Marriage With A Suspiciously Demure Husband - Chapter 63

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Episode 63

Chapter 9. Farewell! I’m Going to Find My Freedom

“Nizela.”
The next morning.
I sought her out the moment I woke.
“Director! Good morning.”
“Yes, good morning. Come here a moment, would you?”
“Of course, Director!”
Nizela approached with her usual smile.
Sitting upright, I met her gaze directly.
“Nizela.”
“Yes, Director.”
Her pupils dilated sharply, then constricted in an instant.
Hypnosis. I was casting it over her.
“What reports do you give to Kailas, your master?”
Nizela’s lips moved slowly before she nodded and answered without resistance.
“Only some of your schedules and incidents that have occurred, nothing more.”
“Nothing else?”
“Nothing, Director.”
“Then from now on, report only what I tell you.”
“Yes, Director.”
I then cast the same hypnosis on the maids, and arranged for all their memories of me to vanish the moment we arrived at Ferarium four days later.
Then they wouldn’t be able to report anything. Now I could move freely.
I could even bring Annie here and speak with her.
From today on, I decided to abandon any principles about not using my abilities except on my own people—to care only for my own safety.
Two days remained.
Now just one day was left.

That final day was spent preparing.
I arranged for information about the Guild and a brief letter to arrive at the Edith Mansion a week later, and sent his original funds plus interest through the bank—every last coin accounted for.
Unless some act of the heavens intervened, all of this would arrive after I’d gone.
With the Guild transferred as well, I believed I had done everything I could.
I confirmed the aliases for Ginger, Eggmen, and myself, checked the relocated funds again, and re-verified the carriages and personnel stationed across various locations.
On the final day, Annie and I remained in the Hotel, reviewed the plan, brought out wooden pieces and a map, and ran through simulations.
And until the very end, I scoured away the last traces of hesitation in my heart toward Noah, killing it utterly.
“Only a few hours left now.”
The maids and Nizela had become like puppets moving around me.
Watching their vacant expressions, their gazes sliding past as if through empty air, was quite painful—but there was no choice.
It was for their sake.
Without their memories, Kailas would have no reason to blame them, no justification to kill them.
Except for the fact that Nizela was Kailas’s subordinate, she had always done her best for me—I hoped she would live.
And one more night passed.

