After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 112
The day after Claude left, Sebelia went out for a walk with Maya. Dehart still looked dissatisfied, but since Watts had given his approval, he couldn’t argue.
“Leaving someone with an animal that might harm people at any moment… everyone’s so lenient.”
Sebelia was a little surprised. She hadn’t expected him to feel threatened by a mere cat.
Is he afraid of cats?
If Dehart knew, he’d probably be terribly upset, but there was no way for him to find out. Sebelia reached a clearing and pulled out the blue bird struggling inside her sleeve.
Peep-!
Maya’s eyes widened as she walked alongside Sebelia. She looked like she was going to jump at any moment.
Meow!
Maya liked being around the blue bird. It wasn’t exactly that she liked playing with it—her playstyle was a little too rough—but it was clear she would lose energy if the blue bird wasn’t around. So, she just liked having it nearby.
Because of that, Sebelia decided not to send the blue bird back for now. It was a reward for Maya, who had helped her practice with the illusions.
Tweet-! Meow!
“Alright, alright. Just wait a moment.”
Sebelia released the blue bird and Maya into the clearing. The blue bird immediately flew up and perched on Maya’s head before darting off. It was getting better at teasing with every passing day.
“Don’t go too far.”
Maya glanced back at her, as if to reassure her, and then locked eyes with Sebelia before running off after the blue bird. Sebelia smiled softly and sat down on a tree stump.
Soon, the illusion of Sebelia appeared, accompanied by a faint light. It seemed like it might blur slightly in the middle, but when Sebelia added more focus, the form became clear again.
She whispered something to her illusion, and the illusion’s eyes fluttered and then stopped. Sebelia watched quietly for a moment before asking a few questions.
“Bella, do you want to take your medicine?”
“I have a headache, and I want to rest.”
“Is trout okay for dinner?”
“I’m fine, so please leave me alone.”
It was a strange, almost nonsensical conversation. It seemed like it wasn’t working. Sebelia sighed and crossed her arms.
“Hmm… this is difficult. It’s hard to get the illusion to respond naturally to the situation.”
“I have a headache, and I want to rest,” and “I’m fine, so please leave me alone” were the phrases Sebelia had just whispered to the illusion. This method allowed her to make the illusion speak at specific times.
However, the problem was that she couldn’t make it say exactly what she wanted.
“Seems like illusions aren’t all-powerful after all.”
When she had used illusions to scare Flora and separate her from Dehart, she hadn’t noticed any of these problems. Back then, she simply had to cast a curse or speak a few words and disappear.
But this time, the situation was different. The illusion left behind in the mansion couldn’t disappear until she returned, and it couldn’t be discovered either. It had to be natural enough to fool the gazes of the three men, at least for a little while.
“Ugh…”
As Sebelia groaned, a soft sensation brushed against her ankle. Looking down, Maya was staring up at her, a blue bird perched on her head.
“Is it already that time?”
The walk was supposed to be just one hour. That was the condition Watts had set when he allowed Sebelia to take a walk with Maya. Sebelia reluctantly sent the illusion away with a regretful expression.
“…Alright, no need to rush. The treatment isn’t finished yet anyway.”
Thornbush disease was treatable but complicated. Most of the ingredients in the medicine came from the mountains of Rookwood, and the process was intricate. Because of this, Watts spent most of his time in the laboratory every day.
Sebelia suppressed her unease as she gently cradled the blue bird in her arms.
Tweet-
Soon, Maya proudly stood in front of her, staring at her as if urging her to follow. Sebelia nodded softly and began walking into the forest.
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In the garden of the mansion’s laboratory, wildflowers were growing untamed, creating a thick thicket. The sight of mixed wild roses, small violets, and nameless white flowers together wasn’t particularly pleasant to look at.
In front of it stood a man, holding pruning shears. It was Dehart, who had been kicked out by Watts.
“……”
With a sinking gaze, he glanced over the flower bed and started pulling out the nameless wildflowers. His hand gestures, filled with emotion, tore them from their roots without mercy.
“If only he wasn’t a doctor…”
Dehart’s eyes briefly darted to the second-floor study before returning to the flowers. The reason he had been kicked out of the study was that he got too scattered. Naturally, Dehart couldn’t accept that.
He had only been standing by the window, waiting to ensure that Sebelia returned at the proper time. He couldn’t calm down unless he saw her return with his own eyes.
This obsession had developed after he found Sebelia, whom he thought had disappeared, in the garden. After breakfast, he needed to see her come back from her walk with his own eyes to feel at ease.
Could this even be considered a sickness?
To become a doctor and discriminate against patients like this. Dehart stopped pulling the flowers and growled under his breath. What was even more ridiculous was the reason for his scattered thoughts.
He hadn’t been doing anything, just standing by the window, breathing. Yet that was apparently what bothered Watts. And the comment that followed was even more shocking:
