I Married the Mad Duke Who Killed My Husband - Chapter 7.3
With pain as if my scalp was being ripped off, my body was yanked back and thrown near the dining table. My father immediately approached, panting, and kicked me.
“You wench! You ungrateful wench! If you got married! Shouldn’t you send money?! Locking the doors of the wedding venue?”
I managed to block the first kick by swinging the wooden board I was holding, but that only enraged him more. The board that I had been desperately clinging to left a long gash on my palm before being snatched away by my father and thrown behind him.
Beyond the barrage of kicks, I could see my mother supporting my brother, who was getting up while holding his head.
I need to escape again before they all come.
“Aaargh!”
I flailed my arms, not caring how unsightly it looked, and grabbed the foot that was about to strike my body and bit it. It’s do or die now.
“Kyaaah!!”
My mother, who wasn’t even attacked, screamed as if she was about to faint at the sight of me biting and holding onto my father’s foot. Yeah, don’t come this way. I’m having a hard time too.
“What have you ever done for me to expect money from me?!”
I gained the upper hand with my strong teeth. As my father stumbled in pain, stopping his kicks, I threw my body at his two legs, rolling together on the floor, and shouted in anger.
“We could have ended this nicely!”
As I spoke, I almost burst into tears. Even if my personality changed a bit after regaining memories of my past life, I am still me. The miserable childhood I experienced is real too.
What did I do wrong to be treated like this, being married off twice like an object for sale?
“You’ve gone mad after marrying that crazy Duke!”
My half-brother, who had regained his senses, approached, panting.
Both he and I had blood flowing from our foreheads, yet we were treated so differently. I don’t understand why we received such different treatment despite being from the same household.
I felt my anger rise even more at his action of raising his hand to strike my cheek, his face contorted with rage.
Who did he think would just take that hit? The first strike wins.
Smack-
“Ugh!”
Originally, Parmenion had been draining the family’s resources since childhood, saying he would become a knight.
However, despite all that education, he had absolutely no talent for swordsmanship and even failed the academy entrance exam.
In other words, the only ones stopping me in this household now are three civilians who have lived comfortably without even thinking of working despite having no money.
I laughed as I watched Parmenion fall, his nose bleeding from the satisfying punch I had thrown.
The blood that had flowed from my head seemed to have entered my mouth, leaving a fishy, metallic taste, but what did that matter?
“That’s right, I’ve gone mad!”
I threw everything I could grab – chairs, plates, everything. My family members recoiled, shocked by my frenzied behavior. Just for this much.
“I’ve gone mad, I tell you! And my husband is even crazier, so don’t think about coming after me!”
I wanted to throw the table, but it was too heavy. Instead, I pushed it hard, toppling it sideways, and screamed “Aaaaargh!” as if venting my anger. It felt so satisfying.
“Don’t try to catch me. This is the last warning as family.”
When I tried to brush back my messy hair, it didn’t move well because of the clotted blood. I roughly grabbed it all and pushed it back, making eye contact with each of the three as I warned them.
“From the beginning, I was practically a non-existent child in this family. Keep thinking that way.”
“Asilia! We are your parents! Do you know what you’re doing right now?”
“Don’t think I won’t hit you just because you’re my mother.”
When I glared at my mother, who was the only one unscathed compared to the other family members with their bleeding heads and bitten legs, she flinched. My fists weren’t tired yet.
“The Cornel Viscount family only had an ‘asset’ called Asilia. Think of it as having lost even that. It wasn’t even an object you cherished anyway.”
Finally, I kicked something that looked like a wooden decoration lying on the floor, like a thug. The decoration flew with a thud and landed at Parmenion’s feet. I should have kicked it harder and hit him directly.
“I hope we never see each other again.”
My vision was starting to blur, but I turned around, hoping my appearance looked dignified. Fearing I might not be able to handle them if they followed me out, I quickly opened the door while they were still dumbfounded.
“Oh?”
“…! Asilia!”
But as soon as I came out, I encountered Cassion with his sword drawn. Was it an illusion created by moonlight? It had already become dark outside.
“It would be funny to ask if you’re… alright.”
Cassion, who had quickly sheathed his raised sword as if he had been about to break down the door, approached me in one step, examined me, and gritted his teeth.
“You should have asked. I would have told you I’m fine. Because I won.”
It’s really Cassion. It seems that just as I had mistaken my kidnappers for the First Prince’s subordinates, he too thought it would take quite some time to find me.
Even though he didn’t appear like a prince in a dangerous moment, I felt relieved to see his face and grinned. My split lip stung.
“Let’s go back to the Duke’s…”
“Duke Yeager!”
The satisfying feeling vanished in an instant. My father, who had been dumbfounded by my appearance, seemed to have come to his senses because of Cassion’s sudden appearance.
“Duke Yeager, what is this… No, you’re not even a Duke. Because I can’t allow your marriage to my daughter! You’ve kidnapped my daughter!”
My father, who had only been bitten once, staggered to his feet and pointed at Cassion, arguing vehemently.
“Hah…”
As I turned, feeling so irritated I thought my eyes might roll back in my head, Cassion stepped in front of me. His eyes looked even more crazed than mine, and I instinctively grabbed his lapel.
“Don’t stop me, Asilia. Your condition…”
“Just beat them up, but not enough to kill them.”
His pupils, which had been rolling wildly, shifted at my words. I nodded as his gaze moved from me to my fuming family members and back.
“We’ll deal with the details later… I’m tired today.”
I didn’t say ‘Let’s just physically rough them up and go back,’ but he seemed to understand well.”
