I Became the Wife of the Hero Who Killed Me - Chapter 138

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#Episode 138

 

“Huhuuung, Madam! You were so brave. How much you must have suffered in prison….”

 

“Berry, I appreciate the sentiment, but we’ve only been apart for a day.”

 

The knees of my dress became soggy with Berry’s tears and snot.

 

But since she had brought three trunks in each hand—six trunks total—filled with clothes for me to change into and daily necessities, I wondered how she possibly carried all that heavy stuff, but decided to let it slide.

 

As I comforted Berry, I asked hesitantly.

 

“But by any chance… um, did Edwin say anything?”

 

“Ah!!”

 

Berry, who screamed so loudly the entire building seemed to ring, hurriedly rummaged through her clothes.

 

Then she pulled out a note that had been hidden in the deepest part of her inner pocket.

 

“The master is truly worried about you, Madam. Since you haven’t been there, the atmosphere at the mansion feels like walking on thin ice.”

 

“….”

 

“He’s forbidden us from even touching the bedroom you used to use, Madam.”

 

I could picture him standing alone and forlorn in the bedroom where traces of me remained.

 

How much must he be suffering? I could clearly see Edwin blaming himself.

 

I hurriedly unfolded the note Berry handed me.

 

[I will definitely come to rescue you. Please wait for me.]

 

The content was short, but it was written with such force that each stroke had deeply indented the paper.

 

I tenderly caressed the note.

 

“When the master heard news about you, Madam, he flew into a rage and immediately took action everywhere. Marquis Perang and his wife visited early in the morning, and Minister Godric came by in the morning.”

 

After that, Berry couldn’t just sit still either and rushed to the guild, so she didn’t know any more detailed news.

 

However, she added that Edwin was moving desperately for my sake.

 

“The master asked me to tell you this. He said he will definitely rescue you safely, so please wait.”

 

“I see.”

 

Clutching the note preciously, I nodded.

 

He was different from the Edwin of my previous life.

 

I believed in the current Edwin.

 

* * *

 

The Imperial Palace’s scandals that had been concealed all this time surfaced all at once.

 

Massive amounts of flyers exposing the Emperor’s corruption were scattered on the streets daily, and the public’s criticism upon seeing them grew uncontrollably fierce.

 

It began with the full extent of corruption surrounding the poorhouse.

 

[The Two Faces of Marquis Andre Who Controls the Poorhouse Granary!]

 

[Where Did the Vanished Poorhouse Budget Go?!]

 

[Questioning the Source of Lady Perez and Count Germano’s Enormous Wealth.]

 

The person who managed the poorhouse budget and donations was Marquis Andre.

 

The problem was that he was also the Emperor’s closest retainer who managed the Emperor’s private funds.

 

According to the exposé, Marquis Andre was deeply involved in the poorhouse budget corruption.

 

When evidence was revealed that the Emperor and Lady Perez had privately misappropriated the funds he had embezzled, public sentiment that had already hit rock bottom fell to an irreversible abyss.

 

Of course, this was only the beginning.

 

[Offering the Shije Port to Enemy Nations! Is Imperial Diplomacy Acceptable Like This?!]

 

[Queen Rosalind’s Oppressive Rule. Anti-Imperial Sentiment Spreads in Pavia.]

 

[King Marcen Officially Protests to Baldin Again! Conflicts Reigniting After 26 Years of Peace?!]

 

The diplomatic issues were even more serious.

 

It was officially confirmed that the Emperor had handed over the Shije Port to Pavia in exchange for covering up Rosalind’s scandals.

 

There was also content that focused on the chaos Rosalind had caused in the Pavian court.

 

Meanwhile, there were reports that Marsen had once again protested against the Emperor who maintained silence about the poisoning incident.

 

Flyers exposing the full story of the tournament accident.

 

Besides that, internal corruption in various fields including military supplies, religion, and administration were exposed one after another, causing Vittorio IV to completely lose his justification for rule.

 

“Madam, here are today’s flyers!”

 

“Good work.”

 

I was looking out the window lost in thought when I turned my head.

