After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 134
Sebelia quietly looked up at him.
Her blue eyes traced the faint smile on his lips, the drooping eyelashes like willow leaves, and then the deep sorrow in his golden eyes.
“Is that so…?”
Sebelia spoke calmly, biting her lip. Unlike yesterday, today, she wasn’t here to blame Dehart. She hadn’t shown herself to threaten him about knowing his place.
I just hope that no one gets hurt because of me.
Especially if it’s because of something he’s doing to get her medicine.
But she couldn’t say that plainly. Sebelia was still confused about how she should treat him. Should she hurt him intentionally to release the long-held resentment? Should she hurt someone who is doing all this for her?
I, I don’t know.
Sebelia didn’t have enough time or experience to make a decision. But one thing was clear.
Whether it’s because of guilt or self-satisfaction, his actions are ultimately moving in a direction that helps me.
So, she didn’t want to give unnecessary wounds to someone who was walking a difficult path for her.
Instead of digging up past mistakes and blaming Dehart, Sebelia raised both hands. Her hands, carefully cupping something, extended toward Dehart.
“Take it.”
In a daze, Dehart extended his hand. With a soft sensation, something moved on his palm. Dehart gasped in surprise.
“Wait…”
“I know it wasn’t meant to be overheard.”
Sebelia continued speaking, never taking her eyes off the little blue bird, which was gently fluttering in his palm.
“I overheard that there might be difficulties in communicating with the herb gatherers going down to the valley. This little one will help.”
“….”
“It’s also an apology for the harsh words I spoke yesterday. I hope you’ll accept it.”
Sebelia’s voice trembled slightly as she avoided his gaze. Dehart looked at her in disbelief. Was she really worried about him?
He steadied his breath, trying to calm his racing mind, and pulled the little bird into his chest.
“T-thank you.”
“…”
“But a deep valley like that is too difficult for such a little creature.”
As he spoke, Dehart looked around for a basket to carry the small bird. Sebelia suddenly realized her mistake. She should have explained that the blue bird wasn’t just an ordinary bird.
“If that’s the case…”
Just as Sebelia was about to explain the blue bird’s true nature,
“Can I interrupt for a moment?”
Claude, who had been watching the two of them from a distance, stepped forward with a nervous expression, cutting into the conversation. He looked as though he was unsure whether he was doing the right thing.
“Mr. Claude?”
“Sorry, I really am sorry. Ah, I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner.”
Sebelia was confused by his muttered words. Claude, rubbing his head and shaking it, suddenly looked up. His eyes were wild, and without thinking, Sebelia nearly stepped back.
Claude carefully placed his hand over Dehart’s hand and spoke in a cautious tone.
“If it’s about sending messages, this little one will be much more helpful.”
Whoosh!
A small light flickered from under his palm. A red butterfly flutters its wings and rises into the air, flying gracefully between his fingers.
The butterfly fluttered around their heads before landing on Dehart’s shoulder, scattering little sparks of light.
[Please take care of me.]
A soft and deep voice echoed directly into Sebelia’s mind. She froze, her eyes wide open, as if struck by lightning.
No way. Wait, could it be?
As if to confirm her suspicions, the red butterfly flutters its wings again and lands back onto Dehart’s hand, speaking once more.
[I’m Alos, the illusion spirit created by Claude.]
* * *
There was no time to be surprised.
“Ha.”
Sebelia let out a breath, pressing her throbbing eyes with her hand.
If she hadn’t misinterpreted what she saw, what Claude just did was clearly illusion magic. But that wasn’t the only problem.
An illusion spirit? What is that? To greet someone naturally like a person… Is that even possible? Wait, if that’s true…
Sebelia looked down at the blue bird, swallowing hard. Could it be that a self-aware illusion is called an illusion spirit? It was as if a large hammer had hit her head. She felt dazed. With her stiffened tongue, Sebelia managed to speak.
“Claude, what is going on here?”
That was all she could ask. Reading the confusion on her face, Claude shook his head and spoke.
“I’ll explain later. Dehart, there’s no time, go now. Alos will handle the communication.”
Leaving Sebelia, still in shock, Claude pushed Dehart forward.
“Wait…!”
“There’s no time for this!”
Dehart, still concerned about Sebelia, hesitated to move. But they couldn’t afford to waste any more time. Instead of a final word, he hugged the blue bird tightly and stepped into the forest.
