After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 57
With a cavalier manner, Eli turned back to return to his lodgings. Dehart, who had just finished his meal, frowned as he saw him coming in.
“Where on earth have you been? Everyone else is diligently carrying out their duties. Even Linton is going to this ‘baron’ you spoke of to ask for his cooperation.”
“Are you changing accommodations?”
“Think before you speak. We’re asking for his cooperation to find that physician. For god’s sake! What were you doing?”
Dehart reprimanded him with a sharp tone, closing his pendant loudly. Immediately,Eli confidently relayed his actions.
“…I’m at a loss for words at your audacity.”
Was he really Ryan’s cousin? Dehart’s eyes grew cold as he looked at him, but Eli didn’t particularly care. There was a nagging thought swirling in his mind at that moment.
Come to think of it…
The portrait of the Duchess in the pendant that Dehart wore every day bore an uncanny resemblance to the woman he has just met.
Maybe they’re related.
Eli sighed in irritation. He nodded respectfully to Dehart’s suggestion of going out immediately to gather information before heading back onto the street.
I really shouldn’t bring up the Duchess. It could get me in big trouble.
He was someone who understood the subtleties of such situations.
* * *
It felt like her heart stopped for a moment.
“Oh my god.”
Sebelia ran up to her room, muttering “Oh my god” over and over. After frantically pacing around her room in circles, she plopped down on the rug.
The pounding of her heart seemed to stick to her eardrums.
“I thought Ryan was here to get me.”
As the door had opened with a gentle creak, Sebelia turned, feeling as though the world had split in two. Pale blonde hair, indifferent grayish-brown eyes, impeccably dressed attire, and even the emblematic accessory symbolizing fate, all seemed to pierce through and shake Sebelia’s senses in an instant.
But it wasn’t him.
It didn’t take her long to realize that the young man in front of her wasn’t Ryan.
“…He didn’t look surprised or charge at me.”
So it didn’t take her long to realize that it wasn’t him, just someone who looked a lot like him.
After recovering her senses, Sebelia examined the young man more carefully, noting that his hair was a dark blonde, unlike Ryan’s.
It looked pale in the sunlight.
In the blink of an eye, it was an event that seemed to have aged her by a decade, even though it had happened in an instant.
“Hah.”
Sebelia hugged her slightly trembling legs and rested her chin on her knees.
“I wish I was just seeing things.”
Already in a state of great mental turmoil due to the dream she had before arriving in Supredi, she felt deeply troubled. It was the dream of awakening in Hillend Hall. To dream of a place she’d left twice in a row made her heart sink. It felt like I had left something behind.
But this time, the place was different.
As Sebelia regained her consciousness in the dream, she found herself facing the guest house where she had last stayed before leaving Hillend Hall. It seemed far more aged and worn than she remembered, yet it was undeniably the same guest house.
“What is this…”
Sebelia was taken aback by the fog enveloping her surroundings. It seemed as if it was forcing her into the guesthouse. Sebelia, soon resigned to the situation, stepped inside. She blinked at the unfamiliar carpeting and the strangely heavy, old-fashioned decor.
This is really strange.
One bizarre thing led to another. No matter how far she walked, she couldn’t see the end of the hallway.
“I wish I would wake up soon.”
Sebelia tried jumping in place and even pinched her cheek. But seeing as she didn’t feel anything, it seemed like it was no use.
Exhausted and contemplating throwing herself out the window, she finally reached the end.
She was speechless.
“…This is unnerving.”
There it was, the tall, beautiful glass door that always seemed to stand between her and Dehart. The door that led to the greenhouse was right there.
