After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 63
In the end, Eli had no choice but to hold onto Dehart, who was struggling to push him away, and say, “I’ll go up there and…try to talk to her!”
“I have no intention of wasting our time for you.”
“But if anything goes wrong, we should ensure that the Duke receives her safely!”
His sharp eyes bore into Eli. With a dry gulp, Eli involuntarily released his grip on Dehart. For a moment, he was afraid of getting stabbed with a blade.
“Please allow me to go.”
Dehart gritted his teeth and looked up at Sebelia. She was looking down at them with a serene face, completely different from how she acted when they had faced each other moments ago.
Dehart had seen such an attitude elsewhere before.
Knights riding into battle for the last time.
It was the aura of those who bid farewell to everything they loved, resolving themselves to death as they drew their swords. And now it was coming from Sebelia.
“Damn it!”
Dehart was about to make a decision and send Eli away.
“Aah!”
“Someone…!”
“No, don’t do it!”
Everything spiraled into chaos as screams and shrieks pierced the air. Their eyes turned to Sebelia at the same time. She stood on the windowsill, stretching one leg into the void.
There was no time to think. At this moment, any thoughts were a sin. Dehart surged forward, extending his arms desperately.
Please, please, please!
It felt like his heart was about to burst. Horrific scenes from that day replayed in his mind—the solemn toll of the funeral bells, the priest’s long and dreadful mass, her serene face lying peacefully within the coffin.
Cold and still, never to open her eyes again.
Thud.
In the next moment, a sense of indescribable relief enveloped the entire street. Except for one person.
Only Dehart, on the ground with Sebelia clutched tightly in his arms, shuddered in cold terror.
“My Lord!”
Eli rushed over and looked between him and Sebelia. He swallowed a groan at the sight of Dehart tightly embracing Sebelia, his breath ragged.
Was she really…
Wavering between doubt and confusion, Eli found himself gradually leaning towards Dehart’s side. Even if the woman with brown hair wasn’t the real Duchess, Eli considered the possibility that she could stand in as the Duchess.
If he wants it this badly, even if she’s a different person, it wouldn’t be too bad to have her live as the Duchess.
Satisfied with this outcome, Eli called for the rest of the knights. As soon as she regained consciousness, Dehart planned to escort ‘Sebelia’ and take her with them.
However, at that moment, Sebelia suddenly opened her eyes wide. Her blue eyes wandered aimlessly before fixating on Dehart.
“Sebelia!”
Dehart was the first to notice and gently cupped her cheek. He called out to her over and over again, his voice fraught with torn emotions.
“Sebelia, Sebelia…Is it really you? Is what I’m seeing really you?”
His voice was a terrifying mix of despair and hope, fear and anticipation. No matter how cold and detached the person was, it was impossible not to waver at those endlessly crumbling words.
But the blue eyes that looked up at him were as indifferent as the heavens and cruel as hell. Even Eli, who had been watching the two closely, flinched at her chilling face.
Finally, her lips cautiously parted. The voice that escaped through them was so small and faint that Dehart had to tilt his head to hear it.
“…”
As her lips closed, an abyss opened. Dehart held her in despair, his face a picture of desperation…
Poof-!
Sebelia in his arms turned into a blue feather and disappeared without a trace.
“What in the…!”
The knights, including Eli, immediately scattered in all directions, but to no avail. All they could see were blue feathers scattering like snow over the streets.
Impossible. Was it all sorcery?
Eli bit his lip hard, realizing now that he had made a mistake as a knight of Inverness. If it was a sorcerer, there was also the possibility that they were deceiving them by pretending to be the deceased Duchess.
This could be a ploy to break the Duke’s spirit!
It was widely known that the head of the House of Inverness, one of the most powerful families in the North, had become emotionally vulnerable after his wife’s death. He didn’t know if some vile wretch was exploiting that fact to destabilize the whole of Inverness.
“Disgusting bastards.”
Cursing under his breath, Eli kneeled by Dehart’s side. Dehart remained on his knees on the ground, his body frozen in the same posture as when he was holding her.
“…My Lord.”
“…”
“Please give the order. I will have those who dare to do this brought to you.”
The heavy, sunken golden eyes gazed at Eli. His gaze flickered over Eli’’s figure like tarnished gold. It made the knight suddenly feel uneasy.
Dehart’s voice was chillingly low as he said, “She said she was already dead.”
“…What?”
“What I saw, what I hoped for… was an irretrievable past. Sebelia Inverness can never come back to me alive.”
Ha, hahaha. Dehart buried his face in his hands, releasing a muffled laugh.
Indeed, the madman could never reach the answer he desired.
