I Became the Wife of the Hero Who Killed Me - Chapter 51

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#Episode 51

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Edwin leaned back against the sofa with his head tilted back and eyes closed.

His head was throbbing.

“Did you destroy the road?”

“Yes, we disguised it as a landslide and completely blocked the passage.”

Adjutant Gareth answered in a calm voice.

“No one will dare enter Lombard Territory until the snow melts.”

There were two main ways for outsiders to enter Lombard.

One was through the Lombard Great Bridge connected to the southern continent, and the other was crossing the sea to enter through the Western Port.

However, the great bridge had recently been found to have structural defects and was undergoing major repairs.

The road Gareth had blocked this time was the inland road that crossed from the port through the mountain path to Lombard.

“Good work.”

“Not at all.”

Though there were few people coming and going due to winter, Edwin’s orders were clearly not ordinary.

Nevertheless, Gareth’s expression showed not the slightest change.

‘Those bastards from the Holy Capital will be stuck for a while.’

This was the price for daring to attach a spy to the already tender-hearted Elisia and making her grow attached.

Of course, he couldn’t say he had no personal grievances against Brother Vincent.

‘I need to tame the Inquisitor as well, so for now this will do…’

Edwin suddenly stopped his thoughts.

The headache that had been bothering him all along suddenly intensified.

He hadn’t been in his right mind this morning. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands… no, infinitely repeated nightmare-like memories were eating away at Edwin’s sanity.

That’s why he lost his reason.

Without knowing Elisia was nearby, he poured all his anger and despair into his sword.

If he had been even a little later, he would have crushed her with his own hands.

It was a chillingly close call.

‘Elisia is alive. This time she’s alive.’

He knew that well.

Yet thinking of what could have happened made his nerves sharply on edge.

Pressing his throbbing temples, Edwin asked.

“How is my wife?”

“She seems unwell and has been sleeping the whole time.”

Edwin’s expression grew even darker.

Contrary to his lord’s mind that was falling apart, Gareth maintained his calm expression.

‘The Duchess must have quite a weak constitution.’

Gareth was born into a military noble family and had grown up his entire life among knights who devoted themselves to training, swinging swords from early dawn to late night.

They couldn’t stand having their backs against something for even a moment, feeling restless.

Even when injured and carried to the infirmary, most would come running back out after just a few hours.

‘But the Duchess has been bedridden all day, which is pitiful.’

From what he heard from Lord Bertol and Lord Ramon, she was perfectly suited to be the lady of the house, but he wondered if she could handle official duties with such a frail body.

God truly doesn’t give everything to one person.

Gareth, who didn’t particularly like thinking too much, stopped his thoughts there and gazed at the Duke.

His lord seemed concerned about the Duchess’s condition as he stroked his chin.

“What’s left on the schedule?”

“The training report from the new knights is ready, and there’s a knight order encouragement banquet scheduled for this evening. What would you like to do?”

“Next time. Today I need to check on my wife’s condition first.”

Edwin opened his eyes and immediately rose from the sofa.

Gareth saw off his lord without much thought.

And a few minutes later, he would encounter his lord again at the knight order banquet, the same lord who had said he was going to see the Duchess.

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I must have naturally fallen asleep while rolling around in bed.

When I opened my eyes, the sky outside the window was already growing dim with the setting sun.

“I’m hungry.”

Normally I would have closed my eyes again and enjoyed this languid feeling.

But I was hungry.

Perhaps my stomach had grown spoiled from not having to starve lately, as it was churning just from missing meals for half a day while sleeping.

Actually, I had no appetite this morning either and only had a glass of juice.

“A bell cord… well, of course there isn’t one.”

Even if there was a cord, it would be useless since there were no servants anyway.

I slowly got up and glanced at my bedside.

Unlike Lombard Castle where snacks were always prepared for me, there was only a water pitcher and a cup.

I got out of bed, roughly wiped away the sleep from my eyes, and tidied my disheveled appearance until I looked decent enough to walk around.

“God really is unfair.”

Even though I had just woken up, my face in the mirror looked as pure as a water lily rather than puffy and swollen.

Clicking my tongue, I quietly poked my head out of the guest room.

I was hoping to ask any passerby to bring me some food.

Of course, not even a mouse was in sight.

‘The time is…’

I recalled memories from my previous life.

This military camp was where knights stayed, so discipline was very strict, and all schedules were carried out precisely at designated times.

Meals here were only twice a day, only possible in the dining hall, with no exceptions.

Therefore, if I wanted to fill my stomach, I had no choice but to go down to the dining hall.

“The one in need has to bend first.”

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…Or so I thought, but I belatedly regretted not just staying hungry.

The moment I entered the dining hall, the noisy interior became as quiet as if cold water had been poured over it.

Almost every gaze turned toward me.

‘Someone save me.’

It would have been less awkward if Ramon and Count Baron were there, but they were nowhere to be seen.

In the dining hall with not a single familiar face, I had no choice but to quietly escape to a corner.

‘Wow, this is really burdensome.’

Every time I moved, people parted to either side like the Red Sea.

Eventually sitting at any nearby table, I desperately searched for a savior.

Fortunately, I spotted the two knights I had encountered during the day at a table some distance away.

They, being the only acquaintances, seemed to notice my gaze and hesitated, but ultimately couldn’t overcome the disapproving looks from the surrounding knights and turned their heads away.

‘Tch.’

Heartless people.

Clicking my tongue inwardly, I just fiddled with my water cup while waiting for food to arrive.

When I showed no reaction, the knights gradually turned their gazes away, but the burdensome atmosphere still weighed down on my shoulders.

For someone who had lived quietly only at a desk their entire life, this was unbearably stressful.

Anyone, please save me!

“Why is my lady here…?”

Just then, a familiar voice came from above my head.

Normally, this would be someone I wouldn’t be happy to see at all, but right now was different. I looked up with a flash like a dog meeting its owner.

The Duke looked a bit surprised, as if he hadn’t expected me to be here.

“Since I came to the military camp for once, it wouldn’t be proper to ignore everyone, so I thought I’d greet the knights.”

“If you had told me in advance, I would have arranged a proper setting.”

“I couldn’t trouble Your Grace when you’re so busy with official duties.”

I had been about to honestly answer that I came without thinking and because I was hungry, but changed my words since there were many watching eyes around.

The Duke handed his coat to a squire and took a seat.

When he looked away, the dining hall that had been quiet as if cold water had been poured on it became noisy and bustling again as if nothing had happened.

‘The atmosphere changes this quickly?’

It was somewhat puzzling, but since this was a group whose loyalty to the Duke reached the heavens, they might be excited just by his presence.

I decided to think of it that way.

Once the Duke was seated, the feast soon began.

Servants placed crispy roasted goose and roasted lamb leg in order on the endlessly long table.

“I’ll carve it for you.”

“You could have a servant do it.”

“It’s troublesome to call for one, so it’s better to do it myself.”

The Duke personally carved the large goose placed before us.

Meanwhile, I soothed my stomach with the slowly simmered vegetable soup.

The servants continued to bring baskets heaped with barley bread, thick cheese perfect for accompaniment, honey-preserved fruit, and even alcohol to enhance the atmosphere.

“Please eat.”

The Duke placed the meat he had skillfully carved onto my plate.

Then, for some reason, the bustling atmosphere of the dining hall became quiet once again.

The knights were staring back and forth between me and the Duke with eyes that had grown as large as if they might burst.

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