I’m Going to Change My Husband With a Predatory Marriage - Chapter 100

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Chapter 100

Aaron Muzen’s mind was in turmoil.
His mother had been delighted about her shopping, and then suddenly collapsed, clutching her throat—naturally, he was beside himself.
Her entire body swelled grotesquely, and she could not breathe properly.
At a glance, her condition appeared grave.
Yet there was a woman who had interjected as though it were some jest.
A woman who leaned down from atop a flowering vine bearing an unusually potent fragrance.
She had responded as though she had been waiting for him.
Aaron found this peculiar.
But his suspicion paled before his concern for his mother’s welfare.
Aaron did not know it, but this was the same first impression he had formed before his regression.
Of course, this assessment had been overturned when Evangeline saved the Countess’s life.
Proportional to his initial suspicion, Aaron had devoted himself all the more to Evangeline.
Aaron disregarded the woman and commanded his attendants.
“Find the nearest physician! No—just confirm the location. I shall carry my mother there myself!”
It would be several times faster for him to run with his mother in his arms than to wait for a carriage.
He was a knight who had mastered the aura, approaching the level of a Sword Master.
It was then that the woman who had been watching from the terrace of the adjacent building descended the stairs with graceful steps.
She spoke to Aaron with an enigmatic smile.
“Your lady appears to be in grave condition. I may be able to assist you.”
Aaron did not take her words seriously.
She was clearly a noblewoman of refined upbringing.
She did not appear to possess any expertise in medicine.
Then, the Countess in Aaron’s arms began to emit sounds as though she were barely clinging to life.
“Gasp! Ugh!”
Aaron’s complexion turned deathly pale.
Evangeline’s gentle voice pierced the young man’s panic.
“Please allow me to help for a moment. My mother experienced similar symptoms once.”
In the meantime, the golden-haired woman had drawn near to the carriage.
Ultimately, grasping at straws, Aaron transferred his mother outside the carriage.
She examined the Countess’s condition briefly, then withdrew a vial from her possession.
Then she attempted to administer the potion to the Countess.
Aaron asked in alarm.
“What manner of medicine is that?!”
“It is a remedy that alleviates such symptoms. As I mentioned, my mother experienced these symptoms before, so I carry this emergency antidote with me.”
It was a difficult story to believe.
She possessed medicine as though she had known this would occur beforehand?
She smiled brightly and spoke.
“If you take this medicine, the symptoms should subside within about an hour. If anything goes wrong with the Countess, I’ll stake the name of House of Roux and take full responsibility.”
For a noble to invoke their house name was no trivial matter.
Aaron Muzen found himself skeptical, yet ultimately had no choice but to allow her to administer the medicine to his mother.
That was when it happened.
“Wait.”
The carriage door nearby opened, and a woman descended.
Aaron turned his head, thinking her voice was unusually resonant and captivating.
There stood a woman like spring cherry blossoms in full bloom, as if time had forgotten her.
Aaron found his gaze stolen by her without his awareness.
This was a different reaction than before the regression. Back then, Hillia had been overshadowed by Evangeline, appearing lacking in confidence and faded.
Now she shone like the sun itself.

