I Became the Wife of the Hero Who Killed Me - Chapter 81

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#Episode 81

Vincent infused divine power, anticipating what kind of result would emerge.

However, the soul revealed after the dark magic lifted was completely different from his expectations.

Such a pure soul… he had never seen one except among a few high-ranking priests in the Holy Capital or God’s chosen ones.

Even Vincent’s own soul was not this flawlessly clear.

Matthew and Judith, who had naturally settled into the Governor’s Residence following him, couldn’t close their mouths when they encountered Elisia.

‘The Duchess is definitely human. And an extremely good human who has committed no sins.’

‘But I can’t understand that cat. How can a great demon circle around an ordinary human? It’s even pretending to be some trivial pet.’

‘Perhaps the Duke is the real culprit… If so, wouldn’t the Duchess be in danger?’

‘No, the Duke is human too. At least for now.’

Matthew and Judith lacked the insight to perceive the truth, but Vincent knew.

That was a human soul.

However, the problem was that it was too distorted and defiled to be called ‘ordinary,’ trampled in the mud like a doll until even its form was barely recognizable.

It was a different case from the Duchess who had been wrapped in dark magic.

The Duke’s hideous soul was his true nature.

“What could have happened? No matter how much I think about it, I can’t understand.”

Just how far would a human have to fall for their soul to become so corrupted?

Such a terrible sight, as if bearing all the original sins of the world.

He briefly thought that if the tender-hearted His Holiness were to face the Duke, he might shed tears of sorrow at being unable to save him.

Of course, Vincent was not that type.

“What is God trying to show me…?”

Vincent clicked his tongue low in frustration.

The moon was setting.

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Time flowed like wind again, and the day came for the ducal couple to leave Bellamare.

Edwin looked down at the first floor entrance, passing by the servants busily moving luggage.

Citizens had gathered like clouds to see off the Duchess, and Elisia was making eye contact with each of them, exchanging farewells.

‘So many things have happened during this time.’

Among them, the biggest issue was undoubtedly the abolition of the governorship.

The citizens overwhelmingly supported direct territory under the Duchess, but due to Elisia’s firm refusal, they eventually turned their opinion to direct territory under the Lord.

Instead, they agreed to place someone who could serve as Elisia’s representative in an important position.

Thus Gibson rose to the position of Chief Secretary.

Since Gibson was from Bellamare, well-versed in local affairs, and close to the Duchess, it could be said to be a result that satisfied everyone.

Naturally, all the bureaucrats were replaced except for some useful ones.

“So… did you get the answer you wanted?”

Edwin, sensing an unfamiliar atmosphere, leisurely turned his gaze.

Through the door that had been left open for the servants moving luggage, Vincent appeared with a slight smile.

Behind him, two Inquisitors were gleaming with sharp eyes.

“We stopped by Lombard and met you, so our purpose has been achieved. Are you returning to the Holy Capital now?”

“How could we know the future? We merely follow God’s will.”

Vincent’s answer was subtle.

Edwin had a strong intuition that he would encounter them again soon. Especially those gleaming eyes, which were like those of a predator that had found its prey.

‘Even so, there’s nothing they can find out.’

Edwin, who smiled coldly, passed by them and went downstairs.

Elisia was still exchanging final, final, final farewells with the citizens.

The elderly village chief wiped his wet eyes with trembling hands.

“I don’t know if I’ll live to see Madam again.”

“I’ll come again soon. So don’t talk weakly and take good care of your health. You must live long to see Bellamare prosper with your own eyes.”

“Have a safe journey, Madam.”

“May God safely protect Madam’s travels.”

After exchanging farewells with the citizens one by one, Elisia finally faced the couple Gibson and Greta.

Though he had become Chief Secretary, their attire hadn’t changed much from before.

However, their expressions were shining brightly as they envisioned Bellamare’s revival, unlike when they lived in the cave.

“Contact me anytime if you need anything.”

“We of Bellamare will never forget Madam’s grace, even in death.”

“What I did… well, it wasn’t nothing, but not to that extent.”

“He’s always sincere toward Madam. Oh, and this is a small gift we prepared with everyone’s hearts. May God’s blessing be upon Madam.”

Greta smiled gently and offered a wooden box.

Though not as splendid as what they had seen in the castle, the intricately carved relief patterns showed how much care everyone had put into it.

Elisia looked very moved as she received the box.

It was truly time to leave now.

Edwin boarded the carriage with Elisia.

“Long live Lombard! Long live the Lord! Long live the Duchess!”

The citizens’ cheers didn’t stop until the Bellamare Gate became a small dot in the distance and disappeared.

Elisia, who had been waving out the window for a long time, finally sat down.

“You worked hard, Elisia.”

“Oh, no…”

An awkward silence settled in the carriage.

On the night when Elisia got heavily drunk and caused a ‘small’ incident, Edwin had hoped she wouldn’t remember what happened that night.

Elisia seemed to sense that too.

Unfortunately, however, her memory was perfectly intact the next morning.

Thus Elisia had kicked innocent blankets and fidgeted for a long time, but was just beginning to feel better due to Edwin’s attitude of acting as if nothing had happened.

Still, it was inevitable that things would be awkward when they were alone together.

“Oh, right! I should open the gift Greta gave me!”

“I’m curious about what’s inside.”

“She said the villagers made it themselves for both of us. She asked me to show it to Edwin too because you’d like it.”

Elisia opened the box with a truly expectant face.

Inside was luxurious silk fabric.

Since everyone had put effort into embroidering it, the long unfolded cloth was densely covered with prayers asking for God’s grace and sacred paintings depicting the advent of angels.

“When did they make this when everyone must have been busy…”

Elisia’s eyes became misty at the heartfelt gift.

Meanwhile, Edwin’s shoulders suddenly stiffened as he read through the prayer text.

Before he could stop her after noticing something, Elisia pulled out a letter from the bottom of the box.

[This is a belt for the safety and well-being of expectant mothers.

The last verse of the prayer was personally embroidered by our village elder who gave birth to six sons and seven daughters. Of course, it has also received consecration from the priests.

They say it’s very effective, so you’ll have good news before long.

We will all pray with one heart.

May God’s blessing be upon you both.]

“…!”

Elisia’s face turned bright red after reading the letter.

Even Edwin was momentarily stunned by the phrase about six sons and seven daughters, but quickly gathered his wits.

“It’s, it’s a nice gift. We should put it back in the box so it doesn’t get damaged.”

“Should we? That would be good, wouldn’t it?”

Elisia rolled up the long silk cloth and tossed it into the box, sealing it shut with the lid.

In truth, even this much had her hands tangled up as she fumbled around for quite a while.

At this rate, she would arrive at the castle and immediately lock herself away in her inner chamber without showing her face, so Edwin opened his mouth to naturally lighten the mood.

“Still, to think it even received consecration… quite a lot of care was put into it.”

Then he suddenly realized.

Just who was the priest that had performed the consecration on this sash belt?

Since Bellamare was a small city in the borderlands, the local diocese had never had a high-ranking priest from the Holy Capital appointed to it.

Even the few lower priests that were there didn’t have the qualifications to perform consecration.

‘She said priests… plural. Definitely.’

It seemed Elisia’s thoughts had reached the same place.

Her face turned so red it was worrying whether a blood vessel had burst.

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