Marriage With A Suspiciously Demure Husband - Chapter 115

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Chapter 115

Outside, the air was filled with the shouts of captured cult members trying to flee.
Dylan watched with a hard gaze as the knights loaded every last item, missing nothing.
Then one of the knights entered and delivered his report.
“We’ve finished clearing the perimeter, sir.”
“Did you place all the Sealing Rings?”
“Yes, sir. All of them.”
Captured cult members often proved troublesome—prone to extreme acts or wielding Dark Magic, making them difficult to contain.
As a countermeasure, Sealing Rings had been hastily manufactured: magical artifacts that worked against Holy Power, Mana, and Dark Magic alike.
Thanks to them, the cultists’ movements could be temporarily paralyzed and sealed for capture.
“It seems we’ve thoroughly excavated the core now. It looks like they used the first location we found and this place as their main bases.”
“Yes, let’s hope that’s the case.”
“Will you be heading home directly from here, sir?”
Dylan shook his head, scanning the now-empty space as he moved the last of the documents.
“I’m going to the Office. Once you finish processing, send the cultists to prison and then head out yourselves.”
“Yes, Vice-Commander!”
“Dylan.”
The knight bowed and left, and in that same moment, Lux stepped through the door.
“What is it? Any problems outside?”
Lux glanced out briefly before turning his gaze back to Dylan.
“Nothing like that. Are you heading to the Office?”
“I have to.”
“Then let’s talk there.”
Lux finished speaking curtly and stepped back outside.
“…Why does he have to be involved too.”
It was becoming bothersome.
Dylan took one final look around the now-empty room, confirmed no one remained, and left.

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The Office was stacked with documents and boxes that the knights had brought in.
“Is this everything?”
“Yes, sir! We’ve moved it all.”
“Good work. I’ll review and get a report up immediately.”
“Can you manage all of this alone? There’s quite a lot. Why don’t we divide it up like last time?”
Dylan stopped the knight’s hand as it reached to open a box.
“Never mind.”
The knight stumbled backward in surprise.
“Vice-Commander?”
“Never mind, it’s fine. I’m just not in the mood to leave yet today. Go on home first.”
“…You’re not even married and you’re talking like that. Well, understood. Call if you need anything.”
“Right. Get going.”
Once the knight had left and the door was firmly shut, Dylan moved toward the boxes.
He opened the lid of the box he’d looked at before and rummaged through it with somewhat urgent hands, pulling out the documents.
As he flipped through them for some time, Dylan’s brows shot up.
“…So it wasn’t a mistake.”
What Dylan had seen earlier was correct: a paper bearing the names and faces of Hazel and Duke Hadid.
As Dylan continued to turn the pages, a soft knock sounded at the door.
Dylan quickly stuffed the documents back into the box and stood up.
Before he could even grab the door handle, it opened.
“Are you in here?”
“Lux.”
“Ah, there you are. I thought you’d gone home since the door was shut.”
“Since you’re already here, let me finish checking this and then I’ll head out. The sooner I get it upstairs, the better. What was it you wanted to say earlier?”
“Right, that.”
Lux leaned lightly against the desk.
“I heard something that’s been bothering me.”
“What is it?”
“One of the cult members said everything was ready. Ready for what, I mean.”
Dylan tilted his head slightly.
“They said everything was ready?”
In that instant, Dylan’s gaze fell on the box.
No. Don’t tell me.
“Yeah. They had this sick grin when they said it, and I’m thinking they’re insane—saying we’re behind while they’re ready. It bothered me enough that I figured I’d just check the files myself. Last time didn’t turn up much, but who knew all this would be gathered in one place? These lunatics scatter their bases all over, so I wasn’t expecting it.”
Lux pushed himself up and bent toward the box.
Dylan stepped in front of him.
“Huh? Why?”
“No, I’ll handle it. You’ve pushed hard enough—go get some rest today.”
“Rest? Are you made of steel or something? You’re the vice commander and you keep pulling all-nighters and overtime. Even if you go now, you’ll only get two or three hours of sleep before coming back anyway, so just stay and keep me company. Besides, I’m taking leave tomorrow.”
Dylan blocked him again.
“Take your leave whenever. I just have some things I need to organize.”
“Organize? You have things to organize?”
“Like you said—they mentioned everything was ready. We might have missed something. I want to read through it all carefully.”
Only then did Lux relent and straighten up.
“Is that so? Still, there’s quite a lot here—you sure you can manage it alone?”
“With this much experience, I can manage. Go back to the quarters and get some sleep.”
Lux hesitated for a moment, then groaned and stretched.
“Ah, fine. I keep changing my mind. But I can contact Hazel tomorrow, at least. She’s probably waiting for word.”
“I was planning to do that anyway.”
“I thought she’d become a duchess and finally have it easy, but she’s been through a lot because of us.”
Dylan let out a soft laugh.
“Right. Get going. See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Off I go. Thanks for the hard work!”
The moment Lux left, Dylan locked the office door.
Then he set the box on the corner of his desk.
“Let’s see what’s here.”
Then I’ll understand why it’s written there.
Dylan rolled up his sleeves.

