My Contract Husband Demands a Divorce - Chapter 6

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“How many times have I implored you not to do anything reckless? One of these days, you are truly going to face disaster!”
Though he was nagging, Papilion knew the truth.
Yulisian Kleinheits was not the type of man to look away from injustice. He was a man who would rather throw away his life than do that.
It was that very nature that made Papilion admire and follow him. Yet, at times, seeing him act so recklessly brought genuine anxiety.
Papilion gripped the reins with one hand, halting for a moment as he rummaged through the inside of his coat.
“I really must resign this to—. *Ack!*”
Before he could even pull out the resignation letter, the breath was knocked right out of him.
Yulisian had grabbed Papilion by the scruff of his neck and hauled him off the horse.
Simultaneously, a dagger flying from nowhere pierced the horse’s neck. The blade must have been poisoned, for the animal collapsed immediately, convulsing on the ground.
Checking to ensure Papilion was unharmed, Yulisian dismounted and drew his sword.
“Papilion, take my horse.”
“What?”
“It’s easier for me to fight alone than to try and protect you. Ride back and fetch help.”
It was a rational assessment.
The only sharp instrument Papilion had ever held in his life was a pen nib.
Knowing this truth all too well, Papilion obediently scrambled onto the horse.
“I shall return shortly!”
Papilion kicked the horse’s flanks and bolted straight ahead.
The assassins did not pursue the fleeing secretary. Instead, now that the witness had vanished, they revealed themselves openly, aiming straight for Yulisian’s throat.
Though a habitual smile graced his lips, Yulisian’s eyes flared with open contempt.
“Only five of you. It seems I have been vastly underestimated.”
Deflecting the incoming strikes and cutting down the assassins did not take long at all.
Because it proved so easy, a sense of doubt began to creep in.
‘Could they have been sent merely to stall me?’
Driven by an instinctive dread, Yulisian spun around.
It happened just as he was about to sprint back toward the Grand Temple.
*Schwing.*
A chilling sound of scraping metal echoed behind his back. He twisted his body in immediate reaction. Yet, the razor-sharp blade had already slashed across Yulisian’s back.
The man who had suddenly materialized attempted to flee the very moment he was sprayed with Yulisian’s blood.
Yulisian steadied his collapsing frame and spun around, channeling the momentum of the rotation into his sword to strike the man down.
*Clang!*
The man barely managed to parry Yulisian’s strike, staggering backward.
Even as he felt his blood pouring out, Yulisian did not halt his assault.
The longer the confrontation dragged on, the worse it would be for the injured party.
He threw his full weight into the sword to overpower the man swiftly.
The man’s body was pushed back violently.
From the recoil, the large hood fell halfway off, exposing his face.
Ashen hair. Hollow brown eyes. A pale face cloaked in a gloomy aura.
It was a person he had seen standing beside Kildian before.
“Scheit Huniswald.”
As if he had never expected Yulisian to recognize him, an expression of sheer panic crossed Scheit’s face.
That emotional agitation created an opening.
The moment Scheit’s stance faltered slightly, Yulisian swept his leg out.
Losing his balance, Scheit dropped his sword. Intending to engage in close-quarters combat instead of using a blade, he lunged forward to pin Yulisian down.
But Yulisian was not easily overcome.
He grabbed Scheit’s shirt and twisted his own body.
*Snap.* The sound of something breaking echoed, and a round metallic object fell into his palm.
Yulisian shoved it into his pocket while drawing a dagger and pressing it against Scheit’s throat.
Even through the pouring rain, the sound of thundering hooves echoed from afar.
It was the sound of Papilion returning.
Yulisian endured the waves of nausea brought on by the massive blood loss, fighting to keep his fading consciousness intact.
“Every time my brother does something bizarre, the names of Saidel Nishurban and you are always written in the reports.”
“……”
“I will personally deliver you to my brother. I am sure he will be absolutely delighted.”
Though he expected some form of resistance, Scheit Huniswald remained surprisingly docile.
Moreover, his lips trembled as he let out a bizarre laugh.
Sensing an ominous shift, Yulisian attempted to throw his body aside.
A powerful impact shattered against his chest.
Beyond his blurring vision, he saw the retreating back of Scheit Huniswald.
…And then, his own body collapsed upon the earth.
‘What in the world is…….’
In a semi-transparent state, he hovered in the air like a phantom, staring down at his own fallen corpse.
