IELNDMH - Chapter 104 < It Would Be Fun If I Could Bring It Back To Life >

IELNDMH - Chapter 104 < It Would Be Fun If I Could Bring It Back To Life >

I Ended Up Living Up Next Door With My Ex-Husband





Click.

The door to Lobelia's drawing room closed with a cold metallic sound.

High Priest Diat, who was left alone with the woman who lost her husband in an enclosed space, cleared his throat out of embarrassment for some reason.

“Hmm... What is it that you want to show me?”

Sunlight passed through the pure white curtains and gently fell into the living room.

The only people standing in the middle are Lobelia and High Priest Diat.

Lobelia stood a few steps away from him, her back turned, and she was silent for a while.

How much time has passed?

Soon, Lobelia's delicate hands slowly unbuttoned the buttons of her dress lined up behind her back.

At the same time, High Priest Diat's eyes opened wide as if they were torn apart.

"Wha.. What are you doing now, Ma’am?”

A hint of confusion was evident in High Priest Diat's voice.

But Lobelia just kept unbuttoning her buttons.

High Priest Diat was so shocked that he couldn't think of the right way to react right now.

In front of the man who had sworn to serve God, a woman who had recently lost her husband revealed her inner self.

Of course, his desire to hug her did not arise.

The thought that he would suffer from all sorts of scandals if this fact became known to the outside world only made his head spin.

The scandal would spread and spread like a nasty fungus, corroding his dream of one day becoming Pope.

'Is this a trap set by someone? No way, the Duke of Twins...?'

At that moment when his eyes became dizzying, a completely unexpected scene caught the attention of High Priest Diat.

‘That...!'

His eyes widened as they were fixed on Lobelia's back.

The gently falling curve of her back and pure white skin were just as he had guessed.

However, large and small wounds and dried blood stains filled the place.

That was something he had never guessed.

“What is this?... No, who on earth did such a heinous thing!”

Lobelia closed her mouth as if she had already expected this reaction and buttoned up her button again.

And she had finally buttoned up her last button.

“My parents-in-law... That’s what they did.”

The woman's voice calmly permeated the quiet air.

In that helpless voice that seemed to be aloof from everything, High Priest Diat was speechless for a moment.

Lobelia slowly turned around and looked at the High Priest.

Her eyes were dry.

As if she were protesting that her tears were too cliché to express her current miserable feelings.

Lobelia just smiled quietly.

Her smile was filled with a deep sadness that could not be seen in the small teardrops.

“After Henry died, I found out that he had been secretly stealing the family’s wealth while he was alive. So all the vassals worked together to find Henry's slush fund account... There was nothing left there.”

Lobelia let out a faint laugh as if she could not believe the tragedy.

“As you know, the Bart family is originally my biological family. That status and wealth were created by my ancestors and father. However, Henry, who inherited the position and property as my husband...”

“..."

“He died, having stolen all of my family’s wealth to a place known only to him.”

Her cheeks, which had turned pale and pale, vibrated slightly.

“Thanks to this, the Bart family is now on the verge of bankruptcy. The vassals turned their backs on me, blaming me for mistreating my husband. It’s been a long time since the employees lost their loyalty to me for being incompetent and only remained angry, and my in-laws come to visit me every day to take out their anger on me.”

Her head was lowered and her lips were trembling as if she was holding back tears.

“They believe that I stole all of the Bart family’s wealth to monopolize it and killed Henry to blame him for it. No, I think they decided to believe that.”

“Why such a ridiculous thought....”

High Priest Diat's brows gradually narrowed as she stopped speaking.

From the perspective of Baron Collins and his wife, it must have been an instinctive choice to protect the honor of their deceased son.

The story is that he fell to his death while drunk at the Emperor's birthday banquet, and many people rebuked him for his lack of discernment. And...

Henry and Camilla's long-term affair was revealed during the investigation.

Henry's death was a disgrace to himself and the Collins family.

If Henry continued to bear the stigma of being a scoundrel who had embezzled all of his wife's wealth, their only son would become a laughingstock that would forever remain in the history of the Empire.

'So even if I die soon, I'll have to blame my daughter-in-law.'

Moreover, Lobelia was now in the perfect state for them to harass and frame them without any worries.

Wasn't she completely isolated because all her allies, including her vassals, left her side?

Just then, a sad yet calm voice came out of Lobelia's lips.

“If it continues like this, even if it’s not my parents-in-law... I thought I might soon die at the hands of someone.”

