With the Countess and the Count dying one after another, the assassins stopped coming, but things that were already twisted did not return to normal. Sleep was not possible.
Erne spent sleepless nights with a fundamental doubt about why he was trying so desperately to survive.
I've never fought while risking my life, but if I hadn't fought in the first place, wouldn't I have just died?
What was it that I fought so hard for? Fame? Money?
Nothing interested Erne. He just fought when the enemy came.
'It feels dirty when the tip of the sword is pointed at me.'
Yes, that was the reason. Erne had taken up the sword for just that reason. After he lost the reason for living and the reason for fighting, everything became a nuisance.
He walked around with his neck clean, ready to hand it over to anyone who came running to take his head.
It would be absurd for the people who tried everything to kill me to hear this, but what can I do now that everything has been for naught?
Erne spent the time that was not passing by with alcohol, living defenselessly. Whether it was because his life was tenacious, or because he was not yet destined to die, he continued to survive.
Then, when he got tired of the fact that he was the only one who survived, he died.
Actually, Erne doesn't remember exactly when he died. He was in a very deep sleep and didn't want to wake up for a long time.
Then, all of a sudden, he opened his eyes as if someone was pulling him hard, and when he opened his eyes, there was a woman with her hand between his legs.
'But what? Died and come back to life? Even after almost 50 days without rotting?'
Erne frowned as he tore the blanket and roughly covered only the lower half of his body.
Is this a punishment? A punishment that I can't die? It would have been less absurd if I had died and become a ghost.
“Return the medal.”
The rising irritation was directed at Henry, who was sitting there half-asleep.
“What’s there to be scared of when you’ve been to a war zone and you scream?”
“No, if a corpse suddenly comes back to life, how can I not scream?”
“That woman didn’t scream earlier.”
Her name was Judith Harrington. Erne heard a brief explanation from Henry. She was forcibly married to him when he was dying and inherited the Rhineland family.
He doesn't know much about Judith, but he does know one thing: she's out of her mind.
Hey, honey.
Erne doubted his hearing the first time he heard that title.
“She must have been so surprised. When I saw her face turning bright red as she left...”
Wait, it's not pale, it's red?
Henry briefly thought about which part of Erne Judith had been standing on, then shook his head.
Erne, who had actually shown everything, seemed indifferent. Henry did not ask Erne if he was okay, even out of courtesy.
Because Henry had a strong feeling that he would hear a very unlucky answer.
“Is she really a woman you don’t know?”
“Today is our first meeting.”
Erne pressed his pounding head. What on earth had happened to him? Who had killed him and turned him into an incorruptible corpse? Why on earth had they made him marry her?
Just when he was thinking that he should probably talk to Judith, she happened to cautiously open the door.
“Can I come in?”
Erne looked at Judith, who was coming in looking much calmer than before.
“...Even if we meet again, it’s our first time meeting.”
Erne looked Judith up and down as she brought the tray. Judith flinched at the sight of a ferocious beast searching for prey.
“I brought you something to drink.”
Judith was the first to offer a tray to Erne. Erne picked up a steaming cup from the tray, took a whiff of it without thinking, and then tilted his head.
Since there was no scent coming from the tea, he couldn't tell if it was his sense of smell or the tea that was weird.
“What charge?”
“It’s just hot water.”
Yes, water doesn't have any scent.
But don't you usually bring out tea in these situations? Fortunately, Erne wasn't the type of person to nitpick these things.
“No alcohol?”
He was a guy who was satisfied with just alcohol.
“...There isn’t any.”
Judith, who had been looking at Erne with an expression that said, “I brought you hot water because there’s no tea, so how can there be alcohol?” quickly lowered her eyes.
“Didn’t I tell you earlier that the Rhineland family is deeply in debt?”
As Erne's eyebrows rose crookedly, Henry quickly stepped in to provide support. He never wanted to see Erne throwing a tantrum with only a piece of cloth wrapped around his lower body.
If the situation worsened while causing a ruckus, who would be there to protect Erne? It would be none other than Henry Spencer himself.
Henry didn't want to hug a man, especially Erne, with his whole body.
'Why did I hold a memorial service for that pretty thing?'
While Henry was expressing belated regret, Judith nodded vigorously and held up two fingers.
Normally, raising only the index and middle fingers would be a gesture indicating victory, but now it meant a debt of 200 million gold.
She even muttered quietly, "I owe 200 million gold," in case Erne wouldn't understand.
“...”
Erne was momentarily speechless at the sight of her trying so hard to appeal to the fact that she had a lot of debt.
In a situation like this, where an incorruptible corpse is coming back to life, why would you start by talking about a lot of debt?
Although she didn't live very sensibly, Judith was no pushover either.
Well, he recognized her from the moment she called a man she had barely met 'honey'.
“I know how embarrassed Sir Erne must be.”
“It seems like you don’t know. If you did, you wouldn’t have called me honey.”
“Well, we did get married. So, deep down, did you accept me as your wife?”
