I Became the Obsessed Ex-Husband in a Romance Fantasy Chapter 138 - Read Online

Translated Chapter 138. Extra: Season of the Rose (2) “Then I shall bet on the side that perfectly takes after only the strengths of you both….” At Kasto’s neutral remark, Bill's eyebrows shot up in an instant. “…I'll bet on the side of your son.” “That's my vice-butler!” “Hoho, I didn't see you that way. Looks like you desperately want to rise in the world?” Bill cheered, and Fabri snorted as if displeased. “This makes it 2:2…. Hmm, isn't there one more person around?” Selma stroked her chin, her voice filled with regret. It was a truly irreverent and yet warm display of loyalty, showing just how much love and expectation the soon-to-be-born heir was receiving. ** “Ow, my back.” Helena leaned against the finest velvet cushion of the carriage and massaged her stiff neck. After racing the considerable distance from the capital of the Rozerk Kingdom to the Schumichel domain, her back was killing her. To handle all the minor information and rumors within the kingdom, the capital was second to none. Therefore, establishing the main branch of the Arsil Intelligence Guild in the capital was only natural. “The castle gate is visible, Helena-nim.” “Mm, alright.” Helena propped her arm on the windowsill and leaned back loosely. “Our madam's belly must be huge by now. I want to see it quickly.” After the wedding, which was led and officiated by the royal family. Rose did not busy herself with social activities by showing her face here and there. Instead, she stayed holed up in the Schumichel domain. Dane was also not one to engage in much external activity. Because of that, rumors had circulated in the capital that the Duke cherished his wife so much that he had confined her to his domain. Before long, the news of Rose's pregnancy broke out, and those rumors died down as well, but. Helena's role was precisely to handle and spread those kinds of rumors. She devoted her efforts particularly to creating favorable public opinion for the Schumichel Family. The academic papers published by Anersen and the highest-grade magic stones mined from the Kalmar Mine and presented to the king were among her materials. “Uh… somehow, the domain seems a bit different from usual.” At the voice of the guild member and coachman, Helena opened the carriage's outer window and checked outside. The atmosphere at the castle gate, which should have been peaceful, was completely grim. Several carriages were clustered up ahead, all stopped and unable to enter. “Did monsters invade or something? What is this?” Helena touched the dagger she always carried inside her clothes. Since becoming the Guild Master, she rarely had to use her hands directly, but she secretly looked forward to stretching her body for the first time in a while. Creak. Eventually, the carriage came to a stop, and the conversation between the carriage ahead and the guards could be heard. “What is all this?” “These are holy relics sent by the Countess Holland.” “And what is inside that box?” “Rare herbs that aid in smooth childbirth. We've brought them fresh by air for the Duchess of Schumichel.” It was a very strict and meticulous inspection. Soon, armed personnel walked over and surrounded Helena's carriage. “Identify yourself and your affiliation.” The moment the voice sounded, Helena tilted her head. The gruff voice was familiar to her ears. But it wasn't a voice she expected to hear here, was it? “I am from the Arsil Guild. We have prepared gifts for the heir who will be born soon.” “His Excellency has given a strict order to thoroughly inspect everything entering the castle right now. Unload all of your luggage.” “Pardon?” The coachman asked, flustered. “Sir Knight, the Arsil Guild has long traded with the Schumichel domain. We would never dare bring in anything suspicious.” “It's not like I'm doing this because I like it either.” A strangely grumbling tone. Helena finally became certain of the other party's identity. “Even for merchant companies or guilds that have frequently traded with us, we cannot make exceptions. Please follow the procedure.” “Ah, understood.” “Who is inside the carriage?” “It is the Guild Master.” “…What?” Clunk! When Helena opened the door and stepped down, a familiar face appeared. “Sir Matthias. It's been a while.” “…Miss Helena.” Matthias made a flustered face upon seeing Helena, “I have committed a discourtesy. However, all carriages are being inspected, so please understand.” But soon returned to his resolute demeanor from earlier. Following that, Matthias and the guards began searching the carriage's cargo. “Hm.” Helena realized that Matthias would not make an exception just because it was her. She also understood why this situation had come about. ‘The master must have thrown a fit.’ After Rose became pregnant, Dane acted as if everything in the world besides himself was harmful and dangerous to Rose. So he was committing the waste of personnel of stationing the Captain of the Schumichel Knights at the castle gate without any hesitation. Matthias's sullen expression made sense. “Confirmed.” “What about that box?” “Wait a moment. I need to break the seal.” Wasn't this excessive scrutiny, no matter how you looked at it? Just as Helena's eyes narrowed slightly at Matthias and the guards' persistent search— “Wait!” Helena snatched the bag right out of Matthias's hand. “Handle it with care. It's important.” “…My apologies.” “I understand it must be tough for our great Knight Captain playing gatekeeper, but taking it out on innocent luggage won't do.” Helena ostentatiously patted the dust off the bag. Her blue eyes shone coldly with anger. “Did you think I was trying to smuggle in magic coal or something?” “I'm not suspecting you, Miss Helena!” Matthias hurriedly waved his hands. His stiff attitude from earlier vanished quietly, leaving only a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs. “If you aren't suspecting me, then it's fine. Well, I suppose I can show you if you're that curious.” Helena snorted and threw the bag open. A delicately crafted rattle was revealed. “I had it specially prepared for the baby in the madam's womb.” “Oh… it's so small and adorable. How cute.” “It's made of silver so you can detect if any poison or harmful substance touches it.” “…….” Matthias opened his mouth. It was a look that suddenly recalled Helena's former profession. 