Marriage with a Suspiciously Demure Husband - Chapter 89.2

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Chapter 89.2

“….”

Hazel turned her head back to the front, but Kairos clearly saw it. One side of her mouth went up as if she was sneering.

D*mn it.

Kairos stopped looking at Hazel’s face and clenched his teeth again. He wanted to shut that con artist’s mouth. Should he just set this place on fire?

It was impossible because Hazel was watching.

Kairos subtly scratched her hand, trying to steal her attention, which was completely focused on the play. Hazel swatted his hand away as if to say no. After that happened a few times, Hazel grabbed Kairos’s hand tightly and glared at him with all her might.

“I’m watching.”

She grumbled with her mouth as if to warn him. Her eyes were full of resentment. Kairos had to sit on a bed of thorns without making a single sound until the play was over.

* * *

Hazel returned from her date with Kairos and picked up a newspaper that had been tossed aside.

The headline screamed, “The Atrocities of Count and Countess Gadiel.”

Even after reading the article, Kairos’ anger didn’t subside. After seeing Hazel’s fragile expression, he had spent considerable time digging up information about Count and Countess Gadiel.

Since it was such a long time ago, there was no concrete evidence, but fortunately, there were still witnesses who could recount the events of that time. He learned that Count and Countess Gadiel were not merely strict but had done things that would leave Hazel traumatized because of her powers.

He couldn’t believe it.

He would have liked to have them all strung up, but he had taken Sid’s advice to heart and decided to focus solely on Hazel for now. He had also been influenced by the words of others who said that he would never have met Hazel if she hadn’t come from the Count’s family and that he would have married a nobody if he hadn’t.

Well, at least he had stepped on them so hard that they wouldn’t be able to get up again. Kairos put the newspaper away.

His heart was heavy, but his eyes still held a flicker of anger.

* * *

A week later.

Preparations for the trip to the duchy were finally complete. The necessary luggage had been sent off this morning for sorting, and all that was left was for me to go.

After finishing my dressing and dismissing the maids, I fiddled with the magic tool I had received from Annie a week ago. Although there was a safety net in the form of a contract, I hesitated to contact her for fear of incurring her wrath.

I dismissed all the maids and looked around for a long time before activating the magic tool. The magic stone embedded in the coin-like magic tool emitted a light, and soon, a welcome voice was heard.

“Hazel?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

A sigh of relief came from the other end.

“You arrived safely. I received a report that it was delivered properly, but I was worried because I didn’t hear from you.”

“I was busy timing it. How did you know I went there?”

I lowered my voice, even shrinking my body against the communication device.

“I also knew the day you came up from the Ferrarium. It was very difficult to approach you.”

“There was no problem, was there?”

“Problem? Oh, yes. That day, after you came out of the Ferrarium, you were followed for a while, but there was no problem. He kept his promise… unexpectedly well.”

This time, I was the one who breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t touch them as promised. In fact, the inner anxiety continued, so I was more than a little worried that they might have gotten rid of them without anyone knowing.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“I just felt uncomfortable ending it like that. Oh, and about the purification stone…”

“Yes.”

“The amount coming out of the temple is decreasing. I’ve got a whole warehouse full of it, but with the recent increase in the number of demons, it seems they’re buying it up.”

I nodded as I listened to Annie. Soon, they would probably close off the amount going out.

“That’s enough.”

“Shouldn’t I gather more?”

“It’s not like I can’t.”

“Then, I’ll scrape it all up. I’ll contact you if I need it.”

“I’m going north tomorrow.”

I quickly got to the point, figuring she would cut off communication as soon as she saw any sign of trouble.

“Yes, in case of emergency, it’s red hair.”

And with that, the communication was cut off. Red hair in case of emergency? I was left to ponder the cryptic words as the communication device went dark. What in the world did that mean? It didn’t seem to be referring to my hair color.

I tilted my head for a long time before leaving the dressing room.

“Ah…”

I belatedly realized that the maid’s hair, whom I had told to wait outside, was a similar shade of red to mine. I had deliberately ignored her until now. I stared blankly at the maid, who bowed her head to me as usual. No, really, when?

“Madam, do you need anything? Should I bring the carriage?”

“Ah, no. It’s, it’s okay.”

I stared intently at the maid’s face, which was no different from usual. No, really, since when?