I Became The Wife Of The Cursed Grand Duke Chapter 110

Then Aether scratched his head and admitted.

 

[Hmph, my body has been tattered from so many years of reincarnation, and my mind is too weak to remember that I’ve reverted to that state.]

 

How he despaired at his inability to remember his previous life.

 

Kalian’s heart breaks when he thinks of her asking him to marry her, his whole body shaking.

 

He shook his head helplessly, unable to forgive himself for her heartlessness, much less the evil god who had wiped his memory.

 

It was then.

 

Fasth─

 

The purple orb that had restored his lost memories dispersed like smoke, and his vision shifted once more.

 

 

* * *

 

 

Kalian was at the place where his wife, accused of being a witch, had been burned at the stake hundreds of years ago.

 

After the ceremony was over, to be exact.

 

A breeze blew across the charred remains of the pyre in the center of the vast plaza, the charred pillar, and the shouting crowd.

 

Unwilling to lower his head, he let his gaze slowly drift with the flow of the air.

 

His body feels cold from the crown of his head down, as if his wife’s body is beneath his feet.

 

“Shit…”

 

Thank God.

 

No wife.

 

Instead, in his hand, he held the bokken that had been in his family for generations.

 

The golden blade dripped with cold blood. He had stabbed his wife through the heart and taken her life.

 

He dropped the sword helplessly to the floor.

 

It was then.

 

“It hurts, it hurts so much, please help me…!”

 

‘I’d rather kill you, it’s too hot.’

 

He could see his wife’s body, burned from head to toe, writhing in agony as she struggled to breathe.

 

It wasn’t real.

 

But when he realized it was Evelyn who had died by his hand, a pain like a knife cutting through his heart.

 

“Hah… This is hell.”

 

An incompetent husband who had lost his wife twice.

 

Even though the wife he was looking for was right in front of him, he couldn’t recognize her.

 

Endless guilt and helplessness imprisoned him.

 

As his eyes burned, a purple aura began to envelope the sheathed sword.

 

[Boom!]

 

Snatching it up, Aether wiped the dirty blade with his sleeve and placed it in Kalian’s hand.

 

[Do you understand now? If it weren’t for me, you’d have to live with the pain of losing your wife once more].

 

Drowning in his grief, Kalian couldn’t help but frown at Aether’s ridiculous excuse.

 

“Nonsense! If you hadn’t wiped my memory, I wouldn’t have had to hurt her like that.”

 

Aether snorted once more, looking at the enraged Kalian, who looked as if he might swing his sword at any moment.

 

[Without hurting her? What else can you do right now besides put her in danger again?]

 

“Is that why you told my wife all that bullshit about staying with you? I’m a fool for believing in a fiend like you, and you must have enjoyed seeing me like this all this time!”

 

[Ha! You’re the one who’s delusional, don’t forget. You are me, and I am you, and from the moment you asked me for help, your wife has been my wife, and she is also my wife!”]

 

Sparks flew in the gold and red eyes as they glared at each other.

 

It was only a matter of moments before the breezy air became taut with tension.

 

His anger rose to the top of his head, but it was true what Aether had said about caring for her.

 

Aether had come to the mortal plane to visit and had fallen in love with Daphne.

 

He stayed by her side throughout her life, and when she died, he appeared before Kalian’s eyes.

 

“Alas, you worthless mortal, accept my power. If you lend me your body, I will use the power of the Netherworld to bring Daphne back to life.”

 

Left with no choice, Kalian grasped at straws and inherited the Demon God’s power.

 

But the ritual failed.

 

He followed his wife to her death, and as a punishment for abandoning his Guardian destiny and embracing the Demon God, he was doomed to infinite reincarnation.

 

Kalian was not discouraged. He had no doubt that his wife would return one day.

 

But as soon as it seemed she would return, hundreds of years passed, and she never did.

 

The years flew by.

 

He was bored and free.

 

Later, he began to wonder if he was looking for his dead wife or the demon who had doomed himself to a miserable fate.

 

How many meaningless years had passed.

 

Finally, exhausted and disillusioned with the meaninglessness of his life, he made a decision.

 

He decided to take his own life until he was given the fate of a Guardian again.

 

Once he was reborn as a guardian, he would destroy Babel and enter eternal rest, no matter what.