* * *

Even before the regression, Evangeline had saved the Duchess of Muzen with a potion.
I hadn’t known before, but now I understood what that medicine was.
‘An allergy treatment.’
The sudden swelling of her entire body and respiratory distress that caused her collapse were due to a severe allergic reaction.
I lifted my head slightly to look at the Terrace where Evangeline had revealed herself moments ago.
Red flowering vines naturally wound around the white marble railing.
‘That’s… Lupis flowers.’
They weren’t commonly cultivated in the South or near the Capital City.
Plants that grew primarily only in the West.
Before the regression, the location and time of the Duchess’s collapse differed all three times.
Yet the incident itself always occurred without fail.
Regardless of whether I witnessed it or not.
There were three elements that caused the incident to happen.
The Duchess of Muzen and the Lupis flowers.
‘And Evangeline.’
This couldn’t be coincidence.
The Duchess of Muzen had a life-threatening allergy to Lupis flowers, which were rare in the Capital City.
I had deduced that Evangeline would recreate this same incident to bring the Ducal House of Muzen to her side.
Arpard had secured the official movements of such an important house as the Ducal House of Muzen.
So I deliberately leaked information about the Ducal House of Muzen’s movements to Evangeline through hired servants.
As expected, Evangeline acted exactly as I predicted.
It seemed neither the Duchess nor her son knew they had allergies to those flowers.
In Korea, allergies could be treated immediately with pills or inhalers, but this place was different.
One could only achieve an allergy-soothing effect by refining extremely expensive and rare medicinal herbs through special magic.
Evangeline was just about to feed the precious potion to the Countess when I intervened.
I opened the carriage door and stepped out, speaking as I did.
“Wait.”
“…!”
Evangeline’s complexion drained of all color.
Her lips trembled silently. I could read the unspoken words on her face—’Why are you here?’
It seemed her last shred of reason had prevented her from voicing it aloud.
I ignored Evangeline and approached the Countess.
“Allow me to assess her condition.”
Before Aaron could even step forward, Evangeline cried out in a sharp voice.
“I arrived first!”
Aaron then asked her incredulously.
“Does arriving first grant you some special authority?”
The Countess’s condition was deteriorating by the second.
Evangeline, standing beside her, glared at me before forcibly prying open the Countess’s mouth to administer the potion.
“Ugh!”
The Countess let out a cry of pain.
But Evangeline showed no concern whatsoever. Unable to bear it any longer, Aaron moved faster than the wind itself.
Snatch!
He seized the potion bottle from Evangeline’s hand.
“What are you doing?!”
“I’m trying to save your mother!”
“Must you be so rough about it?!”
With my arrival, Evangeline’s desperation had grown apparent. Unlike before the regression, she was now acting recklessly, earning Aaron’s displeasure.
In the meantime, I moved to stand beside Aaron and the Countess.
I then held out a bottle to Aaron and spoke.
“Try this.”
A transparent liquid resembling perfume in a bottle—Aaron’s expression turned bewildered at the sight of it.
Observing his confusion and wariness, I hesitated not at all. I opened my mouth and sprayed the liquid inside.
Psst—the fine mist dispersed like perfume particles into my mouth.
This was an instant-acting remedy that immediately reduced swelling in the airways caused by allergic reactions.
I had commissioned the creator of the recording magic tool to prepare it in advance so it could be sprayed like perfume.
After demonstrating that spraying it directly into my mouth caused no adverse effects, I placed the bottle in Aaron’s palm.
Then I explained simply.
“You’ve just seen that it’s non-toxic. Open the lady’s mouth and spray it toward the back of her throat, just as I did.”
“…?”
“It should take effect immediately. If it doesn’t work, seek another physician or….”
I moved only my eyes to look at Evangeline.
“…!”
Evangeline’s face went deathly pale, as though she’d seen a ghost.
“Either give her that medicine, or do as you wish.”
Aaron appeared bewildered. Understandably so.
‘Mother has collapsed, and suddenly two women I’ve never seen before appear, insisting I use their medicine.’
It was absurd, to say the least.
Yet he did not hurl the medicine bottle I offered back at me.
I said nothing more and simply turned away, heading toward the carriage.
As I ascended into the carriage with Count Beltane’s escort, who remained steadfastly at my side, I caught a glimpse across the street.
Evangeline stood there, her expression vacant.
The maid attending the Countess let out a scream.
“M-Madam’s breathing has stopped!”
“!”
Alarmed, Aaron finally administered the medicine I had given him to his mother.
I had known this would happen.
A similar situation had unfolded when I saved the Countess before my regression.
Back then, too, the Countess’s condition had proven far more severe than anticipated, and her breathing had ceased.
The medicine Evangeline had prepared required time to take effect.
Panicked, Evangeline had resorted to administering artificial respiration to the Countess.
I was astonished watching that.

‘Does this world have artificial respiration as well?’

When I asked her about it later, Evangeline had brushed it off, claiming she learned the method from a physician.
‘But that wasn’t it—she was drawing upon knowledge from being possessed.’
Moments later, Evangeline snapped back to her senses and cried out.
“I-I can administer emergency treatment! Move aside!”
Unlike that time, Evangeline had no opportunity now to utilize her knowledge as the possessed.
“Hah…!”
The Countess’s breathing had already stabilized rapidly.
I cast a brief smirk toward Evangeline before boarding the carriage.

* * *

Evangeline couldn’t comprehend the situation.
‘What? How did this happen?’
Why was Hillia appearing here now, of all times?
Moreover, as if she’d been waiting for this moment, she’d given the Countess a remedy to alleviate her allergic symptoms and left.
Evangeline’s medicine was meant to be taken orally.
Naturally, it required time for absorption and the effects to manifest.
But what Hillia had given to Aaron was a spray applied directly to the mouth and throat.
If the efficacy was reliable, the medication would take effect immediately.
Before Evangeline could even attempt artificial respiration, Aaron had already used the remedy Hillia provided.
The effect appeared instantly. The Countess began breathing easily right away.
“Mother! Are you conscious?”
“Ah, Aaron?”
Her voice calling out to her son was stable. There was no whistling sound.
As Evangeline stood frozen before this unbelievable turn of events,
Aaron asked her a question.
“Do you happen to know the name of our benefactor, my lady?”
“…!”
Evangeline’s shoulders flinched.
This wasn’t it. This wasn’t the situation she had anticipated and planned for.
Aaron, with his grateful and moved expression, was supposed to ask for her name.
She felt as though she’d become a supporting character providing information about the protagonist.
A bitter sense of humiliation crushed down upon Evangeline’s entire being.
‘This makes no sense. How did this happen? It’s as if… as if Hillia had known about all of this beforehand.’
Just like someone who had read the ‘original work’.
A chill ran down her spine.

* * *

When I returned from my outing, unexpected news was waiting for me.
Yulken came with his hand covering his mouth and delivered Arpard’s message directly.
“His Highness says he must temporarily leave the Prince’s Palace due to an unavoidable matter of importance.”
“An unavoidable matter of importance? What is it?”
“If I tell you, His Highness will kill me.”
“…?”
“In any case, while His Highness is away from the Palace, he trusts that you will hold down the fort well.”
Yulken had his hand covering his mouth, but his lips were curled up so much that it was completely useless.
He spoke with a strange, suppressed smile.
“Rest assured, it’s certainly nothing bad for you, Your Highness.”
I tilted my head in confusion before realizing something and asked.
“Wait! So he dumped all his work on me and left?”
Yulken shook his head.
“Don’t worry. He took care of everything so there won’t be any problems for a week.”
“…?”
I was even more bewildered.

* * *

Arpard, who had left his post, stood before a ruin discovered deep within the Eastern Mountains of the Imperial Capital.
The monster guarding the ruin let out a piercing screech—”KRAAAAGH!”
Arpard drew his sword with an expressionless face.

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