My Ex-Husband Came Back Crazy - Chapter 30

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Episode 30
Chapter 3. Upheaval (10)
A night when the moon hung long and low.
Seliah kept pressing down on her Robe, which threatened to slip backward again.
Beyond the high walls of Windmere, what greeted her was a sharp wind. The night air had the power to sweep away the tightness in her chest as easily as a wet Dress cast off—a sensation almost like freedom.
“Wasn’t it the right call to come out?”
It would have been better without this man here.
Seliah, who had been swallowing the joy created by the cascading moonlight and stars, let her gaze fall from the sky as his hand—fingers splayed wide—reached out and caught hers.
“Just a little farther.”
She gave a light tug at her fingertips, but it was as meaningless a gesture as any.
Watching the corners of his eyes crease deeply as he smiled, his teeth flashing bright, Seliah found herself remembering their earlier conversation.
— New memories must be built with me.
— If you come, I’ll make sure you have plenty of things to enjoy. I’ll even sell those items you told the merchant to stock, and the sky will be painted beautiful with fireworks.
Though she declined as though it were obvious, Lucius continued to try to seduce her with honeyed words.
The problem was that his words were perfectly calibrated to tempt an impatient Seliah.
Not the streets in broad daylight, but the streets at night.
Even Seliah—who frequently slipped outside, much to her father’s distress—had never tasted this before, and Lucius’s proposal had proved excellent on that account.
That was why they were now strolling through the Plaza as the sun set.
“Is there anywhere you’d like to see?”
While he confirmed their direction, Seliah quickly withdrew her hand from his.
There were various reasons she should humor Lucius appropriately, but her palm was growing uncomfortably warm, and she couldn’t bear it any longer.
“Anywhere is fine. I’m going to that street vendor over there.”
Lucius followed Seliah without particular complaint as she abandoned him and forged ahead. He had never raised a beast, but the way he trailed silently behind her was precisely like one.
Seliah redirected her attention elsewhere as she listened to the sound of his footsteps matching her pace.
Where the order of daylight had melted away, red lanterns spilled forth, along with the fragrant scent of spices and the laughter of people.
Her Robe slipped down again.
Each time the ribbon tied through her braided hair fluttered in the wind, it felt as though someone had loosened a knot that had bound her.
The clusters of light fell beautifully.
“……How beautiful.”
She gazed up at the moonlit night, completely forgetting that Lucius was beside her.
Lucius, who had been following a few steps behind, had by now positioned himself directly at her side.
He followed her gaze to the sky. His eyes, which had traced the paths of the stars, soon found their way to Seliah as though returning home.
As the silver light of night settled upon her, she looked like a new moon quietly blooming in the darkness.
The night sky reflected in her eyes was a most beautiful light. The deep, blue-black hue was like a tranquil Lake whose depths could not be fathomed, and over it the moonlight thinly seeped, casting silver ripples across the surface. The distant starlight trembled faintly in rhythm with her breath, shimmering quietly yet brilliantly.
“What are you looking at?”
“You.”
“Why?”
“How about we stop asking ‘why’ now?”
“……Why?”
That sight—cruelly beautiful—made Lucius want to sink quietly into the depths of her eyes.
Yet that desire, which had surged in an instant, belonged not to him but to someone else.
The night reflected in her eyes seemed to faintly brush against ‘his past self’—the person he no longer was. Incomprehensible things flooded in all at once, then vanished just as quickly.
“There’s no need to ask ‘why’ when I look at you.”
Lucius deliberately turned away from that sensation and concentrated on the Seliah before him.
Her two eyes, which had held the moonlight, now contained only him in their entirety.
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“You seem to be home a lot. Don’t you go out much?”
Was Lucius always this talkative?
Having discovered a single Glass Marble, Seliah held it up to the light and answered reflexively.
“I don’t like having escorts trailing behind me.”
“But it’s dangerous to go out alone.”
“So I don’t go out.”
“Hmm…….”
