After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 186

The evening at Suffredi was bleak. The wind, blowing down from the mountains, swept through the alleys, creating an eerie howl. Sebelia pulled her hat down firmly and quickened her pace.

There was still quite a way to go until the south gate where the coach would arrive.

If only I had sent word earlier, I could have gone to meet her beforehand.

Most likely, Denisa had left Ursic the moment she received Sebelia’s reply. Understanding her feelings, Sebelia couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

I didn’t want to greet her like this—completely unprepared.

As she passed by, Sebelia checked her reflection in a shop window. Even though there had already been a fuss before she left the mansion, she still felt uneasy.

My complexion looks okay, no rough patches on my cheeks… yeah, I don’t look sick. That’s a relief.

The medicine Watts had poured his heart into making had done its job. Though she hadn’t yet been declared fully cured, Sebelia could sense the disease that had been eating away at her body had finally surrendered.

Denisa would probably be even happier to hear that news. Without realizing it, Sebelia found herself smiling as she reached the spot where the coaches were parked.

Moments later, through the checkpoint, a coach slowly approached. Sebelia instinctively knew—it had to be the one Denisa was riding in.

“…!”

Her anticipation quickly turned to joy. Even before the door opened, Denisa’s face appeared behind the window. She was gripping something tightly in her hand, staring out.

Their eyes met. Before she could even think, Sebelia’s body moved. The fierce wind blew her hat off, but she didn’t notice. Her pounding heart felt as if it was pressed right against her eardrums.

Sebelia suddenly realized she was already embracing Denisa.

“Miss, miss! My Miss…!”

The voice she had missed so much filled her ears. The flood of emotion washed over her, soaking her whole body and coloring her heart with warmth. Sebelia squeezed Denisa tightly in her arms.

“I missed you. Truly. I missed you so much.”

At Sebelia’s whisper, tears welled up in Denisa’s eyes. But she quickly steadied herself.

What am I doing?

Her joy almost caused trouble. Denisa clenched her teeth. Before Silas Wheddon’s mad deeds became known here, she had to get Sebelia away safely.

“Miss, let’s move somewhere more private first…”

Denisa led Sebelia toward the shadows, then glanced back at her.

And then, she felt her heart drop. The hat that had been covering half of Sebelia’s face was nowhere to be seen.

Denisa, suddenly pale as if drained of color, quickly scanned their surroundings. Fortunately, no one was paying them any attention. She silently thanked Suffredi for being such a rural backwater.

But that didn’t mean she could relax. Hastily, Denisa untied the muffler she had been wearing.

“De-Denisa?”

“Lower your head. Miss, quickly!”

Without understanding why, Sebelia had to wrap the muffler tightly around her nose. It still didn’t seem to reassure Denisa, who even pulled out a pair of plain glasses from her pocket. Just as Denisa led her into the shadowed alley and was about to say something—

A horribly familiar voice pierced their ears.

“Long time no see.”

Denisa froze stiff like a prey before a predator, and Sebelia widened her eyes as she turned to look. The owner of the voice was none other than Dehart.

“I’m glad to see you’ve been doing well.”

Golden eyes flashed from beneath tangled hair, fiercely fixed on Denisa like a hunter eyeing its prey. Knowing her guilt, Denisa responded with silence and shielded Sebelia behind her.

“When I give the signal, run away immediately.”

Denisa whispered in a low voice. Only then did Sebelia realize how grave the situation must feel to Denisa.

For Denisa, this was nothing short of a crisis. Her Miss, who had barely escaped that cursed Duke’s grasp, was now at risk of being caught by that horrible brute again.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to be so guarded, Denisa.”

“Huh?”

Denisa frowned, barely hearing Sebelia’s words. Her hand clenched tightly around the self-defense pen in her pocket. Dehart’s brow furrowed. With a cold sneer, he spat out:

“Your courage is more like madness. You need to understand that actions meant to protect your master can cross the line and end up causing harm.”

Crack, small white sparks lit up the shadowed alley. If Denisa pulled out that pen, he was ready to unleash a lightning strike.

“……”

Sebelia pinched her brow, watching the two openly hostile toward each other.

“Both of you, calm down first. Here’s what happened… sigh.”

Where should she even start explaining?

While Sebelia hesitated, Denisa finally noticed something strange. Despite looking at Sebelia, Dehart hadn’t lunged or attacked. Instead, he was behaving unusually naturally.