Lobelia's eyes, which had been downcast all along, slowly lifted up towards High Priest Diat.

Finally, High Priest  Diat who came face to face with the woman, could not avoid her sorrowful eyes.

Lobelia looked at him as if she were looking at her one and only savior, and this strongly stimulated his conscience as a priest.

Then, as if to drive her final wedge, she knelt down in front of the High Priestess Diat.

"Please... Please save me from this hell, High Priest.”

Lobelia bowed her head in front of him as if praying to God and chanted softly.

Tears were already seeping into the green eyes that looked up at the High Priest Diat once again.

The High Priest Diat was momentarily speechless at the sight, which felt even his sanctity.

And he realized.

Today's schedule suddenly changed, and the road we took was unplanned...

It was all God's plan to help that woman by lending her own body.

“... Now that I, as the High Priest, know the whole situation, don’t worry too much about the future, Madam.”

That was a very serious sincerity.

After contemplating for a while how best to rescue Lobelia, High Priest  Diat soon nodded her head slowly.

'Oh, that will do...'

It was just around the time that Cedric and Rebecca's divorce was announced.

Rebecca would be leaving the Twins Castle soon, so it seemed like there wouldn't be any major problems as he thought.

'Before I leave the North, I have to do at least one good thing I can here as the Pope's representative.'

Nowadays, few nobles in the great empire do not know that Lobelia lost her husband in a vain accident and was left alone.

Henry's death was an event that attracted so much attention that even the Emperor and the Pope took a special interest in it.

So, helping Lobelia, who was left alone through that incident, was something worth presenting to the Pope as his accomplishments in the North.

'That's a very good thing. To Lobelia, and to me too. Now all I have to do is get the Grand Duke's permission...'

Tsk. High Priest Diat whetted his appetite, looking forward to meeting Cedric for the first time in his life as soon as possible.

***

That night, in front of an abandoned farm on the outskirts of southern downtown.

The wooden door, which was worn and worn here and there, shook in the wind and made an unpleasant noise.

The smell of livestock excrement spread everywhere in the chilly wind, but it was a trace of the past.

The only people coming and going were a few mice and cats looking for food, and there was no way there were valuable livestock on the already ruined farm.

“Wow, you did a great job hiding in this crappy place.”

Outside the fence of an abandoned farm, Vincent was sitting on a pile of rice straw and chuckling.

His eyes immediately turned to someone standing next to him.

A man standing high on a ridge and watching the farm with sallow eyes.

It was the Cedric Twins.

“Cedric, why don’t you lighten up your face. Even I am scared.”

It was said as a joke, but it wasn't a complete joke.

Although he hates to admit it, Vincent was sometimes able to experience a little bit of the fear and terror that 'weak people' felt through his cousin, Cedric.

Especially when the demonic blood inside Cedric starts to boil, like now.

To make Vincent, of all places, feel fear.

There was no one worthy of that, until now and in the future, other than the Cedric Twins.

It was a time when Vincent was trying to melt away his uncharacteristic nervousness by chuckling.

“That means there’s a guy over there who made that poison.”

For a moment, he was chanting in a voice so low that it felt gloomy.

Soon, Cedric's pupils suddenly shrank along with a cool sensation.

It was as if the string of reason he was barely holding on to had finally broken.

Vincent quickly realized the meaning of that expression, but it was already too late.

“Cedric, wait a minute!”

In the brief moment of shouting like that, Cedric's body had already split through the air and quickly disappeared.

"Shit!"

Vincent cursed and hurriedly followed Cedric.

The destination was a cabin located inside an abandoned farm.

It only took a few seconds to get there.

But when Vincent arrived, the cabin door was already wide open.

'Damn, it must have already been four months.'

The moment when Vincent was about to quickly enter the cabin.

He saw a figure walking out of the cabin door with a low thumping sound of shoes.

Under the dreary moonlight, a face splattered with fresh blood shone brightly.

“Cedric, you bastard...!”

Cedric's eyes were languid as he wiped his face as if he had already accomplished something he had been looking forward to.

Something heavy was held limply in his grasp.

It was a time when Vincent, who had already lost the energy of life and had no trace of its previous form, 
was trying to guess its original appearance.

Cedric had been holding on to it the entire time and threw it roughly towards the muddy field.

Pow!

Looking down at the body rolling on the floor, he sighed for a moment.

And then for a while.

A new, sinister low tone flowed from the bloody lips that were curled up.

“...It would be more fun if I could bring it back to life.”


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