicking them out, but trying to send them as a prisoner.”

 

“Exactly.”

 

“I feel like just telling you to settle down in Lombard… No wait, would you really want to do that?!”

 

I threw it out impulsively because I was annoyed at what the Emperor was doing, but it seemed surprisingly not bad.

 

If she could just safely escape the Imperial Capital and reach the Northern Region, wouldn’t I be the ruler after that?

 

More like a bedroom tyrant, but anyway.

 

“Ah, what do you think, Lady Caterina?”

 

I suddenly realized I had never properly heard Caterina’s opinion.

 

I had been focused only on safely smuggling her out of the Imperial Capital, without thinking about what came after.

 

Isabella looked at her.

 

“Elze’s opinion doesn’t seem bad either. The Northern Region is practically outside the Imperial Capital’s sphere of influence, so even the imperial family couldn’t touch you.”

 

“I…”

 

After a moment of silence, Caterina finally raised her head.

 

“I want to reclaim my country.”

 

Her eyes were unwavering and resolute.

 

“If Karl had been an excellent ruler, even though I was unjustly stripped of the throne, I would have endured my exile status for the sake of the people. But they are suffering.”

 

“…”

 

“I have a calling given to me as an heir. I want to save the people of my homeland. That is my only wish.”

 

Indeed, large-scale massacres were still occurring in Pavia.

 

Religious persecution was getting worse daily, but the people’s resistance showed no signs of breaking.

 

Even Baldin was expressing concerns about the situation.

 

Then, Caterina brought up a very intimate story she had never told before.

 

“Actually, I’ve been secretly communicating with the old royalist nobles who support the Orthodox Church. They’re still only a small number, but there are those inside who can no longer stand by and watch the current situation.”

 

She didn’t speak specifically.

 

But I could guess it was a movement with a coup in mind.

 

However, for this, she first had to escape the Imperial Capital, and to return to her homeland, she would have to break through the western waters controlled by Karl II.

 

Since Pavia was an island nation, its navy was well-developed.

 

Having heard this much, I surprisingly came up with a solution quite easily.

 

“If that’s the problem, I think I might be able to help.”

 

“Elze, do you have some good idea?”

 

“Lombard has Bellamare Harbor.”

 

Bellamare was an industrial port, smaller in scale compared to the large harbors in the Southern Region, so most outsiders didn’t even know of its existence.

 

That’s why it was perfect for secretly moving Caterina.

 

“The currents are completely different, so there won’t be any chance of encountering the Pavia Navy, and it’ll be much safer than going through Port of Sige or the southern harbors. The only downside is having to take a slight detour.”

 

“Oh my, I never even thought of that.”

 

As expected, Isabella, being a southern noble, widened her eyes as if learning about Bellamare’s existence for the first time.

 

It was natural since civilian passenger ships didn’t operate there.

 

Caterina looked even more surprised.

 

As if finding a last ray of hope, she pleaded with me with desperate eyes.

 

“Please help me. I will never forget Lady Elisia’s kindness for the rest of my life.”

 

“Don’t think of it as kindness. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

 

I grasped her hand firmly.

 

“Have you forgotten? Lady Caterina was the first one to help the citizens of Baldin. So if anyone should be repaying kindness, it’s actually me.”

 

“Lady Elisia….”

 

During the time she stayed in the barracks at one corner of the Imperial Court, Caterina had been injured while resisting the Imperial Army to protect the patients.

 

Thanks to the protection of the Grand Duchess, a senior member of the Imperial Family, she avoided being bound like Gilbert, but traces of bruises still remained throughout her body.

 

Now it was my turn to protect my friend.

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