I Became the Wife of the Hero Who Killed Me - Chapter 58

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#Episode 58

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The conversation that felt like sitting on thorns came to an end with Gilbert’s arrival.

Brother Vincent headed to the infirmary with my personal physician, where his colleagues lay bedridden.

Gilbert, who had encountered Vincent at the monastery before, turned pale upon seeing his counterpart return as the Inquisition Director.

His expression showed him carefully retracing whether he had made any mistakes in front of him.

Actually, I felt the same way.

“Your Grace, look at me for a moment.”

“Yes?”

“Quickly. I think it would be safer outside the building.”

As soon as Vincent disappeared, I dragged the Duke out to the garden where snow had piled up to our knees.

The wind was blowing fiercely, leaving not a soul in the garden, and the windows of each room were tightly shut, making it rather optimal for conversation.

The problem was that I felt like I was going to freeze to death, but anyway.

“Did you know Brother Vincent’s true identity?”

“Vaguely…”

I regretted having dismissed the Duke’s words in the past.

The legendary dark history of desperately persuading the Duke and even mobilizing the knights, claiming I would find Brother Vincent, flickered in my mind.

I felt like I could die of embarrassment.

If no one was watching, I would have wanted to tear at my hair.

“But I didn’t think he would be dispatched directly. I knew he was an Inquisitor, but to think he’d already become a Director this time…”

“What? What did you just say?”

“It’s nothing.”

The wind was so strong that I couldn’t hear the rest properly.

Just as I was about to probe further, the Duke continued with a slightly amused expression.

“But for someone who was surprised, you were quite composed and dignified earlier. Even with Brother Vincent in front of you, you didn’t seem shaken at all.”

“Your Grace, do you know something?”

“…?”

“When people are too afraid, they actually lose their fear. How should I put it, they reach a state where nothing matters anymore.”

That was exactly how I felt right now.

When I first saw Brother Vincent’s face on the mountain, I truly thought my heart would sink.

I thought several times about whether I had ever made impious remarks about God in front of him, or shown any suspicious behavior that could brand me as a heretic.

After thinking and thinking again, there were so many incidents that I just laughed it off.

Naturally, it wasn’t laughter born from joy, but laughter from reaching a state of enlightenment.

“Don’t worry too much. No matter how much he’s the Pope’s man, he can’t dare cause trouble here in Lombard without my permission.”

“That’s quite reassuring to hear.”

“I’m serious.”

The Duke stopped walking.

Following the path he had made through the snow, I naturally stopped as well.

“I mean there will be no one to harm you in Lombard territory.”

“Your Grace?”

“So continue acting as you please. Isn’t that your charm?”

“You have quite a talent for sarcasm.”

At my sharp response, the Duke chuckled softly. That natural atmosphere made me feel unsettled instead.

While I wasn’t in a position to complain having been given a second chance at life, I knew about the many things the Duke had done to expel me before our marriage.

There were things I heard openly through rumors, and parts I could guess from memories of my previous life.

‘I can’t tell if he’s sincere.’

Are that expression and those eyes also an act?

What would happen to me if I fell for the Duke’s performance?

‘My head hurts. Duke Lombard, Brother Vincent too…’

There are two men around me whose true intentions I can’t read.

Moreover, both of them are figures who could shake my life in their hands, making my head throb even more.

And at times like this, I knew the optimal way to escape from reality.

“I have a request, Your Grace.”

“Please speak freely about anything.”

“Please push through a budget for me. As much as possible.”

“…?”

It was to create work out of nothing and work overtime like crazy. When you’re swamped with official duties, personal problems become irrelevant.

So I chose to walk into madness.

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At the same time, Vincent was leaning against the window, looking down at the courtyard.

Though it was an official residence, it was still a garden owned by a great noble, yet the scenery was excessively bleak.

It was completely different from the Holy Capital where flowers bloomed abundantly in all seasons.

“That physician has quite the skill. Let’s kidnap him to the Holy Capital when this mission is over.”

“Such remarks are disrespectful to the Duchess who kindly provided her personal physician, Brother Matthew.”

