Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 49: [] I’m going to kill that bastard.

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Roardnes swiftly reached for the hilt of his sword with one hand. At the same time, I grabbed his hand to stop him. I could feel his large hand trembling violently beneath mine.

"Adriene... I absolutely have to kill that bastard."

The calm atmosphere suddenly changed. Although the peaceful room was filled with a moderate amount of murmuring, it felt like a huge whirlwind was swirling around only us. And in the eye of that storm, our gazes tangled chaotically. I could clearly see the blood vessels around Roardnes's pupils. And the same was probably true of me reflected in his eyes.

"Okay, but..."

I forced a smile, trying to suppress the old anger that was welling up like bile.

"After I kill him first."

"..."

Roardnes, who had been listening intently to me, shook his head as if he couldn't hear me. If I hadn't been holding his hand, he would have immediately mounted his horse and gone to behead Noebian.

"Roardnes, I know why you're angry."

"No, you don't."

Roardnes spat out the words.

"You really don't know, Adriene."

"At first, I felt like my world was falling apart too."

My hand gradually moved from Roardnes's trembling back of the hand to the hilt of the sword. Even though the position had changed, the trembling beneath my hand remained the same.

"Thinking about it, I wasn't so much despairing over Noebian's betrayal. I felt a much greater sense of betrayal because I thought Noebian was my first love and my last love... and it felt like all the time we had spent together had been completely negated. Even though most of that time wasn't actually spent with him."

"The truth doesn't change."

"I know, I know... But for the past two months, I've been able to look at the current situation from a little further away."

When I put my hand on Roardnes's cheek, which he was constantly shaking, his eyes trembled violently. He couldn't shake his head anymore, but his cheek was trembling as much as my hand.

"Even if I were still alive, if I thought I had lived my life believing in a love filled with deception... I sometimes think it would have been better to die like this and know the truth."

There's nothing we can do about something that's already dead. I really thought that way sometimes. Roardnes sneered coldly. It wasn't directed at me, but my heart felt a pang.

"I'm okay because I have you."

"No, you're not okay."

Remember clearly. The way you were hurt and cried while constantly denying the fact that you were Adriene. It's still vivid in my mind. Roardnes murmured incessantly. His trembling chin and cheeks clearly showed how much he was enduring for me now.

"If you kill Noebian Trovica now, you might feel relieved for the moment. But what then? What are you going to say to your father and brother who trust him?"

"Adriene."

Roardnes lifted his hand over mine, which was gripping his cheek, and raised the corner of his lip coldly.

"I'm already a problem child known throughout the empire. I won't hear anyone say they're disappointed if I kill someone."

His eyes, which shone coldly, were ironically growing darker.

"No matter how great the punishment, I'll avenge you."

Before I could say anything, Roardnes forced a smile and abruptly got up. It was the first time I had ever faced someone so full of killing intent, and my whole body trembled.

"I'll tell Neil to escort you back to the manor. Don't worry about anything. Everything will be over by the time you wake up."

Over? What does he mean by over? Even if Noebian leaves this world now, what will change? As soon as I saw Roardnes raise his hand to call Neil, I got up and hugged him from behind. His waist was incredibly firm compared to his broad back.

"An, I don't want to stain my hands with meaningless blood."

Roardnes stood still, completely frozen.

"If avenging you makes me feel better, doesn't it?"

"...Adriene."

A low, hoarse voice, unlike his usual tone, came from his throat. Roardnes forcefully released my arms and slowly turned to face me.

"If I kill him and even a little harm comes to you, my heart will not be at ease, nor will I be happy."

"I can't bear the thought of you going back to the house of the man who killed you."

Roardnes forced out the words. However, no matter how much I thought about it, if I were to behead Noebian, I would have to continue living as Blié, knowing nothing. To live a new life, covering up all the truth. Is that really revenge? I shook my head. And looking up at Roardnes, who was holding my arms like ropes, I said,

"If you need help, I'll ask you. Please trust me."

Just as you trusted me as Adriene, trust me this time. I told you I wanted to end it with my own hands.

"...Even you, even you, please listen to me."

Roardnes's sturdy chest, which had been rising and falling rapidly, stopped moving. The killing intent that had filled his eyes suddenly diminished. I cautiously approached Roardnes and buried myself in his arms. It wasn't a hug of a sexual nature, but an embrace to comfort both him and me. Without embracing me, he shuddered his chest several times and finally wrapped his arms around my shoulders. After a long time, Roardnes's warm and firm body separated from me. Grasping my both shoulders, Roardnes opened his mouth heavily with all his might.

"...If the opportunity arises, I will eliminate that bastard anytime."

"No."

"I know what you're worried about and what you want. But if there's an opportunity to kill him without anyone knowing..."

His grip on my shoulders grew hotter.

"...Then, no matter what you say, I'll kill that bastard with my own hands."

With his eyes bloodshot, yet unable to shout, I couldn't shake my head. I suddenly felt that I didn't even have the right to object.