He tried to re-enter the body multiple times, but it proved futile. He was deflected away as if blocked by an invisible barrier.
Furthermore, his consciousness was fading rapidly.
‘Am I to die like this?’
He could see Papilion rushing toward him alongside the guards.
Yet Yulisian,
“He is still breathing! Quick, to the Mansion…….”
Lost consciousness entirely while listening to Papilion’s desperate shouts.
“……”
When he opened his eyes once more, the first thing he beheld was an unfamiliar woman.
Slightly drooping eyes, large and innocent purple irises. Softly waving light-blue hair framing delicate features.
She was a woman who exuded a naturally lovely aura just by sitting still.
Yet Yulisian did not lower his guard, moving instantly to pin the woman down.
Her fragile frame gave way effortlessly to his simple movement.
It was so remarkably easy that it caught him off guard, but Yulisian masked his surprise.
‘An assassin?’
The face revealed beneath the moonlight was pristine, her eyes clear and devoid of malice.
He had encountered all manner of killers since his youth, but he had never seen an assassin who looked this innocent.
For a split second, his tension almost melted away.
‘She wants to catch me off guard before launching a surprise attack.’
She was likely an assassin who specialized in utilizing a honey trap.
Steeling his resolve, he subtly exerted pressure over Amarynthis.
However, that misconception did not last long.
‘This is……. This is not my body.’
He had become an entirely different person.
Of all things, he had entered the vessel of the very culprit who had reduced him to that state.
‘Is this a dream?’
He wanted to deny reality, but his senses were precise.
Perhaps due to being swept up in such an unrealistic phenomenon, his thoughts kept grinding to a halt. Yulisian forced himself to focus entirely on pragmatic matters.
‘The assassins had set an ambush in advance. Only the butler should have known that I was going to meet the Pope.’
Meaning, information had leaked from the inside.
He did not want to suspect the butler who had protected his side since childhood, but……. Perhaps the butler had betrayed him.
Or perhaps a spy was hidden within the ranks.
His mind cooled to a freezing point. Confusion settled in, replaced instantly by sharp reason.
‘For the time being, I must live as Scheit Huniswald to investigate my brother’s plans and uncover the traitor.’
Yulisian resolved to gather information while operating as Scheit Huniswald until he could find a way to return to his original body.
To achieve that, he needed to understand what kind of man Scheit truly was.
And conveniently, Scheit’s wife happened to be standing right before him.
‘If she is his wife, she must know Scheit Huniswald well.’
Before initiating a leading interrogation, Yulisian intended to engage in light conversation to lower her guard.
However,
“Who are you?”
Amarynthis threw that very question out of nowhere.
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Silence.
As the quiet stretched on, her body grew rigid. She cast a subtle glance at Scheit.
He wore a faint smile, his face completely unreadable.
His legs were crossed elegantly, his toes occasionally tapping the air.
Thanks to that, she achieved complete certainty.
‘Feigning amnesia is indeed a lie.’
If someone were truly suffering from amnesia, they ought to be plunged into confusion when their very identity was denied.
Yet Scheit showed no signs of agitation whatsoever.
After much deliberation, only two possibilities remained.
1. Someone else is pretending to be Scheit.
It sounded plausible, but it felt incorrect.
Scheit’s palms were covered in scars that looked as though they had been hacked to pieces.
And the Scheit standing before her eyes now possessed those identical scars.
One could somehow replicate similar scars. But would a person who went to such lengths fail to realize that Scheit was left-handed?
Therefore, the idea of an impostor pretending to be Scheit made no sense.
Which left only one remaining possibility.
2. He is using amnesia as an excuse to show his true colors.
This was the most plausible explanation.
The problem lay in the fact that she could not fathom either his reason for hiding his true nature, or his reason for revealing it now.
Is he trying to drag me into whatever business left him drenched in blood? I truly hope it is nothing of the sort.
With a heavy heart, she stared at Scheit’s coat crumpled on the floor when he suddenly spoke.
“It seems I am vastly different from how I was before losing my memories.”
What is this? Why is he asking that now?
It isn’t even real amnesia.
For now, she decided to smile. Pretending to be ignorant would surely keep her from getting entangled in troublesome matters.
“Indeed. You used to be left-handed, you see. Yet now, you seem to use your right hand much more frequently.”
“Is that why you doubted my identity?”

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