After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 106
When Sebelia received Denisa’s express mail and was leaving Elsique, she had made one request at the inn in case Denisa came looking for her.
[If someone mentions my appearance and shows a ring that matches this one, please deliver the letter I left behind.]
Time passed relentlessly. If she was in Suffredi now, she could send a letter to check if Denisa had visited, but that seemed like an impossibility at the moment.
I don’t feel comfortable asking Claude for help.
Setting aside the fact that Dehart had lost his memory, Claude was undoubtedly a member of the Inverness family. It didn’t sit well with her to entrust something that could reveal her identity to someone who posed a potential risk.
“How should I—”
As Sebelia let out a sigh absentmindedly, a familiar voice called from behind.
“Are you feeling unwell?”
It was Dehart. He approached with worry reflected in his golden eyes. It was still hard for her to adapt to the gentle softness of his gaze, which used to be sharp and piercing.
“No, I’m just feeling a bit stifled being cooped up in the house.”
“I see.”
“Yes.”
Sebelia fidgeted with the edge of the magazine, avoiding his gaze. Dehart placed the basket of cookies on the table and looked out the window.
It doesn’t seem like she’s truly feeling stifled. Perhaps it’s still too much to expect an honest answer from her.
Feeling a bit downcast, Dehart began fiddling with the edge of the cookie basket he had brought, unsure of what to do in this situation. Everyone around him had always adjusted to his moods; he had never done that for anyone else.
No matter how much he tried to imitate Eli’s actions, he could never completely replicate his essence. In short, Dehart felt like an empty shell.
“Ha.”
“Phew…”
The two of them sighed simultaneously and then looked at each other in surprise. Their gazes collided in midair, and both quickly turned their heads away. It was almost like a scene from a comedy. Claude, passing by, witnessed the moment and clicked his tongue.
“Come over and learn how to do blanket laundry.”
“……”
“You can’t be a man and not know how to wash the blankets.”
Despite Dehart’s intense gaze, Claude stood his ground. Dehart let out a silent sigh and pushed the basket a little closer to Sebelia before standing up.
* * *
“What’s going on?”
As he stepped into the backyard, the chilly autumn sunlight fell on Dehart’s face. Claude opened his mouth while filling a large wooden tub with water.
“I was talking to Bella earlier, and we briefly mentioned Suffredi.”
“So?”
Dehart asked as he brought over a blanket to air out. Claude paused and continued.
“Did you happen to bring any knights to Suffredi?”
“Ah.”
“I’ve heard from people in the village across that the atmosphere in Suffredi is quite tense. Knights in unmarked uniforms are said to be roaming around here.”
Swish. The blanket slipped from Dehart’s grasp and fell onto the grass. Claude gasped and scolded him. However, Dehart wasn’t in the mood to hear his nagging.
“…Damn it, I forgot to reach out.”
“So you didn’t come alone after all.”
“How much time has passed?”
It was only then that Dehart realized he had completely lost track of time with Sebelia. He wasn’t just talking about after he discovered she was real.
From the moment he was freed and faced Sebelia, he had already lost his rationality.
“It’s been almost a week since you arrived here.”
“Damn, what a mistake.”
Dehart groaned softly. During all that time, he hadn’t once thought of the knights he had left behind. It wasn’t hard to understand.
His mind had been in chaos every single day since then. He had neither the capacity nor the time to think about anything other than Sebelia.
“How could I forget about them? It’s been so long, and I didn’t feel anything was off.”
“…When a person becomes engrossed in something, it’s common to let everything else slip away, whether intentionally or not.”
Claude said this while shaking off the dirt from the blanket, speaking with a hint of self-deprecation. He had experienced similar moments himself, like when he frantically searched for Rosalyn, believing she might still be alive.
“But you’re lucky. Most people waste time and only realize they were caught up in a futile fantasy after losing everything they had.”
“…Is that so?”
With a sigh, Dehart pressed his fingers to his temples before looking at Claude.
“I need to contact Eli immediately. I have no idea what that guy has been up to down there.”
He was the type to ask the Baron for a residence because he didn’t like his current living situation. To leave someone like that for two weeks was unsettling. Dehart felt a chill creep down his neck.
