The Husband I Thought Was Dead Has Returned - Chapter 112

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The Husband Who Should Have Died Returns – Episode 112
Anna opened her eyes late in the evening, remembering nothing, and had reverted to a six-year-old child once more.
After playing with Hayden for a while, Anna eventually fell asleep in Yureain’s and Mila’s room alongside him.
Jake found himself swept up with Mila, Dorpin, and Cherez, heading off to interrogate the assassin.
‘I, I can dig the soil a bit. Um, I know how to use a hoe, and I’m quite skilled with a rake.’
Saying so, he clutched the farming tools he’d brought and cautiously followed behind them.
“My lady, try to get some rest.”
Yureain handed me a cup with a worried expression. It contained warm chrysanthemum tea, wisps of steam rising from it. It was a flower tea she’d dried herself last autumn.
“Ah, yes. Thank you?”
Though such things wouldn’t dispel my confusion.
After seeing Yureain out, I found myself alone in the bedroom for the first time in ages. Together with a compass that had lost its light.
I lay on the bed, clutching the compass that had turned to stone.
In the end, I was the only one left who knew the future.
Listen, someone up there in the heavens. Isn’t this too cruel to me?
“Sigh.”
If things continued like this, the world might actually perish?
Then should I just keep Hayden from becoming infected? But how exactly? Should I keep him away from the door? Now that Cherez has returned, perhaps it might be possible?
But what if Cherez becomes infected instead? What if someone else does? No, wait—Cherez said he defeated the Demon Lord, so isn’t it all over?
My thoughts chased their own tails. Yet within them lay no answers.
I’m going to lose my mind, truly!

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And at that very moment.
The interrogation had yielded nothing.
Jake hiccupped and covered his mouth.
“Cough.”
Even under brutal interrogation, the assassin revealed no information whatsoever.
“Listen. When you accept a contract, you should at least choose your clients carefully, shouldn’t you? Who handed you the money?”
“I, I… I really knew nothing!”
Dorpin sighed and stamped on the assassin’s thigh.
“I, I only received money from an intermediary. Truly. Please….”
Cherez smiled coldly.
Whatever rumors spread, people only remember the information they wish to hear. These men clearly hadn’t heard the rumor that the Duke of Bereidan had headed toward Carencia. And there was one more person here who hadn’t learned of that rumor.
Watching the assassin writhe in agony, Jake found himself unconsciously biting his lip. He was beginning to vaguely sense the identity of those living on the mountain.
‘They must definitely be of high status!’
Come to think of it, he’d resolved the matter with Ryukan and Sena in one go as well. Now they worked only for the Mountain Villa, no longer claiming any rights or authority.
Jake swallowed hard. Why hadn’t he thought of this until now!
The eyes of the simple-hearted farmer who raised pigs darted about frantically.
‘It, it must be a Knight family! The Knight Commander perhaps?’
Since Jake had never paid attention to news from the Southern Lord’s Castle, all of this remained foreign to him.
Cherez’s eyes narrowed to slits.
“Useless.”
His voice was low and glacial.
[Why choose the difficult path? There are countless things you could do. Let me lend you my strength. We’ll sweep away everything that irritates us.]
The one in my head is equally worthless.
Cherez brushed back his bangs.
The assassin trembled with fear. The fact that he alone had survived while all his comrades perished was terror in itself. Moreover, the aura of the man standing before him was far from ordinary.
Cherez stepped in front of him.
“What’s your name?”
“B-Bart, sir…”
“Bart.”
Cherez murmured the name. That alone caused the assassin’s shoulders to shrink inward.
“I have good news for you.”
A glimmer of hope flickered across his terrified eyes.
“I’m going to let you live.”
His expression changed.
“I-I’ll do anything!”
Cherez bent at the waist to meet the assassin’s eye level. His crimson irises gleamed with the color of blood.
The man shrank back as far as he could. He wanted to look away but found he couldn’t.
“The one who paid you was Countess Caslit.”
“What?”
He blinked.
“You need only testify that Countess Caslit was the one who hired you. If you still don’t understand…”
Cherez pressed firmly against the seated assassin’s throat.
“Ah, ahhhhh! I-I understand! I truly understand!”
“Then that’s fortunate.”
Cherez spoke matter-of-factly and straightened his posture.
The assassin sniffled and bowed his head.
At Cherez’s signal to Dorpin and Mila, the two dragged the assassin from the chair and bound him once more.
Then, together with Jake, who had witnessed everything, they exited the warehouse.
Jake cleared his throat awkwardly. He made an effort to fully stretch his massive frame.
Jake smiled uncomfortably and met Cherez’s gaze.
Cherez deliberately offered a benevolent smile.
“What is it? You seem to have something on your mind. Ah, you were quite helpful today. Thank you, Jake.”
“Ahem, ahem.”
Jake cleared his throat sheepishly and scratched his head. He wasn’t sure what he’d done, but it seemed to have been useful after all.
Jake asked in a trembling voice.
“…You seem to hold a very high station, sir.”
“I suppose that’s obvious?”
Cherez spoke with a hint of amusement in his voice. His time in Carencia had granted him peace, and with it came a newfound ease of mind.
Moreover, everything in this place was refreshingly unpretentious, and nothing concealed soot beneath its surface. People were no exception. In Jake’s eyes, his counterpart’s emotions lay utterly bare.
Cherez found it gratifying that Roana and Hayden had spent their time in such a place.
He acknowledged that their care had allowed Roana and Hayden to live more peacefully.
His kindness stemmed from that recognition.
“I, I believe you must hold a position within the Knight Order.”
“Mm.”
Cherez made a sound as he scratched his neck.
“If my limited understanding serves me correctly, you wouldn’t be the Commander of the Knight Order… would you?”
At Jake’s words, Cherez’s eyes widened. Then he said something that would astound Wills if he heard it.
“That’s right. I am Wills, Commander of the Southern Bereidan Knights. It’s a pleasure to meet you this way. I’m impressed you discerned my identity so readily.”
Dorpin and Mila turned to look at Cherez. They couldn’t fathom why he would tell such an obvious lie, but they could certainly see that Cherez appeared thoroughly delighted.
Cherez asked without wiping the smile from his lips.
“But what prompted you to ask such a thing?”
“You’ll be returning soon, won’t you?”
“I suppose I must.”
“…Then, might you also meet with the Duke?”
“Most likely.”
“…I’m uncertain whether a word from someone like me deserves to be conveyed.”
Jake’s ingenuous face flushed crimson. Even beneath the moonlight, it was plainly visible. Jake hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Please tell him I am grateful.”
“…Grateful for what?”
“The Southern Region enjoys peace because of House Bereidan. I live with pride in the knowledge that the Southern Region remains safe thanks to the dedication and sacrifice of House Bereidan. I wish to express my gratitude for all of it. Though I’m uncertain what good such thanks from a man like me could do.”
Cherez blinked. He had not anticipated hearing such words.
Dorpin and Mila also gazed at Jake with astonished eyes.
Cherez drew his hand across his face and spoke softly.
“It helped tremendously, truly a great deal. I mean it sincerely.”
Jake, unable to interpret the deeper meaning, released the tension he’d been holding and let out a laugh.
Night was falling over Carencia.

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