After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 68
A calm stillness filled the air. The crackling sound of burning firewood eased the tension. This place was the end of the Sixth Road, a quiet laboratory hidden in the rugged mountains.
“Please, have some.”
It was Watts’s home.
“Thank you.”
Sebelia cradled the steaming teacup in her hands and looked up at her host. It had already been several days since she had stayed here. One thing she had realized during her time with Watts was clear.
He was the very embodiment of the image of the reclusive scholar. A man with long, dark green hair and indifferent eyes sat across from Sebelia, clad in a modest robe.
It was then that she heard what sounded like the suppressed howl of a beast.
“…!”
Sebelia knew the identity of that beast. After regaining her senses, she realized it was none other than Dehart, the black-haired beast that wreaked havoc day after day.
Crash, bang-!
Today, as usual, the noise of something breaking and exploding followed.
“….”
“….”
Sebelia and Watts briefly exchanged glances before avoiding each other’s eyes. An awkward atmosphere lingered. However, amidst the ongoing tumultuous sounds, a savior appeared.
“Oh, sorry. I haven’t been giving him the full dose of tranquilizers lately.”
The person who emerged from the kitchen resembled Dehart, with a slightly older and gentler demeanor. You could have sworn they were brothers if you saw them together. Sensing Sebelia’s gaze upon him, the man turned to look at her with eyes as sharp and vivid as golden petals.
“I’ll take care of him somehow. You two continue with what you were doing,” said the brown-haired man, Claude, shaking hands before heading upstairs. Watts and Sebelia were left alone in the living room once again.
“….”
Sebelia looked down at the teacup in her hands with a serious expression, thinking about how things had come to this point.
* * *
The spectacle of thousands of lightning bolts striking down was majestic. The blades descending from the torn sky felt like divine retribution.
Kwang—!
But Sebelia wasn’t foolish enough to not know what it was like to be punished in a human body. She pulled herself up, staring at the flames that were gradually dispelling the darkness.
The forest was ablaze, and he was dying.
The epicenter is….
It wasn’t hard to locate him. Lightning poured down around him as if announcing Dehart’s presence.
At this point, she wasn’t sure if it was this labyrinthine space or himself that he wanted to punish. Sebelia whimpered as she gazed up at the sky, no longer resembling a night sky.
“…It’s turning white.”
The North Sea, just up the road from the Empire, was said to have auroras that lit up the night sky. It was a sight she could never have imagined, but in this moment, she had a glimpse of what it might be like.
Above the pitch-black sky, white rays of light were intertwined and frozen, only to be ruthlessly thrown down to the ground in the next moment.
Kurrrrung-!
Now, I’m almost there.
As she approached her destination, her ears tingled, and her eyes stung. Every step forward set dozens of lightning bolts ablaze on the ground.
“Ugh….”
However, Sebelia didn’t stop. She would find Dehart soon enough, kneeling midst the white light piercing the ground like thorns
As if repenting, confessing sins. He groaned in pain, gazing at the sky dyed white.
“Sebelia, please.”
At the sound of his heavily cracked voice, Sebelia halted.
For a moment, moisture welled up in her blue eyes. However, it was just a brief moment. Soon, a cold and chilling wind blew like a storm, suppressing the trembling heart—a storm called the past.
“From the beginning, you never listened to me.”
Even when she had walked away, leaving the illusion in place, she secretly sensed that this was going to happen. He had never been one to listen to her.
“…Why did you come all the way here, and what the hell were you thinking?”
Sebelia looked down at Dehart, who was still writhing in pain, with a composed gaze. He continued to mutter incomprehensible words, his face full of despair as he gazed up at her, but his eyes seemed to wander to another place, not the reality before him.
Then it happened.
“Don’t do this, Sebelia.”
“…!”
“I was wrong, please. Don’t do this.”
A voice twisted in pain echoed through the wasteland. The distorted face looked at her, sobbing. Sebelia’s blue eyes froze. Unconsciously, she stopped walking. She couldn’t breathe. The relentless lightning striking down felt as if it were piercing her body.
“Don’t die in front of me… please.”
“Ah…”
A sigh burst from her lips. Everything became distant, a dizzying sensation overwhelmed her. Her vision warped, and her body felt heavy. Sebelia moaned, holding her head.
Could it be that he’s witnessing me dying?
Is that what’s causing him so much pain?
“No, that can’t be. It can’t be.”
Sebelia’s face turned pale. She had never imagined such a thing could happen. The Dehart she knew would never suffer over her death.
However, reality seemed to indicate otherwise.
