I Became the Wife of the Hero Who Killed Me - Chapter 62

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#Episode 62

The gathered people ranged from gaunt old men to young men who still hadn’t shed their youthful appearance.

Gareth whispered quietly.

“The path to our lodging is blocked. It would be better to take another route.”

“I’ll leave the method to you. But what are those people doing?”

We moved leisurely, pretending to be passersby so as not to stand out, and hid ourselves in an alley.

Only after catching our breath could we finally observe the people closely.

“Surely I’m not the target, am I?”

“Yes, you’ve thoroughly concealed your identity as the merchant leader.”

“The officials who followed Lord Ramon know me.”

“Though I don’t know the internal affairs of Bellamare in detail, they are lower officials who have fallen out of favor with the Governor. And the Governor and Lord Ramon weren’t on good terms to begin with.”

It meant he had carefully selected tight-lipped people to bring along.

Though he was someone the Duke had assigned and looked rather dim-witted, making him seem unreliable, it was surprising that he had investigated beforehand—he had unexpectedly thorough aspects.

Then, Gareth pointed somewhere.

“So that was their purpose after all.”

“Well…”

The people stealthily approached the warehouse in front of the harbor.

An old man who appeared to be a technician carefully opened the lock, and then young men went inside and began carrying out the grain that had been stored there.

‘So that’s the identity of these rats.’

Even seeing it with my own eyes, I felt somehow uneasy.

Anyway, thinking about it further wouldn’t do me any good.

Just as I was about to turn away toward the inn without regret, a sharp shout erupted from behind us.

“Hey, what are you bastards doing there?!”

“Put everything down! Hands above your heads!”

The soldiers on night patrol had discovered the petty thieves.

People carrying large and small sacks instantly scattered across the harbor into the narrow gaps between alleys.

But unfortunately, people also came rushing into the place where Gareth and I were hiding.

“What are you doing standing there dumbfounded?!”

“We told you it’s dangerous for women, so don’t come outside. Hurry!”

Someone running toward us roughly grabbed my arm.

Gareth reflexively tried to draw his sword, but I quickly shook my head to stop him.

‘Merchant leader!’

‘Don’t harm my people. That’s an order.’

Before our silent conversation could even end, the group that had grabbed Gareth and me and was running at full speed joined up with another group of fugitives at the end of the alley.

Without any chance to explain that we weren’t from here, we were instantly mixed in with the countless crowd.

‘How on earth did it come to this?’

The soldiers’ shouts and the clanging of metal clashing echoed loudly from behind us.

Though regret is always too late no matter how quick, now there really was nothing I could do.

I had no choice but to run together toward their unknown destination.

* * *

It was an evening like any other.

After receiving reports on the border situation at the Northern Wall, processing several approvals, and finishing a brief meeting, Edwin, having completed his daily schedule, sat alone in the dining hall.

Though the table was vast, by the Duke’s order, the meal was prepared simply.

Veal soup, two pieces of rye bread, and a glass of wine—that was all.

“I’m tired.”

Edwin pressed his temples gently and listened to the footsteps echoing in the corridor.

He had dismissed all servants except Chief Chamberlain Bertol.

There was only one person in the Western Manor who could defy his orders and move as they pleased.

“Were you having dinner?”

As expected, Brother Vincent soon poked his head in.

“As you can see.”

“I was passing by and saw the light, so I stopped by. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

Though he said he was sorry with his mouth, he strode right in and plopped down in the seat across from him.

He even had the audacity to go further.

“I haven’t had dinner yet either. If it’s alright with you, may I join you?”

“Haven’t you already sat down?”

“What importance could such trivial formalities have between us? We’re the ones who sat together harmoniously at the same table during monastery dinners. Ah, I miss that warm atmosphere.”

When Edwin gestured briefly, the hesitating Bertol brought out new food.

The same soup and two pieces of bread, along with wine.

Vincent looked down at this and let out a mysterious laugh.

“I wish the high-ranking people in the Holy Capital would learn the virtue of moderation like Your Grace. Mm, but at least the wine is top quality.”

