My Husband Hid His Regression, So I Hid Mine Too Chapter 10

A violent headache crashed through him as though someone had struck his skull with a hammer.

Holding a hand against his temple, Ludville struggled to steady his breathing.

‘It’s happening again.’

Every time he tried to search his memories, an unbearable pain came without warning.

“You’ve lost your memories? But I’ve never once seen you with a woman who had blue eyes. In fact, you’ve never kept any woman by your side.”

“You always avoided them. People even spread outrageous rumors that you were… impotent… Ahem. Well, rumors too disrespectful to repeat.”

“Ever since you took me in as your subordinate when I was a slave serving as a child soldier, I haven’t left your side for a single day. If I don’t know who she is, then no one in this Empire does.”

Whenever he claimed that part of his memories had disappeared, his subordinates always reacted with the same bewilderment.

‘Just what illusion am I chasing?’

Ludville closed his eyes wearily.

Every night, women with every imaginable shade of blue eyes came to the banquet hall.

Yet not once had he found what he was looking for.

There were moments…

Moments when he almost thought, Could it be these eyes?

Or perhaps he had known they weren’t.

Perhaps he was simply exhausted.

Sometimes, drunk out of his mind, he would reach out with numb hands toward the longing that tore at his heart.

But the moment a woman tried to melt into his embrace, an indescribable feeling of disgust surged through him, and he would shove her away.

It was an unbearable craving.

Like chasing a mirage that always seemed within reach, yet could never be caught.

“…Ha.”

Ludville leaned silently against the wall, slowing his breathing.

He simply endured the headache until it passed.

Just as he always had.

But then…

Something cool touched his forehead.

At that exact moment, the pain vanished.

His mind became clear.

The haze clouding his vision disappeared as though it had never existed.

Startled, Ludville opened his eyes.

Only then did he realize someone was standing before him.

He saw the frayed edge of an old black hood.

He slowly looked up.

It was the woman he had ignored earlier.

Standing on tiptoe, she had placed her hand against his forehead.

“I’d like to continue the conversation about the deal I mentioned earlier.”

“…”

“Is this enough to qualify as a bargaining chip?”

…The headache was gone.

Completely.

The sharp pain that had haunted him every day for the past three months.

Whether he was crossing the battlefield…

Handling state affairs…

Or enduring another sleepless night alone…

The relentless pain that had followed him like a shadow had vanished without a trace.

Not even a lingering remnant remained.

For a brief moment, Ludville simply stared blankly at Odely.

Then his expression slowly hardened.

“…What are you?”

He slapped away the hand resting on his forehead.

“What did you do to me?”

His voice was low and rough, scraping against the silence.

But Odely answered calmly, without the slightest hesitation.

“I relieved your headache.”

“…Who said that’s what I was asking?”

“Then what exactly are you asking?”

“…”

Ludville found himself speechless.

Did she truly know nothing?

Or was she shamelessly pretending not to?

She answered as though all she had done was make a headache disappear.

But that wasn’t all he had felt.

“You…”

Without realizing it, Ludville swallowed the words that had risen to the tip of his tongue.

You felt like the center of my world.

For just a moment… it felt as though everything that had gone wrong had fallen back into place.

But saying those words aloud would be no different from admitting that whatever trick she had used had worked.

He seized Odely’s chin roughly.

“You approached me while I was vulnerable without even revealing who you are. Women like you… I’ve seen countless—”

Then it happened.

His eyes met the ones hidden beneath her hood.

Those sky-blue eyes beneath snow-white lashes…

They were painfully clear.

Ludville’s heart lurched violently.

‘Those eyes…’

In that instant, countless memories that should never have existed flashed through his mind.

Sad eyes trembling beneath lowered lashes.

Eyes filled with fierce resolve, prepared to lose everything.

Gentle eyes that tried to hide themselves by looking away, yet always betrayed their softness.

Clear, tender eyes smiling shyly at him.

Eyes so fragile they seemed ready to shatter as they poured out long-suppressed emotions through tears.

‘…What is this?’

This feeling was completely different from every woman he had seen until now.

Confusion swallowed him whole.

With trembling fingers, Ludville pulled back her hood.

Her hair cascaded over her shoulders like moonlight falling across a snow-covered field.

“…”

A woman clothed in nothing but pale, icy colors.

She looked as though she would melt away before his fingertips could even reach her.

She seemed unreal.

Like a scene taken straight from a dream, standing on the boundary between reality and fantasy.

Without realizing it, Ludville held his breath.

It felt as though the hands of a broken clock had begun to move once again.

With every tick…

His motionless heart began beating faster.

Only for a moment.

“My name is Odely Cardel.”

Those words shattered his thoughts into pieces.

‘Cardel…’

Only then did he truly notice her snow-white silver hair—the unmistakable symbol of House Cardel.

The fragments of memory that had flashed through his mind moments ago faded like scenery seen through a fogged window.

In their place remained only suspicion…

And the unpleasant name of House Cardel.

‘…So she’s the missing third daughter.’

There was no way he wouldn’t know.

By imperial decree, notices of her disappearance had spread throughout the Empire.

Countless rumors surrounded her disappearance.

Kidnapping.

Running away.

Eloping with a lover.

And now…

Some even believed she was already dead.

After all, she had been missing for three months.

“And yet…”

“I never expected you’d come to the North.”

Especially looking like a homeless wanderer.

Ludville slowly looked Odely up and down before curling his lips into a mocking smile.

“What brings the pampered flower raised in House Cardel’s greenhouse all the way to this barren land?”

Despite his sarcasm, Odely never flinched.

She neither stepped back nor lowered her gaze.

Instead, she looked directly into his eyes.

“I wish to become your wife, Your Grace.”

“…”

Silence.

“…”

“…”

The silence stretched on for quite some time.

‘…Has this woman completely lost her mind?’

Ludville quietly studied the woman before him.

Cardel.

There wasn’t a soul in the Empire who didn’t know that family.

The number of heroes recorded in history alone was impossible to count.

The Knight of Azure Flame who stopped the Empire’s greatest calamity.

The Holy Saint whose sacred blood cleansed the Emperor’s curse.

The Sage of the West who was the first to restore the ancient barrier.

Every one of them had carried the blood of House Cardel.

And yet…

The beloved noble lady born into that “noble” family…

A woman raised receiving the admiration of the entire Empire…

Was proposing marriage…

To a madman whose origins and past remained unknown?

A faint laugh escaped him.

Was she simply naïve?

Or was this exactly what one should expect from a Cardel?

“…Did you just say husband and wife?”

There was laughter in his voice.

None at all in his eyes.

Ludville lazily tilted his head.

“You concealed your identity just to come here. I suppose that scar of yours is fake as well.”

“…”

“How admirable. Such dedication.”

He smiled coldly.

“The noble savior of House Cardel… Did your god command those holy hands of yours to save this lunatic?”

If not…

Ludville’s voice dropped even lower.

“Then I suppose you simply coveted the position of Grand Duchess that much.”