After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 156
It was some time before Watts brought the lost Claude into the depths of the valley. The guards recognized Watts and guided them to Dehart’s tent.
Inside, they found the weary Dehart and Sebelia, who was holding the blue bird close to her. Of course, the moment Dehart saw them, his golden eyes flared with irritation again.
“Cl… No, Sir Karl. Why are you so late? Did you get lost on the way?”
Sebelia got up to greet them. Her blue eyes passed over the dazed Claude and turned toward Watts, asking for an explanation.
Watts nodded as he laid Claude on the bed.
“As you said, it’s a result of foolish stubbornness and a rash mistake. He proved the lesson in the worst possible way.”
Claude couldn’t argue. Instead, he moved his tattered lips from being bitten so much, to ask about Dehart’s condition.
“I felt Alos’s reverse summoning. You’re not hurt, are you?”
Alos, unlike Sebelia’s blue bird, was a summoned creature with full awareness of its own identity. Naturally, this meant it possessed great power and influence.
The fact that Alos had been reverse-summoned meant it had exhausted all its power. Claude’s shaky eyes scanned Dehart’s body. Dehart’s eyes twisted in irritation.
“What are you doing? Quit staring at me, I’m fine.”
“He’s right. If you disregard the blood from overexertion, he’s in pretty decent condition.”
A cold voice interrupted his words. Dehart briefly looked at her before turning his head.
“There are also several bruises from burst blood vessels… and fragments of the relic embedded in his wounds. But if he insists on saying he’s fine, then I can’t argue.”
As Sebelia spoke calmly, Dehart turned his body fully to the side. He glanced briefly at the blue bird sleeping on the cushion before Sebelia pointed toward the desk.
“I’ve gathered the larger fragments. But for the smaller ones, I’ll need Mr. Watts’ help.”
On the cloth stained with blood, shattered pieces of the relic were carefully laid out. At the mention of the relic, Watts and Claude’s eyes widened in surprise.
“A relic? Why would something like that…?”
Claude’s words trailed off as he frowned, as if suddenly realizing something. They were standing in the Forgotten City of Suffredi, in the mountain range that still held untapped mysteries.
“Then the earthquake and the shock earlier must have been because of that.”
The loud rumbling that shook the ground had partly been caused by Dehart’s lightning, but he remained silent, keeping his lips tightly sealed. With a sharp glance at Watts, he gestured toward the glass flower gently placed beside him.
“This…”
Watts was easily drawn into his scheme. On the way to the tent, he had already heard from the guards that they had discovered a natural habitat for the glass flower. His eyes filled with joy as he lifted the box.
“So, the glass flowers were really growing beneath the valley.”
Watts spoke with a voice full of excitement. He could finally treat Sebelia. It was an opportunity to regain his pride as a physician, which had been tarnished.
“Let’s head back quickly, Miss Bella.”
Watts exclaimed enthusiastically, getting up from his seat. He had confirmed Dehart was fine, and the glass flower had been secured. There was no reason to stay here any longer.
All that remained was to treat Sebelia.
“Finally, it’s over.”
At Watts’ words, both Dehart and Sebelia had the same thought: Once the treatment was complete, there would be no reason for them to remain together.
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Dehart hurried with the preparations. Going down the mountain was harder than climbing, so he needed to be ready. Of course, along the way, he had to warn Eli, who kept casting suspicious glances at Sebelia.
“Watch your eyes, Eli. And don’t tell anyone what happened down there. Just say you accidentally touched the relic while gathering the glass flowers.”
“Do you think Lord Suffredi will believe that?”
“If he doesn’t, what will he do about it?”
Dehart smirked, raising one corner of his mouth in a cynical smile.
“With the situation as it is, I doubt he’ll question me if I claim the excavation rights for the sacred site.”
“Well… you do have a point. Truly, you are the Duke.”
Eli muttered something that seemed either like praise or an insult, then gave a quick nod toward Sebelia, who was standing some distance away.
“Then I’ll organize the herbalists and the cave where the relic was, and assign the supervision to the Baron before I visit you.”
Henkit’s body had been vaporized along with the relic’s explosion, so there was nothing to clean up. Dehart nodded arrogantly, then swiftly approached Sebelia.
“Everything’s done. Let’s head down now.”
Just a moment ago, he had shed tears like a lost child, but now, stepping outside the tent, the cold wind hit.
Sebelia watched his sudden transformation with interest and picked up the lamp from the ground.
