After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 151
It was clear from the notes that the leader, Sons, had ordered the delay in harvesting to buy time for safely smuggling away the relic.
“I, I… I am…”
Sons trembled, gripped by regret and fear.
Until just a few hours ago, he had looked down on Dehart and the knights. He had mocked them, thinking they were only good for handing over money and glowstones while standing idly, staring at the cliff below.
The whole group of herbalists shared this misconception. But it was all just an illusion. They had been inflating their own fantasies, recklessly trying to shape reality as they saw fit.
“Your filth of a hand had her life in it.”
Crack!
A bolt of lightning grazed Sons’ cheek, striking the ground below his feet. Before the blood could even flow from the wound, his cheek was scorched black. Sons couldn’t gather his thoughts.
“I’m, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! I’ll go down and gather everything! Everything I’ve brought so far…!”
“I don’t need it.”
In Dehart’s hands were two pristine glass flowers, untouched by any wounds. The white flowers trembled delicately in his grasp, glowing with an almost sacred beauty.
“I won’t trust anyone else with them again.”
The man, covered in dust and blood, grinned coldly as he held the fleeting hope he had grabbed with both hands. His eyes narrowed and gleamed with cold fury, golden eyes radiating anger.
“I… I’m…”
Sons finally realized that the man standing before him had vast wealth, enough to throw money around recklessly. He was even desperate enough to want the glass flowers so badly that he was willing to put glowstones in the valley below.
Gulp.
The sound of swallowing echoed through the silence. Dehart raised his hand toward the trembling Sons, who closed his eyes tightly in fear.
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Bang!
Another loud crash echoed from afar. Sebelia jumped in surprise, almost stumbling.
“Ugh.”
As she rose to her feet, the sharp scent of the underbrush filled her nose. The wildflowers in the darkness seemed to reach out and grab her ankles.
Sebelia brushed the entangling underbrush from her legs and started climbing the mountain again. She thought she had made some decent progress, but still, there was no sign of Claude.
“This is bad…”
Claude had abandoned the glowstone lamp and ran ahead. Although the lamp barely illuminated an inch of ground, in the pitch-black darkness, it had been their only guide.
If I still can’t see him, maybe we’ve crossed paths and gone separate ways.
Sebelia bit her lip and quickened her pace. After a short while, a gust of wind carrying dust blew down from the ridge, and at the same time, voices murmured in the distance.
However, the noise quickly pierced through Sebelia’s tense mind.
“…!”
From beyond the dark forest, a red light poured through the cracks in the collapsed rock.
The noise that poured down from the narrow passage swept away Sebelia’s thoughts.
“The path is clear! Hurry and send word to bring the healers!”
“You damn thieves. You hid a lot, didn’t you? Are you herbalists or thieves?”
“Everyone except the ones interrogating, gather here. We’re short on ladders, so bring ropes or whatever and throw them down!”
The shouting pierced the sky and echoed through the valley. Sebelia swallowed hard, feeling the chill crawl up her spine. Her figure, once hidden in the shadows, was now revealed beneath the evening sun.
Step.
The knights, emerging from the rubble, spotted her in the next moment. The valley, once filled with shouts and screams, fell silent in an instant.
Sebelia realized then that her hood, which had been hiding her face, had been pulled off. She bit her lip tightly, gripping her cloak. The hesitation lasted only a moment.
“I’m from the Sixth Road’s medical office. I apologize for the intrusion.”
She raised her head proudly, stepping deeper into the valley. It didn’t matter how they looked at her. Sebelia forced her shoulders back and raised her chin, refusing to shrink away.
“The doctor will be following shortly.”
“I-I see. Please go ahead.”
The knights, caught off guard by her assertiveness, stepped aside, allowing her to pass. Sebelia smiled kindly as she walked by.
“Thank you.”
The knights’ faces turned bright red, but Sebelia didn’t notice. The path into the valley was so narrow she had no room to look elsewhere.
Whoosh-!
A cold wind grazed her cheek, strong enough to make it difficult to keep her eyes open. Sebelia braced herself against the broken rocks, carefully taking each step forward.
With a composed expression, she walked toward him, who would be waiting for her. Finally, a thin line of light stretched out before her, tearing through the darkness.
Through the widening view, Sebelia could see knights rushing back and forth and dozens of tents.
It was clear at a glance. A large tent surrounded by black cloth, unmistakably Dehart’s. The black tent was positioned at the farthest point from her, right at the edge of the cliff.
“Make sure everything that was hidden is ready to be taken to the medical office. And…”
“Duke, please receive treatment first.”
“Shut up if you don’t want to see the bottom of the valley again.”
And there he was, at the bottom, his neck soaked in dried blood, continuously giving orders. A cold light flickered in Sebelia’s blue eyes.
