After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 147
The tremble in his legs as he ignored the knight’s orders, and in that moment, he tried to step forward.
“Mr. Karl!”
Sebelia and Watts, who had fallen behind, were now close by. Claude hesitated. The knight turned back after seeing them, and the light from the lamp grew distant.
“Are you alright?”
“You should’ve taken it slower, like I told you.”
Sebelia and Watts scolded him as soon as they saw him. They thought he had fallen because he was rushing. Without offering an apology, they grabbed him.
“What’s wrong? If you’re feeling dizzy or—”
Cold fingers, without warmth, grasped Sebelia’s wrist. Watts did the same, both looking at him with concern.
“We need to go up immediately.”
The barely audible voice was mixed with the fierce wind. The low tone trembled as if filled with anxiety. Sebelia swallowed, and as Claude took a step closer to her, he whispered with desperate eyes.
“Alos is panicking. He’s asking for help.”
“What?”
“Sorry, I’ll go ahead. You can follow at your own pace, but I can’t wait. I need to go to him right now.”
His voice grew firmer toward the end, but the light from the lamp cast a distorted reflection in his eyes.
“What are you saying? Get a grip!”
Watts tried to grab his shoulder, but it was no use. Claude brushed past them, ignoring the knight, and quickly disappeared into the distance. The knight’s shocked shout echoed through the mountains.
“What’s going on? Stop right now!”
The cold wind mocked Sebelia’s cheek as it passed.
‘Inverness people really have no sense of consideration.’
If they just explained the situation, wouldn’t it be better? Were they really going to force him to faint and hold him back just because of a word? She couldn’t understand.
Frustrated, Sebelia clenched her lips and lifted her cold eyes. Once again, it seemed like the best course of action with Inverness men was to restrain them before they started charging around. Although this time, it was a little too late.
“Let’s follow. Based on his reaction, something must have happened to Dehart.”
Sebelia tightened her grip on the lamp and looked back at Watts. His face was as cold as hers.
“Let’s go.”
The lamp shook roughly as it was held, spilling light in all directions.
* * *
The glowstone’s light was weak and inadequate. Dehart scowled at the lines of glowstones along the valley floor.
“Trying to light up this vast place with this… ridiculous idea.”
He should’ve come down from the start. Sneering, Dehart clenched his fist and then released it.
The air was split with a sharp sound, the walls echoing as it vibrated through the space. The knights who had followed Dehart onto the valley floor witnessed a scene where a piercing light shattered the darkness.
“This is…”
It felt as if thousands of snowflakes were suspended in the air. Each one seemed to hold light, trembling as though they were about to burst.
Despite everything, the valley, filled with little flashes of lightning, was breathtaking. It was a view no one had seen before, leaving everyone speechless. Even Eli, who was usually unshaken, was mesmerized by the sight of the galaxy flowing above.
As the knights stood stunned, Dehart’s sharp voice cut through the silence.
“Split into two groups, starting from the ends and converging in the middle. I’ll take the left side. Eli, you take the rest of the knights to the right.”
“Yes!”
Eli gathered the few remaining knights and ran to the right side of the valley. No one questioned why Dehart was going alone to the left—it was simply understood.
“Damn it…”
Having seen nothing but the edges of the glass flowers for two weeks, his patience had worn thin. He was on edge, ready to snap if anyone even slightly provoked him. In this moment, anyone who dared get in his way or damage even a single petal of the glass flowers would surely meet their end.
I need to find where the water has collected and frozen first.
Cough, blood splattering from his mouth. The strain from using his powers and removing the restraints had taken its toll. Wiping the blood from his face, he continued forward.
Before long, against all odds, he found the glass flowers. The incompetence of the herbalists had been revealed.
“…Ha!”
Dehart chuckled bitterly and set down the gathering equipment he had brought with him. He snapped his fingers.
The lightning that had been illuminating the valley disappeared in an instant.
“Hoo.”
Focus. Dehart took a deep breath and carefully picked up the gathering tools with trembling hands. Now, only the faint glow of the glowstones illuminated the glass flowers in the dark.
Honestly, the dim light was frustrating, but it couldn’t be helped. Harvesting glass flowers was a delicate process, and he couldn’t waste his concentration on keeping the lightning going.
“…”
Soon, the roots of the glass flowers were exposed. As he gently used a brush to dust off the soil clinging to them, he froze.
Crack.
In that split second, their gazes met. Dehart instantly recognized the figure standing behind him.
“Henkit…!”
Dressed in the shabby garb of a herbalist, with his face wrapped tightly, Henkitt raised his sickle. In the dim light, the sharp blade gleamed.