Vincent turned his gaze to the two who had been chattering noisily.

Even while lying side by side in the infirmary, half-dead, their bickering continued.

“Why would a noblewoman who stays cooped up in her chamber doing embroidery need such an excellent personal physician? Does a Duchess ever get her whole body broken to pieces? We could use him more effectively than anyone if we took him!”

“The personal physician himself refused in the first place.”

“That’s why we should kidnap him…!”

“Are you feeling well enough to live now?”

Finally, Vincent, unable to bear it any longer, intervened.

Elisia’s personal physician was certainly skilled. He had perfectly aligned the broken bones without a single error and was fast too.

Thanks to that, it was easy to inject holy power as well.

Though they couldn’t sit up yet, their complexions looked noticeably more comfortable compared to when they were groaning in pain.

‘Perhaps the time when they were only groaning was better.’

Even with Vincent’s intervention, Judith and Matthew didn’t stop growling at each other.

If they could move, they looked ready to draw weapons immediately.

Fortunately, they couldn’t.

“By the way, what’s with that woman? Handling a great demon like a pet while claiming to be a clueless civilian?”

“I also find it hard to accept that the Duchess is an ordinary civilian.”

“I’ve never seen such a disgusting creature. Ugh! Half-cat, half-demon?!”

“The Duke who told us to keep our mouths shut about that cat if we wanted to stay alive is equally strange. Doesn’t that mean he condoned demons roaming his territory? As His Holiness foresaw, this place is indeed abnormal.”

Duke Lombard could have killed Judith and Matthew.

Vincent wouldn’t have let it come to that since it would complicate matters, but if it had escalated to full-scale combat, it wouldn’t have ended with just a few broken bones and some internal injuries.

‘Such terrifying sword aura.’

It was destructively powerful enough to make even Vincent shudder.

Enough to make him want to face it once…

“I have something to ask you, Vincent.”

“What is it?”

Then, Sister Judith carefully spoke up.

“I heard that you spent time as the Duchess’s close retainer while infiltrating this place. But there was no mention of the Duchess at all in the report you submitted to the Inquisition Ministry.”

“I was curious about the same thing. The dark magic that woman was emanating was no joke, enough to mistake her for a great demon wearing a face veil, but the reason you didn’t report it to higher-ups… wait, could it be?!”

Matthew’s eyes widened as if they would burst as he muttered to himself.

“The woman Vincent mentioned?!”

“…”

Vincent didn’t answer.

Then Judith’s expression changed. It was a look similar to when Matteo had caused a massive incident.

“I can turn a blind eye to affairs with the opposite sex as personal indiscretions. But not public funds. I’ll report this to His Holiness as soon as I return to the Holy Capital.”

“Do you want to die here, Judith?”

“Vincent!!”

Judith glared at Vincent with disbelieving eyes.

Matteo whistled as if finding it interesting, but even he couldn’t hide his inner surprise.

However, the most confused person was Vincent himself.

He had lived as he pleased.

In his childhood that he couldn’t even remember, Vincent was born with powerful divine power.

According to the ancient customs of the Holy City Arzenbach, he severed ties with the secular world and grew up in the Great Cathedral.

He didn’t know who his birth parents were. Perhaps they had sold him without regret for a few coins of compensation. It didn’t matter.

Everyone around him was in the same situation.

‘I haven’t seen Brother Philipo lately. Did he get sent on some mission? We were supposed to spar together.’

‘Ah, I guess the news hasn’t reached you yet. Unfortunately, Brother Philipo is…’

Divine power was a force that drew from one’s life force.

Therefore, he had witnessed countless people who died suddenly without any warning signs.

A life where even if you were alive today, you couldn’t guarantee tomorrow.

Though they stood in the most radiant place, their reality wasn’t much different from death row inmates, so the eyes of Vincent and his colleagues gradually began to gleam with something like madness.

Anyway, there was no one who could stop them even if they acted as they pleased.

Some even enjoyed their obvious privileges.

He had no regrets or lingering attachments.

‘But that woman… she makes me feel strange.’

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