My Husband Lives in a Painting - Chapter 62

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My Husband Lives in a Painting, Episode 62
“Hnngh……!”
A shock that felt like it pierced straight through my skull radiated through my entire body, and my breath caught hard.
But I gritted my teeth and slammed my head against the boulder again.
Thud—!!
Once more.
Crack—!!
And again.
The men confronted with this sudden madness no longer even thought of giving chase.
“What… what is she doing?”
“Is that woman insane……?”
In that moment, something hot trickled down across my forehead.
When I wiped my brow with trembling fingers, my fingertips turned crimson in an instant.
‘Perfect!’
Without hesitation, I smeared that blood across the stone.
Everywhere my finger passed, a red line remained.
I traced a rectangular border, and in the final moment, marked a small circle where a door handle would be.
I drew a deep breath and, with all my strength, shouted at the painting.
“Camille!”
The men reflexively looked around.
Their urgent eyes swept in all directions, mistaking it for a hidden companion leaping out.
“Wait… could there be more of them?!”
“Damn it……! Hey, shut her mouth, quickly!”
The men who rushed over tore me away from the boulder with rough hands.
“Camille! Camille!”
“Be quiet!”
“Open the door! Please, hurry!”
In that moment, an ominous premonition flashed through me.
‘What happens if I die here?’
Would my remaining soul naturally become his?
And what if he deliberately doesn’t come to save me?
My heart sank, but I clenched my teeth and squeezed out my voice to the very end.
“You said you’d come and save me!”
My hoarse voice shook the night sky.
“You said no matter where I am, you’ll come for me!”
“Damn…… is this really—!”
Unable to hold back any longer, a man raised his sword high, and the blade glinted in the moonlight filled my entire vision.
“Die!”
“……!”
Ah, it’s over.
Leaving a fleeting rush of final visions behind, I shut my eyes tight.
Right in that moment.
Whoooosh—
The painting carved into the boulder flared with blinding white light, erupting in a dazzling burst.
At the same time, dozens of pristine-white hands stretched out grotesquely from within the door, seizing the men’s limbs.
“What… what is this!”
“Ahhhhh!”
“Please…… help me!”
The seized men offered no proper resistance before they were sucked into the painting with screams.
Standing in shock at the sight unfolding before my eyes, I suddenly thought of Romaine.
“Romaine!”
The moment I turned my head, one of the white hands wrapped around her waist.
And finally, one last white hand slowly approached me.
“……!”
A wave of pure white light rushed in and enveloped my body gently.
As if being swallowed into the sun, I closed my eyes without thinking.
And when I opened them again.
Over an endless Flower Field, I was falling toward Camille, who stood with her arms outstretched.
“Ob!”
A welcome voice. But the moment I saw his face, my breath caught.
Camille’s eyes held a deep, visceral terror.
Yes.
Like someone who had nearly lost something precious.
* * *
An hour earlier.
A beautiful woman with lush crimson hair yawned as though bored.
“When exactly is she coming?”
The woman scowled and ungracefully hitched up her flowing skirts.
“Could I have misjudged her taste?”
The doubt that had flickered across her mind faded just as quickly.
“No, that can’t be it… Ob herself said I was pretty.”
When she’d shown her transformed feminine appearance, Ob’s eyes had widened in such genuine surprise. Camille smiled faintly and stretched across the ground.
‘I wonder what Ob’s doing right now.’
The more she thought about it, the more peculiar that woman seemed.
Someone who would surrender her soul to a Demon for revenge was hardly easy-going, yet she blushed so readily at his lightest words.
That quality was strangely endearing, and he found it impossible to resist the urge to tease her.
‘I wish I could see her soon. I wonder if she’d stop by.’
A smile settled across his face, replacing the boredom that had filled it moments before.
He wanted to continue like this.
It was then that an unexpected unease brushed across his mind.
“…Ah.”
Once he killed Densum, his Contract with Ob would end as well.
He would consume Ob’s soul entirely and emerge from the Painting as completely free, unbound at last.
…In a world without Ob.
So the casual jokes he exchanged with her, the quiet afternoons where he ran his fingers through her hair, the peaceful daily life they shared—none of it could exist in the days to come.
His chest suddenly tightened.
‘Why is that?’
The question unsettled him.
‘Do I… care for her?’
No, that couldn’t be right.
From the very beginning, his sole purpose had been to steal Ob’s soul.
Every tender word spoken as a devoted husband, every act of affection—they had all been nothing but deception, a way to blind her to the truth.
Yes.
That’s what he’d thought all along.
But the doubt spread relentlessly, branching into the most raw and unavoidable question.
‘Then what am I?’
Camille could not remember who he had been before.
‘And if I escape the Painting… what will I do then?’
Like a frog dreaming of life beyond its well, Camille tried to envision an uncertain future.
But the image wouldn’t form. Especially not one where Ob didn’t exist.
As the headache deepened, he did what he’d always done—defer the dilemma to his future self.
“…No, it doesn’t matter. I just need to get out first.”
Once that happened, all these questions would resolve themselves naturally.
Yes. It surely would.
“Camille!”
A voice suddenly shattered the silence.
“…Ob?”
Camille jerked upright reflexively.
She should have been resting in the Western Territory by now—why—
“Open the door!! Hurry!!”
“…!”
The moment her voice rang out again, the flowers trembled violently, as though infected by their master’s terror.
When dark clouds of a color he’d never seen before rolled in, Camille knew with sudden certainty that something had gone terribly wrong.
“Ob! Where are you?!”
“Camille!! Camille!!”
“Where?!”
The voice wasn’t coming from the canvas she usually passed through.
“Damn it…!”
Camille flew toward the Cottage first.
But when he opened every door, there was no sign of Ob anywhere.
Even as the danger in that voice continued to pierce the world.
“Camille!”
“Damn it—Ob!”
His heart hammered as though it might shatter at any moment.
In the end, spellbound, he flew toward the center of the Flower Field.
But the instant he looked up and scanned his surroundings, a small square shape entered his field of vision.
And then he saw it.
“Ob! What in the name of—”
Ob’s form, eyes clenched shut.
A sharp blade raised high behind her back.
“Die!!”
Thud—
It was the moment Camille’s reason fractured.
* * *
“Mm…….”
“…….”
“Say, how much longer are you going to hold me like this?”
Nestled among the scattered flowers, I asked carefully from within Camille’s arms.
But instead of answering, he drew me closer with both arms, warm and fragrant.
“Camille—”
“Don’t say anything.”
“…….”
Obedient to the sudden silence he’d imposed, I only then felt the faint tremor running through him.
Listening closely, I heard his heartbeat distinctly—wild, threatening to burst.
Then my eyes caught the scarlet stain blooming across his white shirt.
“Don’t look. There’s nothing good to see.”
When I tried to lift my head, Camille pressed the back of my skull firmly down.
Yet in his forceful gesture, I read an even clearer answer.
“……You killed them?”
“Yeah.”
“All of them?”
“All of them.”
His matter-of-fact tone left me momentarily without words.
But soon enough, I opened my mouth to settle one final question.
“Romaine……”
“She’s in the Cottage. Put her to sleep good and deep, so just carry her out later. She won’t remember anything—a decent explanation should do fine.”
“I see.”
‘So they’re both alive. That’s a relief.’
The moment I realized there was nothing more to fear, the tension that had locked my body rigid began to drain away.
I surrendered myself completely to Camille’s embrace and closed my eyes in stillness.
As I slowly steadied my breathing, his wild heartbeat seemed to settle in time with mine, growing calm.
‘Was he worried about me?’
I tilted my head up slightly and looked at his face.
But his expression remained difficult to make out.

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