After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 143
[There’s a strange energy here.]
The darkness was spreading, tinting the sky with deep hues. After finishing the evening tasks, Dehart watched the herbalists from afar as they made their way up. The red butterfly fluttered slowly around his shoulder, scattering sparks of light in the air. When Dehart raised his hand, Alos gently perched on it.
And repeated the same words.
[Since earlier, I’ve been shaken by a strange energy. It’s very frightening, ominous energy. I almost got caught and torn to pieces.]
Alos spoke in a clear, melodic voice. So what, is it scary? Dehart’s brows furrowed.
“Stop with the nonsense and tell me exactly what’s going on.”
At his harsh response, Alos flapped its wings as if pretending to be hurt. The wings, with their colors as delicate as gemstone cuts, shimmered in the darkness.
[Be careful near the valley, Duke. The secret of the gods lies hidden there.]
“Seems like the cockroaches sitting idly in the city didn’t do their job properly.”
The city of fallen gods, Suffredi. Thinking of the fools who gathered to uncover its mysteries, their heads covered in mold, Dehart scowled.
The cryptic words of the red butterfly were ultimately telling him that ancient relics lay beneath the valley, and that could have a very bad influence on collecting the glass flowers.
If it causes unnecessary concern, it’ll definitely backfire.
Tsk. Dehart clicked his tongue and called out to Eli. Eli, who had been watching Alos warily from a distance, had a deadpan expression on his face.
* * *
“You called for me, Miss Bella?”
When Watts stepped onto the third-floor corridor, following the canary-shaped illusion, the situation had already been resolved.
“What I’m looking at right now…”
“The unconscious Claude, with Maya perched on top of him. That’s right.”
“…I see.”
Watts nodded as if he understood. Sebelia, in turn, unfolded her arms and began explaining the situation.
“Mr. Claude suddenly insisted on going to the valley, and I had no choice but to…”
“Did Maya tackle him?”
Watts spoke with a knowing tone as he checked Claude’s pulse. Sebelia, watching this, shook her head with a bitter expression.
“No, I did.”
“You, Miss Bella?”
Watts looked up at her, kneeling on one knee in surprise. Sebelia bit her lip, not sure what to say in response.
“I’m sorry. I must have used the illusion without thinking, thinking I had to hold onto Mr. Claude.”
She recalled the events that had just taken place. Sebelia, thinking it over, concluded that moving right now would be dangerous. It was already well past evening, and if they went down to Suffredi, it would almost certainly be dawn by the time they arrived.
‘Moreover, the knights of Inverness won’t allow ‘Karl Appenz,’ the assistant to the doctor, to accompany Dehart to the valley.’
It was a fact that became immediately obvious with a little thought. As Claude Inverness and Karl Appenz, he couldn’t possibly reach the valley. But despite all that, Claude remained stubborn.
[I can’t leave him alone again!]
At that moment, Claude had been eerily similar to Dehart. The sharp golden eyes glaring at her, the voice piercing into her ears. Sebelia thought that was probably why she lost her composure at that moment.
Afterward, there was only fragmented memory. Claude had shaken her off and rushed toward the stairs, and Sebelia had stretched her hand out desperately.
[Please calm down, Mr Claude. At least wait until morning…!]
It was the moment she grabbed his shoulder. She felt a spark erupt from her fingertips. Claude seemed to sense something strange as well. He turned back, startled, and their eyes met as everything seemed to slow down.
Whoosh-!
The intense heat from the tips of her fingers quickly engulfed her body. The heat wrapped around her heart. Like a storm awakening a calm lake, dormant power suddenly erupted. But it wasn’t Sebelia’s will that caused it.
A massive illusion, like a tidal wave, engulfed them and changed the world.
And the hallway became another space in an instant.
The once-grand hallway was transformed into a dense forest, and it was raining. In the midst of it all, the broken remains of a carriage lay scattered. Claude, upon seeing the scene, let out a short groan and collapsed to the ground.
[What is this…?]
As Sebelia regained her senses, she was bewildered and didn’t know what to do. It was then that Maya appeared. Thanks to Maya’s calm and collected attitude, Sebelia was able to finally think about calling for Watts.
“So there are no signs of physical assault.”
After a quick examination, Watts stood up and spoke.
“This is fainting due to excessive stress. There’s no need to worry too much. To be honest, I’d like to thank Miss Bella for stopping him.”
Was it okay to accept the gratitude? Sebelia looked down at Claude, lying in the hallway, looking pitiful with a troubled expression.
Maya was slapping his cheek.