Of course, when she was at Brickwell, she had frequently slipped over the walls to roam about, but that fact was a secret from this Lucius, and secrets were best kept in silence.
“Then from now on, let’s go out together.”
Lucius, having paid for the Glass Marble that Seliah had been rolling in her palm, secured his purse carefully and placed his hand at her waist.
Since she kept pulling her hand away whenever he tried to take it, he had grown more direct.
“What do you usually do when you go out?”
In fact, placing his hand at her waist was not new.
It had already happened two or three times, and Seliah had slipped away each time like a fish escaping a net.
But the night streets were different from the day, and after stepping on her feet twice and colliding with her body three times, she had decided to use Lucius as a shield.
Even that goldfish-dropping nuisance could be useful sometimes.
His great height and sturdy frame—which she had never admired even once—proved ideal for navigating through crowds teeming like ants, and Seliah grudgingly had to admit this.
“I don’t go out that often…….”
As she turned her head, Seliah caught sight of a drunk passerby.
The man was so intoxicated he didn’t seem to realize his stomach had merged with the ground; his bloated belly was exposed to the sky. Offended by the sight of his protruding flesh, Seliah continued speaking to redirect her gaze.
“I mostly just go to the Boutique and then to the Tea Room. Nothing worth asking about.”
Beyond that, she sometimes went to the Park or Garden for a picnic, or boated on the Lake. For the record, Seliah preferred picnicking or the Lake to idle chatter.
“What about galleries or exhibitions?”
“Not my taste at all.”
It was Lucius who frequented such places.
Even though he’d lost his memory, his tastes remained unchanged—he was clearly making a face of regret.
Now that she thought about it, a private exhibition by a painter favored by the Empress was coming next month.
‘Surely I don’t have to go, do I?’
She vaguely remembered receiving an Invitation.
At that moment, Lucius pulled her waist deeper toward him. The sudden force caused Seliah’s feet to tangle, and she lost her balance.
“Oof!”
She staggered and buried her face against his forearm—more accident than intention.
“?”
After holding her face there for a few seconds, Seliah quickly raised her head.
Her movement was too hasty; her hair bounced lightly. It was the moment her lips were already shifting rapidly into a shape ready for protest.
“-Huh? H-hello?! You there, Lu?”
“…My goodness! What a coincidence to meet you here!”
What was that?
Sensing something approaching from a distance, Seliah tugged at his sleeve.
Lifting herself slightly, she could see unfamiliar people with delighted expressions peering through the space between his arm and body.
As about four or five people approached, Lucius lifted the hem of his Robe and swept her inside it.
Seliah’s face twisted in displeasure—as it naturally would.
“What are you doing?”
“Just a moment.”
Placing her inside his Robe wasn’t enough; he even hid her behind his back. His broad back blocked her view like a wall.
Fortunately for Seliah, before she could become truly irritated, she understood why he was being so alert. The sound of raucous laughter mixed with the smell of alcohol came flooding in all at once.
“You never come to our Club anymore—where have you been!”
“Maril waited for you forever! What happened? Have you been well?!”
The men embraced Lucius as though they’d found a lost comrade and began speaking.
“Lu, I missed you so much!”
“I never thought we’d run into each other in a place like this……!”
High-pitched laughter burst forth from them as well.
Lucius, who had been wary at first when strangers acted as though they knew him, now wore a troubled expression. Naturally, because of the gap in his memory, he couldn’t identify who they were.
Meanwhile, Seliah had caught on to the situation.
‘They look like Gentry from the way they’re dressed.’
If the strange name “Lu” they’d called out belonged to Lucius’s own “Lu,” she couldn’t use the excuse of mistaken identity. It was common knowledge that he associated freely with Gentry regardless of station.
Seliah’s eyes narrowed sharply.
‘He’s deciding whether to pretend he knows them or if they’re just drunk and mistaking him for someone else.’
Seliah, who had been holding her breath inside his Robe, could no longer contain herself and poked her head out. Though Lucius tried to stop her, she had already slipped free from his grasp.
The group surrounding Lucius froze in place.

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