After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 62
Sebelia returned to her room, set down her belongings, and closed her eyes. She gently raised her hands as high as her shoulders. For a brief moment, there was a tension, as if someone was pulling the air from both sides.
Then a bright light blossomed in her hand.
Poof–!
Sebelia opened her eyes and flung her hand out wide. A cluster of light floated up into the air and landed in front of her. Slowly…
The light, which had been only the size of her palm, grew larger and larger until it was the size of a person.
“That’s enough.”
If anyone else had seen this, they would have been astounded, if not horrified.
“Once again, I ask this of you.”
What she had created was none other than another version of herself. Sebelia sighed as she stared at the vision that looked exactly like her.
“I hope he comes to his senses.”
The pale apparition of Sebelia blinked wordlessly
* * *
Eli had been hiding a secret that was enough to enrage Dehart. However, fortunately for him, Dehart was doubting himself.
He was disturbed by the loophole Eli had pointed out to him—he had directly confirmed Sebelia’s death. He had seen Sebelia’s corpse with his own eyes, touched her cold cheek, and left a final kiss on her forehead.
Then who was it that I saw?
The madman couldn’t come to a conclusion, and the deep-rooted uncertainty tormented him. She bore an uncanny resemblance to Sebelia, to the point where she was visibly flustered at the sight of him. By some strange means, she had managed to brush him off and flee.
In the end, he could only reaffirm his earlier decision.
“I have to meet her.”
If he couldn’t find the answer within himself, he had no choice but to seek it from her.
So, Dehart rushed with the knights to the inn Eli had mentioned. They had brought everyone except those he had sent to the city gates.
“Seal off the entrance. Dixon, go and explain the situation to the owner. Rudley, check the rear in case there’s a staff entrance and guard it if there is.”
“Yes!”
“Understood.”
The knights receiving the orders moved promptly. Scattering in all directions, they blocked off all the exits. Ah, the time to apprehend her was imminent. He could look into those blue eyes once more.
“Oh god.”
Dehart felt his heart pounding madly in his ears, and he had to pause for a moment to quell his excitement. Eli trailed behind him.
“Are you alright?”
“It’s fine, go and join them.”
Dehart waved his hand to dismiss him, but Eli didn’t budge. Dehart frowned. Admittedly, he hadn’t been paying to his subordinates, but he couldn’t let this wanton disobedience be left unchecked. If this continued, it would be a problem.
“Eli Hussfield, I’ll say this only once—”
“Your Grace, look up.”
Eli’s voice trembled, which was unlike him. Dehart raised an eyebrow, and Eli grasped his shoulder with a shaky hand. Dehart’s gaze followed Eli’s.
“…No.”
Everyone who looked up gasped in unison. At the highest point of the building, between the wide-open windows, a white curtain fluttered like a flag in the wind. And just behind it, sat a figure.
Her brown hair was lightly tousled by the breeze while her indifferent blue eyes looked down below—her expression arrogant and impassive as if she were sitting on a throne.
“Sebelia.”
The moment that name left his lips, flames surged up to his throat. His eyes blazed as if ignited by the fire, and his ears felt clogged, submerged in water. However, Sebelia remained indifferent, sitting by the window ledge with an unconcerned face. Her figure, so close to falling at any moment, repeatedly disappeared and reappeared behind the white curtain
It was Eli who stopped him from rushing towards her.
“Step aside!” shouted Dehart.
“Calm down!”
Eli paled and grabbed Dehart. From the moment he saw the woman sitting by the window, his mind had become a complete mess.
Could she really be the Duchess?
Eli hadn’t believed it until the moment he’d shown Dehart to her inn. He’d only meant to bring Dehart to this lookalike to convince him of reality. But things were taking a strange turn. At best, Eli expected the lady to be very angry, and at worst, they would be chased away from the city by Baron Supredi.
But climbing onto the window sill like that?
Eli wanted to deny it, but it seemed to him that she was afraid of them approaching her.
Damn it.
It finally occurred to him that his lord’s irrational speculation might actually be true. If she were just a lookalike, an unrelated third party, she wouldn’t be acting like this.