A few hours later.
Dawn had passed, and pale light was filtering through the office window.
Dylan’s expression was far more rigid than it had been hours ago.
……
The cult members had been tracking Hazel.
For quite a long time, too.
It seemed they’d been following her ever since her teenage years.
Not consistently, and the reports came from different people each time, but they were definitely watching her.
They’d paused at one point, but appeared to have resumed tracking her in recent times.
“If this timing is right… this would be when Hazel came to the Capital.”
When he turned another page, more detailed information about that period appeared.
From here on, Fay Martin’s name was also mentioned.
There was a note from Fay Martin about discovering a First-Class Offering, and a report from someone else stating “confirmed to be the same person. Resume tracking.”
……
The image of Hazel, who smiled brightly no matter what, flickered before his eyes.
He couldn’t make sense of what any of this meant or how it had come to be.
After mulling it over for a long time, Dylan placed the documents related to Hazel into a drawer.
It seemed he needed to meet Hazel in person.

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“I’d prefer to hold it outdoors. And right after the wedding ceremony ends in the evening, we’ll move straight into the evening banquet. What do you think?”
“Should we hold it at Ferrarium?”
“That would be wonderful. Is there anything you’d like, Kailas?”
“I’d prefer to hold it at that villa.”
“With flowers arranged everywhere?”
“Yes, and we’ll invite the people you care about most.”
“Just imagining it makes me happy.”
It was dinnertime for the Hadid household.
Fay, who had finished all the preparations and was waiting for the moment, watched as the two of them made their way toward the dining room at the announcement that dinner was ready.
More than half a month had already passed.
The couple seemed set to leave for the Capital soon because of Foundation Day.
Separate from the plans laid out for Foundation Day, there was no way around it.
No matter what, today would not slip away unused.
The moment had finally come to fulfill a long-held desire.
If all went well, she would at last witness his descent with her own eyes.
It was as she was following them with these thoughts.
Any moment now……!
It was the instant Fay reached out a hand toward Hazel.
Bang—!
“Gack!”
In a flash, the world blazed white, and an enormous force seized her throat while a searing pain tore through her back.
The moment her senses returned, her neck was trapped in Kailas’s large hand, pinned hard against the wall.
“…So it was you.”
What? She hadn’t sensed anything until now!
Her throat suddenly burned hot, and the face she wore—Angelra’s face—began to crumble slowly away.
“What—what is this! Ugh, how could—!”
White light began to shine from one of the rings Kailas wore, and she felt her body beginning to separate.
This couldn’t be happening.
Fay Martin clawed frantically at Kailas’s hand, the one that threatened to snap her neck at any moment.
Fay tried using magic to escape from Kailas’s grip.
While her Illusion Magic didn’t compare to Hazel Love’s, she was confident enough in her other abilities that she’d prepared a way out—but nothing worked.
Only then did Fay Martin realize that some kind of mechanism had been built into the rings.
He’d been ready all along.
Since when?
“How did you find out… This shouldn’t be possible.”
After her difficult escape from the Imperial Palace, she had received another power from her Follower—a power that came from him.
One far stronger than her own Dark Magic, closer to true darkness itself.
With that power, she had worn Angelra’s corpse like a mask.
That’s why even Hazel hadn’t noticed.
The drawback was that she could never return to her original body, but that didn’t matter.
She existed only to work toward his descent—if this task succeeded, death meant nothing to her.
It was a power no human should have been able to detect. So how had she been discovered?
A pair of crimson eyes, filled with a bloodlust sharp as a blade, fixed themselves upon Fay Martin.
“Eyes that covet my wife—I couldn’t possibly miss that.”
Kailas’s gaze was nothing but cold.
It was the gaze of someone who would not hesitate to kill.
Had Hazel not been present, the outcome might have been far more brutal.
“Syde. Bring it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Syde hurriedly pulled something from the inner pocket of his uniform.
Hazel watched the scene unfold with wide, astonished eyes.

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