Judith murmured that they had even kissed each other as a pledge, though it was one-sided.
“Didn’t you miss the first night?”
Although Erne had some personality issues, this time it was definitely not his intention to be sarcastic.
He was just curious as to whether they had a wedding night since they had a kiss of vows.
Even though he was unconscious, his strong body might have still been functioning.
“...Oh, is that so?”
But strangely, the answer he got was a bit off-putting. It was even more unsettling because it came after much thought.
“Is that so? No, I don’t think that’s it.”
Even though she didn't know what it was, it didn't seem right. Judith nodded as if she had made up her mind.
“Yes, let’s have a night out.”
Judith let out a short sigh. Was it his imagination that her sigh sounded like, 'Men can't be helped.'
Erne licked his lips. They say that when something is too absurd, you become speechless, and that's exactly what he was in right now.
“Sir Henry, would you please step aside?”
If it's going to be a disaster anyway, it wouldn't be a bad idea to do it all at once right now.
Judith glanced at Erne's firm chest and toned abs.
She had not expected he first night, but Erne's appearance reduced her hesitation.
'Yeah, I almost became a virgin ghost in my last life, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to try living with a man in this life.'
Honestly, when would I ever get to live with a man like this? Even if this were a novel, it would be difficult.
Besides, since he mentioned the first night, it seemed like Erne liked her too.
'Is it because the original is a 19+ novel? It's so hot at first sight. Well, it's not a loss if we maintain our marriage for about two years.'
By then, house prices would have risen to some extent, so it was a good thing in many ways.
Judith looked at Erne and motioned for Henry, who was hesitating, to go out quickly.
“Then, I guess I’ll go out?”
Henry stood up awkwardly, his voice trailing off strangely.
“...Where are you going?”
Erne wiped his eyelids with his palm and got irritated at Henry for no reason.
“You said earlier that you don’t have any strange tastes.”
As Judith hesitated and muttered softly as she walked towards Erne, Erne raised his voice at her.
"No!"
Where the hell is this conversation going?
Erne lost his will to fight as he saw Judith pouting her lips as if she was disappointed at failing to seduce him.
The mad dog of the empire thought for the first time that fighting an insane person would only harm him.
“So, are you going to divorce me?”
In response to Judith's question, he drank the cold water in one gulp and nodded. That was the natural order of things.
“That would be better for you too.”
This wasn't a marriage that the other party wanted anyway. Well, seeing as they're rushing to have the first night together, it seems like they want it now, but anyway.
“If we get a divorce, you won’t have to pay off this family’s debt.”
“...Oh, I borrowed some more money.”
Erne spent sleepless nights with a fundamental doubt about why he was trying so desperately to survive.
I've never fought while risking my life, but if I hadn't fought in the first place, wouldn't I have just died?
What was it that I fought so hard for? Fame? Money?
Nothing interested Erne. He just fought when the enemy came.
'It feels dirty when the tip of the sword is pointed at me.'
Yes, that was the reason. Erne had taken up the sword for just that reason. After he lost the reason for living and the reason for fighting, everything became a nuisance.
He walked around with his neck clean, ready to hand it over to anyone who came running to take his head.
It would be absurd for the people who tried everything to kill me to hear this, but what can I do now that everything has been for naught?
Erne spent the time that was not passing by with alcohol, living defenselessly. Whether it was because his life was tenacious, or because he was not yet destined to die, he continued to survive.
Then, when he got tired of the fact that he was the only one who survived, he died.
Actually, Erne doesn't remember exactly when he died. He was in a very deep sleep and didn't want to wake up for a long time.
Then, all of a sudden, he opened his eyes as if someone was pulling him hard, and when he opened his eyes, there was a woman with her hand between his legs.
'But what? Died and come back to life? Even after almost 50 days without rotting?'
Erne frowned as he tore the blanket and roughly covered only the lower half of his body.
Is this a punishment? A punishment that I can't die? It would have been less absurd if I had died and become a ghost.
“Return the medal.”
The rising irritation was directed at Henry, who was sitting there half-asleep.
“What’s there to be scared of when you’ve been to a war zone and you scream?”
“No, if a corpse suddenly comes back to life, how can I not scream?”
“That woman didn’t scream earlier.”
Her name was Judith Harrington. Erne heard a brief explanation from Henry. She was forcibly married to him when he was dying and inherited the Rhineland family.
He doesn't know much about Judith, but he does know one thing: she's out of her mind.
Hey, honey.
Erne doubted his hearing the first time he heard that title.
“She must have been so surprised. When I saw her face turning bright red as she left...”
Wait, it's not pale, it's red?
Henry briefly thought about which part of Erne Judith had been standing on, then shook his head.
Erne, who had actually shown everything, seemed indifferent. Henry did not ask Erne if he was okay, even out of courtesy.
Because Henry had a strong feeling that he would hear a very unlucky answer.
“Is she really a woman you don’t know?”
“Today is our first meeting.”
Erne pressed his pounding head. What on earth had happened to him? Who had killed him and turned him into an incorruptible corpse? Why on earth had they made him marry her?