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That day had arrived.
From morning on, my heart raced so violently I thought it might burst from my chest, and I had to calm it again and again.
After settling my mind for a long while, I reached for the Communication Tool.
Soon the other end connected, and light flickered.
—Hazel.
“Noah!”
—Did you sleep well? Have any good dreams?
“Yes, I slept wonderfully. I’m heading home today. I wanted to tell my husband ahead of time.”
Her voice was bright enough to soar, yet her body trembled with tension.
—He’s been waiting. He’s missed you so much.
“I have too. And my husband… well, you know.”
—Yes, Hazel.
“He’ll pick me up at the Gate today, won’t he?”
—Of course. You said just after four o’clock.
“Yes, that’s right. And… I’ll be starving by then.”
—You will be. Come straight here and we’ll have dinner together.
“Alright, I will. I’ll be there soon. See you later, husband!”
—Yes, my dear. I’ll be waiting at the Gate.
I exchanged a few more farewells with Noah before cutting the Communication Tool.
“There. Done.”
With all the things I’d mentioned to Nizela, she’d be far too busy with preparations to think of anything else.
She’d probably been rushing around since last night.
I wiped the portable Communication Tool clean with my sleeve, tucked it into Nizela’s pocket, and began organizing the rest.
‘One shot, everything clean.’
I packed only the essentials and had the Hotel burn everything else.
One o’clock in the afternoon.
The carriage carrying Eggmen and Ginger had already departed toward their destination.
I’d finished cleaning thoroughly, leaving not a single strand of hair behind.
The obsessive tidying—unnecessary as it was—came from a nagging unease.
Afterward, I checked the Hotel’s main entrance through the window.
I’d deliberately told them not to send any carriages, and thankfully, none appeared.
“…Now we go.”
I spoke to Annie, who was carrying half my luggage.
Annie nodded, her expression noticeably more tense than usual.
As I left the Hotel, I sent off the carriage carrying Nizela and the servants toward the Transportation Gate leading to Ferarium.
I was careful not to forget applying Hypnosis to the coachman before sending him on his way.
Now we’d kill some time at the Gate before crossing into Ferarium in one clean leap.
When the carriage became smaller than my fingernail, we began moving urgently.
We climbed into the first carriage. Without even running, I was already breathless.
“We’ll switch carriages ten times before entering Pairont. In between, we’ll use Transportation Scrolls. I brought motion-sickness medicine just in case—would you like some?”
Annie glanced out the window once, then firmly drew the curtains shut. She held out a vial of potion, its purple liquid sloshing gently inside.
“…I’m fine. You drink it, Annie.”
“I deliberately didn’t bring a portable Communication Tool. That way, even if Ginger or Eggmen gets caught, we can still escape. So be patient and don’t ask questions until we reach Pairont.”
“Understood.”
Annie said she didn’t take on jobs like this often, yet she executed each step flawlessly in perfect order.
Thanks to her thoroughness, I only needed to keep up.
The moment we passed through the outer gate of the Capital, we switched carriages.
The transfer to a different colored carriage took less than a minute.
Before we’d even settled into our seats, the carriage lurched forward, its curtains drawn dark once more.
……
I clasped my hands together to hide my agitation.
That wasn’t enough, so I pressed my opposite thumb hard with one hand until it hurt.
Once I’d worked through all ten fingers, my tension eased considerably.
After about an hour of travel, another carriage was waiting.
Over several exchanges, we switched carriages, tore through Transportation Scrolls, switched again, growing steadily farther from the Capital.

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“It looks like we’ll arrive at Ferarium around four o’clock tomorrow afternoon. We timed our departure to match the three o’clock checkout from the Hotel.”

Four o’clock tomorrow afternoon.
Kailas had been waiting for the day Hazel would return.
The moment he recognized his feelings for Hazel, his heart began to bloom and flourish, as if watered by spring rain.
How beautiful her smile would be if he did better from now on.
Kailas glanced at the clock.

“The Director has been singing about wanting the Choux Cream and Cannele that you made since yesterday. Even though I found something similar for her, she keeps saying she wants yours. I think she’ll be pleased if you keep that in mind.”

Throughout her stay in the Capital, the food hadn’t agreed with her, and Hazel’s appetite had dropped considerably.
It weighed on him.
Nizela had been keeping her fed as instructed, but for Hazel—who ordinarily only spoke of what she wanted when asked—to name something she desired so directly was rare enough that he wanted to make it happen.
So he’d begun preparing last night and had been making Cannele and Choux Cream ever since, intent on having her eat them.
As he looked at the satisfying results, imagining Hazel’s smile, he noticed it was already three o’clock.
‘I should start getting ready to head out.’
That way, he’d catch the look of surprise on her face.
Even as the thought crossed his mind, Kailas found himself laughing—a hollow sound.
He was doing all this for someone else.
Even as he moved of his own accord, he was astonished at himself.
And yet, wanting to do it anyway made him feel somewhat like a fool.
Was this really what affection felt like?
He’d only ever known how to tower over others, bending things to his whim—it was all foreign to him.
What was this, anyway.
What was that small woman doing to him.
Yet his hands were more careful than ever as he packed the desserts Hazel loved.
He was placing the last Choux Cream into the box.
Crash!
Kailas’s crimson eyes darted to the side.
A cup half-filled with water had suddenly fallen, splattering droplets across his trousers.
More than the glass shards scattering across the floor, the fact that his concentration had been broken left an unpleasant edge to his gaze.
Tsk.
Kailas carelessly swept the shattered glass fragments aside with his foot.
Then, leaving the glass shards as they were, he picked up the box and headed out to meet Hazel.

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