While he himself had the same refined palate as those so-called ‘high-ranking people,’ being able to discern wine quality at once.

Though Edwin usually didn’t have much of an appetite, having Vincent across from him made his appetite plummet to rock bottom.

‘If not for that bastard, I wouldn’t have had to send Elisia to Bellamare alone.’

He had wanted to go with her, but if he left the manor, the Inquisitors would obviously run wild throughout Lombard.

To restrain them, Edwin had no choice but to remain at the manor.

‘It’s fortunate that the suspicious Elisia at least accepted Gareth.’

Gareth’s loyalty is blind.

Even if it means throwing away his life, he will definitely carry out the order to protect the Duchess.

So there’s nothing to worry about. Nothing will happen to her. It’s just needless anxiety.

While Vincent rambled on about wine, Edwin, who had fallen into brief contemplation, returned to reality again.

It was because Vincent, who had been chattering incessantly, had finally closed his mouth.

At the end of the heavy silence, Vincent turned his gaze to Bertol, who was standing guard.

“You, go outside.”

“I only follow His Grace’s orders.”

“Then have His Grace send you out directly. What I’m about to say won’t be good for anyone to hear.”

“…”

Edwin, who had put down his wine glass, nodded his head low.

Having received his master’s permission, Bertol didn’t hesitate any longer and bowed deeply before withdrawing.

Only after the elderly chamberlain’s footsteps had completely disappeared to the end of the corridor did Vincent look at Edwin again.

With eyes gleaming pale and bright.

“Are you a demon?”

“How suddenly rude.”

“Rude? What about this terrible dark magic covering Lombard Territory? And what about that disgusting monster that Elisia carries around calling it a cat? Is it your familiar?”

“…”

“The air of this land is suffocatingly unpleasant and disgusting. Such filthy and twisted energy is a first for me. What is it? What on earth have you done?”

Edwin silently looked down at his opponent, who spoke as if chewing his words.

His composure seemed to twist the other’s insides, but to Edwin, all of this was amusing.

‘Am I a demon?’

Honestly, I’m not sure.

The same world as my primordial life, or a world that seems the same but is subtly different—dozens… no, maybe hundreds of times.

Am I, who has lived repeatedly so many times that at some point I gave up counting, truly human?

I probably don’t think I’m a demon, but if asked whether I’m definitely human, I couldn’t answer confidently that I am.

Since there couldn’t be another being like myself in this world.

‘But this life is special.’

Edwin’s eyes softened just a little.

It was the first life where I had found her again, who had vanished without a trace from all the infinitely repeating times, as if she had never existed from the beginning.

Though she possessed a different body, I could recognize her as if by fate.

In the Castle Keep.

Those shining eyes that had been absorbed in documents without even knowing who had come until I deliberately made my presence known, those firm lips, even the trivial habits unconsciously revealed.

‘What are you doing here right now, my lady?’

When I wandered searching for her who existed in no world except the first life, and ultimately could find no trace of her—

A tremendous fear that everything would crumble completely would wash over me.

Was I going insane?

Was I alone in yearning desperately for someone who had never existed from the beginning?

Perhaps everything was a dream and fantasy, and I was just a madman.

‘Even so, I absolutely couldn’t give up…’

I could forget everything else, but so that my memories of her alone wouldn’t fade, I branded them into my mind like a seal with burning passion in each repeating life, carving them again and again.

But even such efforts were worthless.

Simply like fate, I could recognize her the moment our eyes met.

‘How surprising. To think my lady missed me so much.’

‘Pardon?’

‘Being rejected from our wedding night, your heart must have ached so much that you came looking for me like this.’

The breathing that always rose to my throat even when still, the mind that twisted desperately like a broken doll, finally settles calmly.

I feigned a composed expression.

If I relaxed even a little, I felt I would embrace her and never let go, I felt I would ignore her wish to live freely and confine her in these arms forever…

I clenched my trembling fists, suppressing the impulses surging in my head.

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