After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 269

Let’s see what memories are hidden here.

If only we could get the dates when those victims—whose bodies haven’t been found—disappeared.

Flash!

As Sebelia closed her eyes, a blue light burst outward in all directions.

* * *

News that Nathan Wheddon’s first interrogation by illusion magic had apparently succeeded reached Silas almost instantly.

“What kind of nonsense am I hearing right now?!”

His outraged shout practically rattled the ceiling. Silas jumped up from his seat, slamming his fist down on the desk in disbelief.

“Using illusions for interrogation? That’s a power that hasn’t even been properly tested! Who in their right mind allowed something so ridiculous?!”

“T-that is… It was approved by Prince Shateian.”

“That damned bastard! I knew it. I should’ve gotten rid of him and the Empress when I had the chance!”

Silas’s subordinate quivered as he continued.

“There were objectors within the police, but the Prince issued a gag order, so rumors only began to circulate today.”

As far as excuses went, it was pathetic. Silas was infuriated at how things were slipping out of his control.

It’s all because of her.

While he was plotting ways to kill Dehart, his wretched daughter dared to poke through her brother’s memories, sticking a knife in her own father’s back.

“Ungrateful brat…”

He ground his teeth in rage, his eyes flicking to the spot where he kept the talisman the sorcerer had given him.

I’ll make sure you end up worse than dead—trapped between life and death.

This time, Silas decided to act differently. If he wasted time weaving careful traps and covering his tracks, Sebelia might pull out every last secret from Nathan’s mind.

There’s no time…

He’d gotten lucky today, but there was no guarantee that in the next round of questioning, Nathan’s memories wouldn’t reveal himself or the Empress.

If anything about the rebellion comes out, I’m done for.

“Damn it!”

He had never felt this cornered before, and the fact that his nemesis was his own illegitimate daughter only made it more humiliating.

As he trembled with fury, his subordinate finally mustered the courage to speak.

“Marquis, there’s actually something I haven’t told you yet.”

“If you’re just here to make me angrier, don’t bother.”

“No, please. I think once you hear this, you’ll change your mind.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice to a whisper.

“Before reporting in, I already got the ball rolling with our inside men. We’ve got a few guards in our pocket, so we should be able to resolve this nuisance soon.”

Silas narrowed his eyes, studying the man’s face for any sign of a lie. But the subordinate’s expression remained steady.

“Is that so…”

Finally, Silas pretended to accept it, hiding his relief behind a mask of wounded pride.

“Go on, then.”

“If you’ll lend me your ear for a moment…”

The subordinate leaned in and explained the plan in a low voice. As the details unfolded, Silas’s scowl gradually faded.

When the man finished, he looked up hopefully.

“How about that, sir?”

“…Not bad. If that works, this could be dealt with quickly and cleanly.”

Silas gave a satisfied smile. Buoyed by the praise, the subordinate promised to resolve the problem no matter what.

“If we handle this, there won’t be anything left to threaten the Wheddon family.”

Silas gave a brief, cold laugh, then glanced out the window—only to freeze, eyes wide, as if he’d seen a ghost. Sensing something was wrong, the subordinate hurried to his side.

“What’s the matter, sir…!”

The concern in his voice went unanswered. Silas’s previously icy gaze was now burning with fresh rage.

For a moment, he’d been so wrapped up in his own problems—so desperate to kill Dehart and get Sebelia under his thumb—that he’d completely forgotten about the woman struggling away up north.

Gren Inverness.

At the exact moment he uttered her name, Gren, just stepping out of her carriage, lifted her head. Red hair and emerald eyes blazed with presence even in the darkness.

Their eyes met. Silas, seeing that familiar, venomous smile, curled his lip into a savage grin.

“So you’re done sitting back and watching, are you?”

As he stared down the adversary he’d known for far too long, Silas clenched his fist, and his subordinate’s face showed a flicker of anxiety.