Just when he was thinking that he should probably talk to Judith, she happened to cautiously open the door.
“Can I come in?”
Erne looked at Judith, who was coming in looking much calmer than before.
“...Even if we meet again, it’s our first time meeting.”
Erne looked Judith up and down as she brought the tray. Judith flinched at the sight of a ferocious beast searching for prey.
“I brought you something to drink.”
Judith was the first to offer a tray to Erne. Erne picked up a steaming cup from the tray, took a whiff of it without thinking, and then tilted his head.
Since there was no scent coming from the tea, he couldn't tell if it was his sense of smell or the tea that was weird.
“What charge?”
“It’s just hot water.”
Yes, water doesn't have any scent.
But don't you usually bring out tea in these situations? Fortunately, Erne wasn't the type of person to nitpick these things.
“No alcohol?”
He was a guy who was satisfied with just alcohol.
“...There isn’t any.”
Judith, who had been looking at Erne with an expression that said, “I brought you hot water because there’s no tea, so how can there be alcohol?” quickly lowered her eyes.
“Didn’t I tell you earlier that the Rhineland family is deeply in debt?”
As Erne's eyebrows rose crookedly, Henry quickly stepped in to provide support. He never wanted to see Erne throwing a tantrum with only a piece of cloth wrapped around his lower body.
If the situation worsened while causing a ruckus, who would be there to protect Erne? It would be none other than Henry Spencer himself.
Henry didn't want to hug a man, especially Erne, with his whole body.
'Why did I hold a memorial service for that pretty thing?'
While Henry was expressing belated regret, Judith nodded vigorously and held up two fingers.
Normally, raising only the index and middle fingers would be a gesture indicating victory, but now it meant a debt of 200 million gold.
She even muttered quietly, "I owe 200 million gold," in case Erne wouldn't understand.
“...”
Erne was momentarily speechless at the sight of her trying so hard to appeal to the fact that she had a lot of debt.
In a situation like this, where an incorruptible corpse is coming back to life, why would you start by talking about a lot of debt?
Although she didn't live very sensibly, Judith was no pushover either.
Well, he recognized her from the moment she called a man she had barely met 'honey'.
“I know how embarrassed Sir Erne must be.”
“It seems like you don’t know. If you did, you wouldn’t have called me honey.”
“Well, we did get married. So, deep down, did you accept me as your wife?”
Judith murmured that they had even kissed each other as a pledge, though it was one-sided.
“Didn’t you miss the first night?”
Although Erne had some personality issues, this time it was definitely not his intention to be sarcastic.
He was just curious as to whether they had a wedding night since they had a kiss of vows.
Even though he was unconscious, his strong body might have still been functioning.
“...Oh, is that so?”
But strangely, the answer he got was a bit off-putting. It was even more unsettling because it came after much thought.
“Is that so? No, I don’t think that’s it.”
Even though she didn't know what it was, it didn't seem right. Judith nodded as if she had made up her mind.
“Yes, let’s have a night out.”
Judith let out a short sigh. Was it his imagination that her sigh sounded like, 'Men can't be helped.'
Erne licked his lips. They say that when something is too absurd, you become speechless, and that's exactly what he was in right now.
“Sir Henry, would you please step aside?”
If it's going to be a disaster anyway, it wouldn't be a bad idea to do it all at once right now.
Judith glanced at Erne's firm chest and toned abs.
She had not expected he first night, but Erne's appearance reduced her hesitation.
'Yeah, I almost became a virgin ghost in my last life, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to try living with a man in this life.'
Honestly, when would I ever get to live with a man like this? Even if this were a novel, it would be difficult.
Besides, since he mentioned the first night, it seemed like Erne liked her too.
'Is it because the original is a 19+ novel? It's so hot at first sight. Well, it's not a loss if we maintain our marriage for about two years.'
By then, house prices would have risen to some extent, so it was a good thing in many ways.
Judith looked at Erne and motioned for Henry, who was hesitating, to go out quickly.
“Then, I guess I’ll go out?”
Henry stood up awkwardly, his voice trailing off strangely.
“...Where are you going?”
Erne wiped his eyelids with his palm and got irritated at Henry for no reason.
“You said earlier that you don’t have any strange tastes.”
As Judith hesitated and muttered softly as she walked towards Erne, Erne raised his voice at her.
"No!"
Where the hell is this conversation going?
Erne lost his will to fight as he saw Judith pouting her lips as if she was disappointed at failing to seduce him.
The mad dog of the empire thought for the first time that fighting an insane person would only harm him.
“So, are you going to divorce me?”
In response to Judith's question, he drank the cold water in one gulp and nodded. That was the natural order of things.
“That would be better for you too.”
This wasn't a marriage that the other party wanted anyway. Well, seeing as they're rushing to have the first night together, it seems like they want it now, but anyway.
“If we get a divorce, you won’t have to pay off this family’s debt.”
“...Oh, I borrowed some more money.”
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