I’m Going to Change My Husband With a Predatory Marriage - Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

“H-how is this… No, this can’t be right!”
Princess Solenu was not easily swayed.
Then again, she had just experienced the greatest disappointment of her life.
It would be difficult for her to trust my words so readily, and she would certainly be worried about her family.
They would never let this matter rest once they learned the truth.
I decided to shake her resolve once more.
“You can simply use a different name instead of Rita Morgan.”
“…Pardon?”
“If that name itself holds great significance, then it would be different. But if not, you can simply create a new one.”
“But the shop, the tools, the materials—they’ve all already been…”
The House of Solenu would certainly not have left things as they were.
I answered with a bright smile.
“I can arrange all of that for you right away. Properly, in the Imperial Capital’s Bustling District.”
Fortunately, House of Delphin had the resources to do so.
‘Providing a boutique is nothing.’
And according to my grand design, this was a 100% guaranteed investment.
Before my regression, she had earned a reputation as a genius even in those difficult circumstances. With proper support, it was already assured that she would produce even greater results.
Yet Princess Solenu still seemed confused.
“But… why would you go so far for me?”
There was only one answer I could give to this.
“On a small scale, I want you to wear the finest dress on the most important day. On a larger scale, I see your potential and wish to invest in it.”
Princess Solenu—or rather, Isephin—was visibly wavering.
I decided to deliver the final blow and inspiration to her.
I had instructed Anny to bring the stained dress from earlier.
“Think it over carefully once you return home. And here, about those wet clothes from before…”
The pale yellow dress bore blue-violet stains scattered across its surface.
Looking at it, I let out an admiring sigh as if struck by inspiration.
“What the Lady of House Rus did earlier was truly insulting and should never have happened.”
I ran my fingertips over the fabric stained with blue-violet. Naturally, Isephin’s gaze followed.
“Ironically, the color it’s been dyed is quite beautiful. I hear these stains don’t wash out easily?”
“Ah, yes. They say it becomes almost like a permanent dye.”
That was why it was common sense not to wear light-colored clothing when drinking Sharinga tea.
Evangeline had deliberately spilled the Sharinga flower tea on Isephin’s light-colored dress.
To make the stains more vivid. So she would return home in those soiled clothes, dwelling on the humiliation.
Recalling this, I spoke to the hardened Isephin with a bright smile.
“Regardless of the malice of the one who spilled the tea, this color is truly lovely. Don’t you think so?”
It was not an untrue statement.
It was truly elegant, transparent, and a clear violet-blue hue.
“To dye silk purple, they say you must kill an enormous number of cochineal insects and use their extract for the dyeing process.”
It was a well-known fact. Purple was a difficult color to produce, which made it expensive as well.
“Of course, Sharinga petal tea is expensive, but a dress dyed with flower petals… how romantic. Don’t you think so?”
I smiled softly while driving my point home.
“And I believe Rita Morgan possesses the ability to transform even malicious acts into her greatest masterpieces.”
I could see inspiration and ideas sparking like flames in the eyes of this genius.
Whether today or not, it was clear that she would soon have no choice but to take my hand.

The idea for Sharinga petal dyeing wasn’t something I had conceived entirely on my own either.
‘Before my regression, the Sharinga petal dress was what Rita Morgan popularized the most.’
And I heard that the inspiration for that dyeing technique came from the time she was insulted by Evangeline.
I simply relayed that directly to the person involved.
If I had left things alone, Rita Morgan probably would have appeared with the Sharinga petal dress about five years later.
But it would have burned brightly and disappeared within two years.
This time, she might be able to showcase her talent much earlier and on a far grander scale.
‘Besides, I need an overwhelmingly stunning dress for the banquet at Artanus Hall.’
So I needed to draw out the genius Rita Morgan a few years ahead of schedule.
‘And since I’ve approached Princess Solenu, I’ll soon hear from that person.’
I told Princess Solenu that I only wanted her as a designer, but that wasn’t the truth.
House Solenu, and the Duchess of Axion standing behind them.
They were naturally also targets I was aiming for.
I tossed the cashew nuts that Anny had given me as a snack into my mouth.
The nuts crumbled between my teeth, their savory flavor coating my tongue.
‘Good. Everything is proceeding according to plan.’
That’s what I was thinking.
Then the man who always destroys my plans appeared.
“So my baby squirrel was hiding here? Munching away on nuts until your cheeks are about to burst.”
“Pfft!”
I spat out the nuts I was eating.
Arpard had finally returned.
Only after I had brought Princess Solenu to my room, washed her, dressed her in new clothes, persuaded her, and sent her away.
Could he have been drawing attention the entire time?
“Where have you been and what have you been doing all this time?!”
“I’ve been faithfully carrying out the task you assigned me.”
He’s been doing that the whole time?
“Are you, are you insane?!”
At that, Arpard answered with a confident laugh.
“Of course. I did my very best to keep your attention away from me.”
I asked in a trembling voice.
“Don’t tell me… you kept talking about the Baby Squirrel… the whole time?”
Arpard smiled silently and gracefully.
“…!”
I sank into deep despair.
Why on earth did I entrust the abduction marriage to this lunatic?
Ah, because he was mad, I thought my abilities would be effective on him.
Suddenly, my life felt unbearably sad.
‘I escaped from that trash Ludwig, only to end up with a madman….’
Still, a madman was better than trash.

