After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 6
In that moment, Nathan experienced for the first time what it’s like to be so angry to the point of speechlessness. “I’ve left you alone for too long, it seems.”
He threw her to the floor.
“Ugh…!” She managed to avoid hitting the bed and muttered quietly. “Be careful, brother.”
“What?”
She said, looking up with an impassive face: “Maybe it’s because it’s drafty and cold… I often have uninvited guests in my room.”
Nathan felt something crawling up his ankle. “…!”
No way.
Nathan paled, barely able to keep his head down.
Dozens of spiders were crawling up his leg, clinging to him.
* * *
Thud!
“Ah.” Sebelia glanced over at Nathan, who had just passed out. “You really are afraid of spiders.”
It was only because of her past experience that she was able to quickly create the illusion.
[I told you to stop saying such idiotic things.]
On a stormy day, Nathan was tearing into the meat in front of Sebelia who couldn’t eat a piece of bread while tied to a tree.
[Do you want to be abandoned at the monastery again?]
When she was young, Lord Wheddon had once left her at the monastery. It was meant to discipline her. Since then, just hearing the word “monastery” made her anxious.
He sneered at her with greasy lips, but it didn’t last long. A bolt of lightning struck and a spider hanging from a tree fell on his face.
“Now that I think about it, you look just like you did then.” She looked over at Nathan, who had fallen to the ground and was lying on his back.
I’ve never seen you like this before.
She couldn’t even lift her head in front of him before. Staring blankly at Nathan, Sebelia reached her hand into the air. The swarm of spiders covering his body vanished like dust.
Just then, she heard voices from far down the hall.
“What’s that sound!”
“Did it come from this way?”
The arrival of servants who had never shown their faces was timely.
Very quick. They must have been waiting.
Sebelia waited for them, sitting on the floor. Eventually, a butler, accompanied by several servants, opened the door without knocking.
“My God!”
“Sir Nathan!”
They rushed in, supporting Nathan with shocked faces.
“Nathan, sir, are you alright?”
Sebelia chuckled as she watched them take care of Nathan without sparing her a glance. It wasn’t that she doubted their pretending not to see her. It was just that…
When did they ever care for him like this?
The majority of Northerners didn’t like people from the Capital. It was mutual, but it was a story that didn’t resonate with her. She had hardly ventured outside the walls of the Wheddon Manor before her betrothal. So, when she arrived at the mansion after marriage, she was greatly perplexed. Without prior knowledge of the North, she couldn’t understand their animosity.
Although, now I know better.
Sebelia looked at Nathan as he was carried away, his increasingly weak body leaning against the wall.
How curious.
Even those proud and haughty Northerners were huddling around Nathan like this. How did that happen? Sebelia focused her curious eyes.
At that moment, the butler who was overseeing the situation sighed and questioned her.
“Madam, what on earth happened?”
The bespectacled and middle-aged butler blocking Sebelia in front of the greenhouse was Grose, the steward of Hillend Hall. He asked while stroking his mustache.”How unfortunate that this should happen while the Duke is away on business…”
Sebelia replied casually, enjoying the sight of his stern face wrinkling. “Well, he seemed to have stayed up for several nights. It might be because of that.”
“What?”
Grose raised his eyebrows, looking down at Sebelia. Despite the intimidating gaze, she didn’t get angry; instead, she met it head-on. In response, Grose’s mustache quivered. He cleared his throat and turned his head.
“Hmm…you’re in a hurry,” she said.
Grose let out a deep and deliberate sigh, as if it pained him, shrugged his shoulders, and followed the disappearing servants. “Very well. We’ll take care of Sir Nathan. Rest.”
With one last sweep of the small room, he shot Sebelia a meaningful glance and left the room, leaving her lying on the floor, barely able to keep the pain at bay.
“…Hmph.” Cold sweat beaded on her forehead as she pressed her cheek against the cold floor.
“I should leave quickly.”
With a bitter smile, a trickle of blood ran down the corner of her mouth.