'The baby might put it in their mouth. Is it really alright to make it out of silver?' His wavering eyes were asking just that. “It's for decorative purposes, you know. The real gift is something else.” Where Helena's chin pointed was the large box next to it. Inside it were stuffed full of clumsily shaped dolls. “They're cloth dolls the children sewed themselves.” “Ah, it seems the madam would like them. How cute.” “Just in case, I hid lockpicks and small concealed weapons inside the cotton.” “…….” Matthias's eyes wavered futilely once again. He wore an expression caught in a dilemma about whether he should let these items through or confiscate them. “So naive.” Helena grinned. “It's a normal rattle and normal dolls. Do you believe everything I say?” “I…!” Matthias started to flare up, but then ran his hand through his hair and gave up. In front of Helena, he always seemed to become a fool. It hadn't even been that long since he learned her real name was Helena. “…I have committed many discourtesies. Please go on in.” Matthias gestured to the guards and stepped back. Helena and the coachman boarded the carriage. Clunk. Before closing the outer window, Helena rested her chin on the windowsill and smiled with her eyes curving upward. “You're working hard, Captain.” “…Thank you for your concern.” “Ah, right. Among the dolls earlier.” Just as the carriage slowly started to move, “I really did hide a concealed weapon in exactly one of them. So later, tell His Excellency it's a surprise gift.” Helena's playful voice rode the wind and flew into Matthias's ears. “Wh-What did you say?! Miss Helena! Wait!” Leaving behind the desperate shout of the pale-faced Matthias, the carriage carrying Helena slipped inside the castle gate with a cheerful sound of wheels. Helena leaned against the outer window, laughing brightly. “Ah, this is fun. The castle must be in quite an uproar, huh?” According to what she heard, Dane had entrusted the Monastery with a massive donation and a request for intercessory prayer. He had also reportedly dispensed large-scale charity to the impoverished. Thanks to that, all the domain residents were praying with one heart for the baby to be born safely. Even the stones on the street seemed to know that a joyous event was about to occur for the Schumichel Family. And when she arrived at the castle. Helena abruptly stopped in her tracks at the scene unfolded before her eyes. “Carry it carefully! How many times do I have to tell you the water must not cool down!” “We need more hemostatic herbs!” “Quickly, move quickly! There's no time to dawdle!” The massive central hall was like a warzone. Dozens of maids were sprinting at full speed, carrying washbasins, steaming wet towels, and bundles of unidentifiable herbs in their arms. Their bodies moved busily, but their faces were frozen stiff with tension. “Hurry up!” Head Maid Selma was shouting at the top of her lungs while gripping the hem of her skirt, commanding the scene. “Ah, Miss Helena.” Selma, who had spotted Helena, wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Come quickly. I didn't know you'd be here. We're in a frenzy.” Everyone now knew that Helena had worked undercover as a maid and secretly operated as Dane's shadow. Helena was being respected by the vassals of Schumichel as the Master of the Arsil Guild and a guest. “What's going on? Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking?” Helena asked even though she guessed the reason, “The madam has started her labor pains!” Selma gave the expected answer. “What? Already? It's much earlier than the due date!” “Her water suddenly broke… I'll show you to your room later. Alright?” Watching Selma's retreating figure as she dashed away like the wind, Helena clicked her tongue. Rose's premature birth. It was indeed a serious emergency. But even so, the fact that the entire castle's atmosphere was frozen solid was hard to understand. Hadn't they dispatched the royal physician as well as experienced midwives? This wouldn't be Selma's first time delivering a baby either. ‘At a time like this, the master needs to keep it together. Where is he and what is he doing?’ Helena hurriedly moved her steps toward the upper floor where Rose's delivery room was prepared. The moment she stepped into the entry corridor, “…!” Helena instantly understood why everyone in the castle was running about frantically. Unlike the pandemonium in the main hall, the corridor was terrifyingly quiet. No, beyond merely being quiet, a chilling cold that felt suffocating was dripping down. *Scritch— Scritch—* At the end of the corridor, in front of the tightly shut threshold of the delivery room. There sat Dane Schumichel with his legs crossed. With a large whetstone on his lap and his beloved blue-black sword in his hand. *Scritch— Scritch—* Dane was silently sharpening the blade of his sword with an expressionless face. His face was so pale it was devoid of blood, and his gaze lingered somewhere in the empty air. Only the eerie friction sound, as if he should slit someone's throat at any moment, filled the corridor. “…He's doing that?” As Helena muttered in disbelief, a scream leaked out through the crack of the delivery room door. “Aaaaaagh—!” Rose's agonizing scream, as if her bones were being scraped. At that moment, “…….” Dane's hand, which had been moving rhythmically, flinched.

I Became the Obsessed Ex-Husband in a Romance Fantasy - Chapter 138