 

It was around this time that word spread that the House of Orpheus had many boys who had taken their own lives.

 

Kalian died and was reborn again and again, until he no longer feared death.

 

Finally, he succeeded in being reincarnated as a Guardian.

 

Shortly after his birth, he was thrilled to see the Guardian mark on his chest.

 

But reincarnation had a deadly side effect.

 

The face of the woman he loved enough to break his destiny became blurred.

 

It was for this reason that the portraits of the original Guardian couple were painted over and hung in the capital’s mansion.

 

To never forget her.

 

To fulfill his vengeance against Babel for destroying his love.

 

He vowed that in this lifetime, he would destroy Babel and break the shackles of this tiresome fate.

 

That’s how he lived his life…

 

Kalian remembered his first meeting with Evelyn, when he felt a strong attraction.

 

He had searched for her for so long, and yet he had lost all memory of her.

 

How pathetic would Evelyn feel when she realized this?

 

“Evelyn is my wife. And you’re just an evil god, you have no power over me.”

 

[How pathetic. If Evelyn hadn’t asked you to marry her, you would have lost her again in this life].

 

He blurted out, but he was actually confused.

 

She was the wife he’d been dying for and waiting for.

 

But he was afraid that his love, his longing for her, would drive her to a miserable death again.

 

“…This is the one time I shouldn’t have gotten involved with her.”

 

In his head, he knew. He knows that the only way to break the cycle is to destroy Babel.

 

But now that he realizes that Evelyn will be sacrificed in the process, he’s forced to revise his goals.

 

‘In this life, I will never put her in danger. Even if I have to endure the horror of it all again.’

 

“Now get out of here.”

 

Keeping his secret to himself, he released a powerful burst of magic power.

 

His vision shifted in an instant as Aether dissipated, a musty odor wafting through the air. Kalian was finally inside the gate.

 

 

* * *

 

 

At that time, on the second floor of Bellatra Dungeon.

 

Evelyn, who had been saved by someone else, was hiding in a room barely big enough for two people to stand in.

 

Gently lowering her hand over her mouth to stifle a possible scream in the dreamy atmosphere that reeked of blood, Evelyn nervously checked her opponent.

 

“Le-Leon?”

 

It was none other than Count Leonhard Bernard, who had rescued her from danger.

 

‘How did he get here?’

 

Evelyn’s eyes widened, and he lifted his index finger to the corner of his mouth, his blue eyes alert.

 

“If I were any later, you’d be in trouble. They might still be out there, so stay here for a while.”

 

He held his breath, watching the situation, and it was a while before he spoke up.

 

“What about you? Are you hurt anywhere?”

 

Evelyn still looked dumbfounded.

 

She was not surprised; in her past life, knights had often hallucinated during raids on Doll’s Mansion.

 

‘Would this be any different?’

 

Evelyn asked, her guard up.

 

“Why are you here? I mean, how did you get in?”

 

There are two ways to enter the dungeons of Bellatra.

 

One is to enter the open dungeon on a red moonlit night.

 

The other is by teleporting through a gap in the ground with a strong magical force.

 

Both the first and second options were ridiculous.

 

He hesitated to answer, as if he didn’t want to tell her the truth.

 

“I know this is going to be crazy, but I think we should get you to a safe place first. This place is kind of…”

 

‘Why here?’

 

Evelyn eyed him suspiciously, the tips of her ears reddening, then jerked away, startled by a sudden sensation.

 

“Aah!”

 

As close as they were, they were too close. Evelyn threw her hands up in the air to show she meant no offense.

 

“Mee, I’m sorry, I must have gotten so caught up in the moment that I fell on you without realizing it.”

 

“Hahaha, I’m fine, so hmm, shall we get out of here?”

 

She thought for a moment and came to the conclusion that getting out of here was a priority, whether she was hallucinating or not.

 

“Wait a minute.”

 

Evelyn adjusted the hem of her cumbersome skirt with her dagger and nodded.

 

“All right.”

 

They cautiously opened the door.

 

The hallway was eerie.

 

The puddles of blood that had formed here and there had disappeared, but the dense fog remained.

 

“That means there are still demons out there. At this rate, we’re going to have to get rid of the doll and head to the first floor.”