The Second Prince Roardnes's palace was unusually bustling. Unlike before, when he seemed to be on strike, he was now ordering everyone around, demanding everything to be brought to him. Neil, who had a mountain of documents to approve, diligently carried the papers back and forth, but Roardnes seemed to be working frantically while his soul was elsewhere.

"Don't just stand there, put it down."

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"Neil."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Don't ever be rude to Countess Acacia again."

"When have I ever been rude?"

As soon as he said that, he remembered when he had enthusiastically told Neil to impress the Countess with his charm. He felt awkward.

"Yes, I will never be rude."

Neil wasn't a fool. He knew that something serious had happened, judging by the tense atmosphere yesterday between the two. A furious lord and a countess trying to calm him down. It was clearly a love affair. He must have been seduced while trying to seduce her.

"And investigate everything from the beginning, no matter how small, about any connection between Noebian Trovica and Blié Acacia."

"Investigating the past of one's lover is not very chivalrous..."

"Investigate it as if it were a murder case."

"Yes?"

Roardnes, who muttered ominously, said nothing more. Neil's eyes blinked in surprise at the unexpected word and saluted before leaving the office.

"Ha."

Roardnes roughly loosened his cravat. The knot that had been carefully tied by his attendant was undone in an instant. He had an overwhelming urge to draw the sword at his side and cut Noebian Trovica's throat.

'Would it be enough if I killed my own wife?'

He still felt as if Adriene's voice was strangling him. In a firm voice that he couldn't refute, Adriene had clearly said so. Regardless of the truth, Noebian Trovica was already a criminal. Whether or not Noebian actually killed her had become an irrelevant issue to Roardnes. That's what he thought when he remembered Adriene in despair. The scabbard of the sword he held and Adriene's voice, begging him to let her end it herself, blocked his breath.

"Vincenzo!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Roardnes, who had made up his mind, spoke to Vincenzo, who had come in briskly.

"Go to His Majesty. Tell him I will take on the task he has been wanting."

"..."

Vincenzo's eyes widened, realizing what it meant. The disappearance of Baroness Kuroseda! While Vincenzo rushed to the Emperor's office, Roardnes stared at the closed door and gritted his teeth. There would never be a day when he could defeat Adriene. If that were the case, there was nothing he could do. He had to make a great contribution to the Emperor and shake Noebian Trovica. Even though she wanted to end it herself, he had to help her. 'A problematic Second Prince who has made great contributions wants Blié Acacia who already has a husband.' If the Emperor or he himself heard such words, there would definitely be a greater reaction. Noebian Trovica, who hid everything and continued to deceive. The seat next to the Second Prince, who didn't care about other people's gazes. He himself would know best what choice his mistress would make.

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The night before, I couldn't sleep well and tossed and turned all night. Neil and some of Roardnes's knights were hiding around the manor to protect me. The next afternoon, I was invited to a tea party hosted by Noura at the Crown Princess's palace. It was the first time I had participated in a proper social event since becoming Blié Acacia. Most of the wives of the major nobles of the Imperial Party were there, and since it was my first time meeting most of them, I just sat with Irene near the Crown Princess and Noura and listened blankly.

"About the missing woman case. Have they narrowed down the suspects?"

"I heard they haven't found any evidence yet."

"The capital guard commander was dismissed as well. I'm sure His Highness the Crown Prince must be very worried, Your Highness."

"His Highness has a lot of work besides that, so I don't think he's that worried."

Doris rarely spoke up in these gatherings, and Noura, the hostess, usually took over and answered questions related to the Crown Prince. Thanks to her, the ladies who had long wanted to catch the Crown Princess's eye were becoming increasingly irritated.

"What do you think, Countess Acacia?"

One of the irritated ladies asked me a question. They were clearly curious about me, who had suddenly become a lady-in-waiting to the Crown Princess.

"...I don't know."

I had recently heard the rumor that Countess Kuroseda was the Emperor's mistress. However, how could I answer a question about what I thought about the disappearance of a woman I didn't know, either in face or personality? Just because Doris wasn't saying anything didn't mean she wasn't watching me.

"I don't really know."

"Countess."

Noura seemed to think it was a careless attitude and looked at me with slightly sharp eyes. I just shrugged. It was a perfect answer for my current image, so I didn't care what Noura thought.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but Countess Acacia has only recently come to the capital from her estate, so she doesn't really know her. Isn't that right, Countess?"

"...."

When Noura seemed to be subtly scolding me, Irene made an excuse for me. I smiled like a person who had no thoughts. I think Irene quite liked my conversation style, which was 'perfect in body language but seemed thoughtless when I opened my mouth'.

"Yes, but I heard a rumor that His Highness the Second Prince Roardnes will be in charge of that case. So won't the case be solved soon?"

The atmosphere of the tea party heated up as soon as Roardnes was mentioned. I looked at Noura boldly and said so, and her expression became quite strange. It was because Noura, who was well-informed about gossip, couldn't possibly not know about the relationship between Roardnes and me. I remembered the large photo of Roardnes and me in the gossip magazine this morning. The picture of us hugging each other in the cafe yesterday was printed in it.

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