 

Berry had collected the publications scattered in the plaza by type.

 

Originally this would have been impossible, but the guards turned a blind eye, so even though I had been imprisoned for over five days, I could understand the outside situation.

 

[Is the Former Duchess really a heretic?! Reading Article 42, Section 1 of Orthodox Church Law.]

 

[Even in harsh imprisonment, she only worried about the people.]

 

[We condemn Vittorio IV! Those who distort sacred law are the true heretics!]

 

Today I seem to be the protagonist.

 

The anonymous flyers poured out corruption relentlessly as if they had decided to completely bury the Emperor.

 

I could guess that behind this vast information network was Edwin, and Isabella’s help was behind the rapid mass printing of flyers.

 

“Madam, good afternoon.”

 

“Good morning.”

 

Stefan, who had been on night watch, withdrew and Gareth entered to greet me.

 

Of course, this was also impossible in principle.

 

But since the iron bars of my room had lost their function—the result of Berry opening and closing the iron bars instead of the door—and the guards were considerate in many ways, it became a meaningless principle.

 

Berry, who was tidying the bed I had gotten out of, asked.

 

“When do you think you’ll be able to leave here, Madam?”

 

“Well….”

 

At first I thought it might be frustrating, but spending all day attached to the bed wasn’t much different from usual.

 

Berry attended to me, and the guards here would make a fuss and call a physician even if I just coughed.

 

At some point, Gilbert even took up permanent residence here.

 

Edwin had pulled strings higher up.

 

Moreover, he seemed to have influenced the prison kitchen too, as freshly made dishes and fresh fruit came in at every meal, so there was no lack of food.

 

I began to wonder if this was really prison life.

 

It was truly imperial confinement.

 

Except for the fact that he wasn’t there, it wasn’t much different from the days I spent at the mansion.

 

‘Except that Edgar isn’t here….’

 

It would be a lie to say I didn’t feel his absence.

 

When I remembered the moments Edwin and I embraced and shared trivial daily life, I sometimes felt like crying from longing.

 

But I decided to act as usual without showing any signs.

 

He would hate it even more if I was struggling.

 

* * *

 

The night was deep.

 

Berry had returned to the servants’ lodging, and Stefan was keeping night watch at the entrance to the stairs.

 

During the day there were many people coming and going so it was quite bustling, but now the surroundings were quiet.

 

Drip, drip—

 

The sound of water droplets falling on the stone floor.

 

Even though it was a VIP prison, it was basically an old building, so water and cold air leaking in was unavoidable.

 

“Haa, I can’t sleep.”

 

Though it was the season when flowers bloomed in full, the air filling my lungs felt unusually cold.

 

As I tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position, I opened my eyes at the sound of low footsteps scraping against the stone floor.

 

Someone was standing beyond the iron bars that Berry had left wide open.

 

“Sir Stefan?”

 

Usually, he would give notice from the entrance before coming inside.

 

He wasn’t the type to silently step into his sleeping mistress’s bedroom.

 

More importantly, the shadow that had slipped inside was much larger in build than Stefan.

 

It was someone else.

 

‘Could it be an intruder?!’

 

Just as I was about to scream in shock, the shadow hurriedly removed his hood.

 

“Elisia, it’s me.”

 

“…Edwin?!”

 

I reflexively rose from the bed.

 

Meanwhile, Edwin also completely threw off the cloak that had wrapped his body without gaps and approached me.

 

“I came because I felt I couldn’t endure it without seeing with my own eyes that you were safe. I wanted to come sooner, but it took some time choosing the path that wouldn’t involve bloodshed.”

 

It really was Edwin.

 

Though it was a pitch-black night, this time I could truly recognize that it was him.

 

Finally feeling at ease, I smiled playfully.

 

“Did you fully enjoy your freedom without a wife?”

 

“I learned something this time. That I prefer being tied down.”

 

Edwin strode forward and pulled me into a strong embrace.

 

I clung to his chest and listened to the sound of his heart beating roughly. He too buried his face in my neck and took a deep breath.

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