“I should have killed you.”
Duchess Cardius has died. The cause of death was poisoning.
It was a death that did not suit her epithet as a witch of poison.
At her funeral,
Her husband, Lahart, recited his marriage vows without blinking an eye.
In fact, he had not said a word at their wedding.
“I will not allow even death to break our vows and take you away from me.”
The name he loved most in the world, is now a name more cursed than anyone else’s.
“Irelaide.”
Lahart couldn’t even imagine it.
His own wife, who was laid in the coffin by his own hands,
Was watching him from among the mourners.
“…You killed our child.”
“Irene, that’s what you said back then.”
“I lied to you. Just like what you did.”
Irene wiped the blood flowing from her child’s lips with a handkerchief.
Lahart felt that something was wrong as he looked at her trembling hand and lips.
“…It’s your child.”
Irene hugged the limp Rian and sobbed out a voice mixed with tears.
“Rian is your child. You killed our child. Twice.”
