I Became the Wife of the Hero Who Killed Me - Chapter 80
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#Episode 80
Edwin tilted his head for a moment as if puzzled.
But soon, as if he understood what I meant, his eyes shook greatly.
I filled a glass with the wine I had prepared in advance and swallowed it all at once. I felt like I needed to borrow some liquid courage to find the nerve to speak.
“So, um, I think it’s time for us to fulfill our marital duties…”
“Ah, no! That’s… not yet, I don’t think so.”
“Why? Don’t you like me?”
Honestly, I hadn’t expected Edwin to refuse.
It’s not like I just blurted it out randomly.
Our atmosphere lately hadn’t been bad. No, it wasn’t just not bad—it was quite good.
Edwin always personally carried me when I was injured, and he even assigned Gareth, his closest retainer, as my dedicated guard.
And though it sounds like self-praise, I’m quite beautiful.
So I thought if I took courage first, he wouldn’t dislike it either.
“You said before that you preferred a fuller figure, didn’t you?”
“That’s not it…”
“Hmph, forget it if you don’t want to. Marital duties and such—I can handle them alone.”
I had no awareness of how I would create an heir alone when I wasn’t hermaphroditic.
My pride was hurt. I had mustered up courage only to be rejected so flatly, and my face burned with embarrassment. I wanted to bury my nose in a washbasin.
I filled my glass with wine again.
And downed it in one gulp.
“Eli, no, that’s not what I meant!”
“Then what is it? Are you planning to blow up House Lombard without an heir? Or, or are you trying to get an heir from some other woman instead of me…”
Edwin tried to stop me, but regardless, I kept downing wine one after another.
I was already weak with alcohol. I’d rather get completely drunk and forget this whole incident.
I had no awareness that this was creating an even bigger embarrassing memory.
Finally, unable to watch any longer, Edwin snatched the liquor bottle from my hand and quietly hid it under the sofa.
“That’s not what I meant. My wife is only Eli, and I’ve never once thought of embracing any other woman but you.”
“You liar…”
“However, once we consummate our marriage, our relationship can never return to what it was before. Because I don’t want you to regret it, I only hoped you would take time to think it over slowly.”
“How much more can I think about this! Do you know how long it’s been since I married into Lombard?!”
Lombard was located at the northernmost part of the continent, where winter was particularly long.
I had married here when the first snow fell, and now it was the end of winter.
If there were no special problems, it wouldn’t be strange to hear ‘happy news’ by now.
“Ed doesn’t even know my heart…”
Fortunately, no one had given me hints yet, but I myself was the problem.
Until now, I had only thought that since I was reborn with a diamond spoon, I should live comfortably and leisurely.
I had resolved not to sacrifice anything of mine for others.
But after experiencing so many things, my thoughts changed. I couldn’t turn away from the suffering citizens.
I wanted to pull myself together and live properly as the Duchess of Lombard.
Then it was natural that the duties of a great noble would follow.
It would be a lie to say I wasn’t afraid of the unknown world I had never experienced, but my resolve was already firm.
How could Duke Edwin la Lombard, the most noble man in the Northern Region, know this heart of mine?
“Eli, wait! Your injured wrist…!”
“I mustered up so much courage!”
As I was hitting Edwin’s shoulders—but why did it feel like hitting a stone wall—I looked down at my aching fist with resentful eyes.
My vision spun from the alcohol.
“When did I get eight fists?”
I was briefly puzzled but decided not to think about it too complexly. Things can multiply as you live, right?
As I was slowly blinking while accepting this fact, the world suddenly tilted sideways.
Ah, the world didn’t tilt—I must have lain down.
I turned my head sluggishly, looking for a comfortable position.
But why was this pillow so hot and hard? I thought I should tell the servant tomorrow to change it to a soft one.
For now, I was satisfied with this and was settling in again when I heard low, rough breathing from above my head.
As if suppressing something—
“S-sorry. We should continue this conversation later.”
“Ugh!”
Edwin suddenly stood up from his seat.
At the same time, my head was thrown onto the sofa.
As my vision spun around, nausea rose and I could only gasp for breath, but Edwin, realizing his mistake belatedly, hurriedly picked me up and carefully laid me down on the bed.
“Please sleep for now.”
“No, wait a minute!”
When I staggered and tried to sit up, Edwin quickly approached and laid me back down on the bed.
When I got up, he laid me down, and when I got up again, he laid me down again.
Only after repeating this several times did I completely give up and lie obediently under the blanket, blinking my eyes prettily.
Only then did Edwin breathe a sigh of relief.
“Now please really sleep.”
“Yes.”
Edwin dimmed the candle and left my bedroom.
But he couldn’t have known that lying there obediently was my feint!!
I jumped up and immediately—staggering—ran to Edwin’s door.
Since this mansion had the master couple’s bedrooms connected by a single door, I could easily catch the escaped Edwin just by turning the door handle.
However, there was one problem that even genius me hadn’t anticipated.
Click—
Why won’t the door handle turn?
Holding onto my hazy consciousness and earnestly trying to turn the stiff door handle, I belatedly realized the tremendous fact that Edwin had locked the door!
Before the massive wall of a lock that couldn’t be overcome by human strength, I despaired.
“My goodness, I was a fool! A fool who can’t even pick a single door…”
My foolish past self who believed I was a genius flashed before my eyes like a panorama.
I carved a small, clear dimple in my chin and sniffled as I returned to bed.
And fell fast asleep.
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At the same time, Edwin was reproaching himself in a different sense from Elisia in front of the firmly locked door.
He looked down at his stiff lower back with eyes like he was looking at trash.
“What was I thinking in front of someone who was drunk and couldn’t think straight.”
Don’t I want her?
It was the cruelest question of all. Edwin truly, sincerely wanted her.
He wanted only her.
Even when drunk Elisia was lying on him without knowing what she was resting on and sighing that it was hard, Edwin was struggling with all his might to suppress his boiling impulses.
Because he didn’t want to hurt her with momentary desire.
Because he didn’t dare have the right to do so.
‘Ah, how could I dare take her.’
Edwin still wandered the underground dungeon every night.
He had promised to protect her, but his foolish self ultimately failed to protect her.
Whatever reasons he gave were all just excuses.
He had to atone to her forever. He was a criminal who had to live carrying unerasable guilt.
“…”
Edwin, leaning against the wall, collapsed weakly to the ground.
If there was any last mercy, he earnestly repeated the name of the god he despised, begging not to be put to the test.
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It was a night when the moon was particularly bright.
Vincent sat alone on a hill overlooking the sea.
The silver moonlight breaking over the waves reminded him of some woman’s silver hair flowing gracefully.
“I never expected her to look like that…”
Vincent thought about what had happened during the day.
It was true that his eyes were particularly drawn to Elisia. But he wasn’t naive enough to show kindness without any price.
Treating her injuries had been a kind of test.
What would happen if a heretic, not an ordinary human, was exposed to divine power twice?
Vincent wanted to strip away the layers of dark magic surrounding Elisia and confirm her primordial form.
Her true soul, that is.
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