I Became the Wife of the Hero Who Killed Me - Chapter 63

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#Episode 63

Edwin, awakening from his recollection, turned his eyes back to reality.

The Inquisitor’s gaze was fierce. His demeanor suggested he might draw his sword at any moment depending on the answer.

“You’re nothing but a hothouse flower.”

“What?”

“Raised on only the finest things in the pure and beautiful Holy Capital, you can’t even bear to touch the dark magic that blows from the Northern Wall without trembling in fear? Truly God’s favored child.”

“…What would you know.”

Vincent’s eyes twitched.

Whenever he had faced Edwin, Elisia was always present.

In front of his wife, the Duke was extremely polite, sometimes listlessly lazy, and his way of thinking was somehow evasive—the typical appearance of a great noble.

But what about now?

Sharp thorns sprouted from his tongue, his sarcasm was direct, and his eyes gleamed more fiercely than a beast that had tasted blood.

Would a criminal freshly dragged up from Avici Hell look like this?

“What should I know? Should I understand that you’re just overgrown brats who can only be satisfied by doing whatever you please, using the excuse that you might die at any moment?”

“Watch your words.”

“If you were certain I was a demon, you would have tried to kill me long ago. The reason you haven’t is because you know I’m human after all.”

“…”

Vincent ground his teeth, struck at his weak point.

Even if he was a Duke, if Vincent had been certain he was a heretic, he would have carried out judgment even if it meant starting a war, never mind the aftermath, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

Could an ordinary human overwhelm an Inquisitor without a single wound despite clashing with divine power?

No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible.

Just as Vincent was grinding his teeth, urgent footsteps echoed from outside the corridor.

The sound, subtly limping, allowed them to guess the identity of the person.

“What is it.”

“Master, urgent news from Bellamare…”

When Bertol, who had just left, returned, Edwin’s expression was as impassive as usual.

However, the moment he broke the seal, Edwin’s eyes became as sharp as frost.

“When did this arrive?”

“I just received it.”

Inside was a report that the Duchess and Gareth had gone missing the previous night.

According to the inn owner’s testimony, the two had left their lodging saying they would go for a walk in casual clothes.

Calculating the flight time of the military-trained hawk, it meant a day and a half had already passed since Elisia’s disappearance.

There was no longer any time to waste being tied up with the Inquisitors.

Edwin rose from his seat without hesitation.

“Since His Holiness sent you, I’ll play along to some extent.”

“…”

“But you’d better remember that there are limits to the tolerance I can show.”

It was a clear warning.

The Duke hurriedly left the dining hall, and Vincent, left alone, gazed at the corridor where a bleak wind blew through the open door and chuckled.

“Heh heh, this is getting interesting.”

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“Who are you?”

“…Haha.”

Currently, Gareth and I were in a very awkward situation.

While taking a walk by the night sea to clear our heads, we accidentally discovered a group of petty thieves(?).

Not wanting to get involved in troublesome matters, we were quietly trying to move away when these people happened to run into the alley where Gareth and I were hiding.

Then, mistaking us for someone else, they grabbed Gareth and me and started running.

We really ran for a long time.

‘At this rate, my lungs are going to burst!’

Just as the pleasant times with my pretty cat and companion gold coins flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern, we arrived here.

“Which idiot brought outsiders to the hideout?!”

“Ah, I think it was me…”

I thought it was an underground cave, but it seemed to be the petty thieves’ hideout.

While Gareth and I stepped aside to watch, the person who had grabbed me began getting verbally beaten by everyone.

“Why did you bring outsiders here? Are you crazy?!”

“Why are you only picking on me? None of you noticed anything strange while we were running either!”

“I thought it was someone’s girlfriend who came out because they were worried about the operation or something. Their clothes were exactly the most common style in our village…”

“But why is a southerner wearing our clothes?”

Watching fights is the most entertaining thing in the world.

But when everyone’s gaze turned to me, it stopped being fun.

Since my mother was a princess of Southern Marsen, my appearance was somewhat different from the northerners.

Since we were on the same continent, it wasn’t a huge difference, but it was enough to notice the distinction.

The underground cave became noisy all at once.

“Is she a spy?!”

“Would the Governor use a southerner as a spy?”

“He might. That bastard would sell his soul to demons if it meant he could crush us.”

It was a statement that the Inquisitors at the administrative residence would find very interesting.

Anyway, while people turned their attention back to debating, I whispered secretly to Gareth.

“Sir, you’re really good with a sword, right?”

“Shall I kill them?”

“No, don’t just kill them outright…”

I quickly grabbed Gareth as he tried to step forward.

His way of thinking was a bit strange, but his skills seemed certain. At least I probably wouldn’t die here.

Of course, if they didn’t want to go to war with the Imperial Palace, they’d have to protect me with their lives, but even aside from that—

‘These petty thieves are incredibly sloppy for having a hideout.’

The only weapons they held were rusty, worn-out farming tools, and for a military hideout, there were traces of people living here and there, making it look just like a home.

The bickering petty thieves finally seemed to reach an agreement and turned to look at us.

“If the Governor discovers this location, it’s over.”

“Sorry, but you’ll have to die here.”

It wasn’t exactly a good conclusion.

Gareth asked again.

“Should I kill them after all?”

“Is there an option to just break a few bones appropriately?”

“I’ll try my best. My specialty is the Great Demon Subjugation, so I’ve never tried controlling my strength.”

“…Hmm.”

I could envision a future where the petty thieves’ heads would shatter like watermelons.

‘Next time I’m definitely changing guards.’

Just as Gareth, who had given a very unsettling answer, was about to draw his sword.

From inside the cave came the sound of children’s laughter, and soon light, quick footsteps rapidly approached.

Not just one, but several.

“Big brother, big brother’s here?!”

“Hey! Mom said not to run in the house!”

“I’m sleepy… Daddy, hold me.”

‘Children in a petty thieves’ hideout, what is this.’

Not only me, but even the men who had threatened to kill us couldn’t manage their expressions at this sudden turn of events.

“Daddy, daddy, I’m sleepy.”

“Ch-Charlie, daddy’s in a bit of a situation right now…”

“Waaahhh!”

A child wrapped in old cloth scraps that were indistinguishable between rags or a blanket tugged at one petty thief’s collar.

It was the man who had snatched me and brought me here, only to get thoroughly scolded.

Several women rushed out from inside, trying to collect the children who were running wild like colts, but sadly it was futile.

Just when they thought they’d caught the children, they’d slip away, and just when they thought they’d gathered them, they’d scatter again.

‘There’s no way they’ll succeed like that.’

‘Should I help?’

It was during this awkward, tense moment when both the petty thieves and I were just rolling our eyes around nervously.

This time, someone entered from outside the cave.

“What’s the meaning of bringing an outsider to our hideout?”

“Th-there were some circumstances…”

I thought there was no chain of command, but everyone’s attitude changed completely.

Even the children who had been running around wildly seemed to notice the man and transformed from unruly colts into docile house rabbits.

That man must be the leader of this place.

I was staring at him thoughtlessly when our eyes met.

“Oh, the nouveau riche Merchant Leader?”

“Sardine Uncle…”

It was the stall owner who had diligently grilled and sold fish by the seaside, who had great pride in his cooking skills but whose actual ability was regrettably lacking.

The leader of the little rats that had been gnawing away at Bellamare Harbor, no less.

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