Chapter 7. Tea Leaves, Barley, and Turnips

The Empress Palace was in complete chaos.
Crash—!
Precious porcelain and glassware shattered everywhere.
Screech—!
A blade tore through silk curtains, lace, and tapestries.
Evangeline would vent her anger indiscriminately whenever she was even slightly upset, but the Empress was different.
Ordinarily, she was rather quiet and did not excessively torment those beneath her.
She was not passionate by nature.
However, there was one exception.
The Empress, her hair disheveled as she turned the room into a disaster, suddenly lifted her head.
Evangeline, standing against the wall and struggling to hide her fear, carefully asked.
“Mother?”
Empress Isabel, who had looked like a madwoman, seemed to regain her senses.
She staggered toward her daughter and grasped both of Evangeline’s arms, crying out.
“You must become a true Empress. You understand, Eva? I will make you a true Empress!”
Evangeline hid her disgusted expression.
‘She’s gone this mad just because the Emperor doesn’t love her. I really can’t understand it.’
Making Evangeline a true Empress was Empress Isabel’s habitual refrain.
It essentially meant that the current Empress Isabel was not a true Empress.
An Empress in name only, unloved by the Emperor. That reality had driven Empress Isabel to madness.
Empress Isabel was Evangeline’s biological mother, but not to the Possessed.
She did not regard Empress Isabel as her mother.
Rather, she accepted every person in this world not as living beings, but merely as characters.
Therefore, she could not possibly empathize.
“Please calm yourself, Mother. This is not the time for such outbursts.”
“Calm? How can I calm myself? That man! Arpard’s son has insulted me! Saying that only his mother, Roxellin, is the true Empress. That I am nothing!!!”
To anyone watching, Arpard’s outrageous behavior today was clearly designed to humiliate the Empress.
On Empress Isabel’s wedding anniversary, the Emperor had never once made an appearance.
Yet that day, Arpard appeared searching for his wife, speaking of places filled with memories of the late Empress and such.
In essence, he was claiming that the Empress Palace and all the places within it were not hers.
‘The true Empress is only the dead Roxellin.’
Evangeline recalled Arpard’s outrageous conduct from earlier in the day.
She paid no mind to the Empress’s shame and humiliation.
She only remembered how beautiful and radiant he had been in that moment.
Unbearably so.
Such a man had not spared her even a single glance, seeking only that woman.

“My beloved Baby Squirrel!”

Hillia had found the endearment painful, questioning why shame should be her burden, but Evangeline envied it with an aching heart.
Jealousy consumed her.
All of it should have been hers.
Because….
‘I am the true heroine of this world. Not some mere character, but the only human being—it should be me!’
Evangeline grasped the arm of the despairing Empress Isabel.
“Mother. Mother. Come to your senses.”
“Yes. Eva. My daughter.”
Empress Isabel collapsed into her daughter’s embrace.
It was then that Evangeline asked in a low voice.
“Mother, you do know, don’t you?”
“Know what? …My dear?”
“How to trigger the madness of the Imperial Family.”
She knew the truth.
That Empress Isabel was connected to the death of the late Empress Roxellin.

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