My Contract Husband is Going Crazy Because of My Iron Wall - Chapter 53.2

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Chapter 53.2

‘Reinhardt, unfamiliar with the concept of fandom, probably thinks differently.’

“Don’t worry, I can’t attend any of them anyway.”

After reassuring a worried Reinhardt, I turned to the next page. I cheerfully skimmed through articles speculating about my sudden marriage to Reinhardt and the song I sang at Ella’s birthday party, targeting her… until I came across an article titled:

Stage Actor A Accused of Attempted Murder of Fellow Actor B After Threatening to Expose B’s Demonic Heritage.

Two phrases immediately caught my attention: stage actor and demonic heritage. One person came to mind.

‘Amil?!’

The last time I saw him, he said he had an audition… If he passed the audition and became an actor while I was in the North, there was a good chance Stage Actor A was Amil.

The attempted murder was unsuccessful, but due to the accusation by Fellow Actor B, Stage Actor A was immediately arrested by the Imperial Knights. Stage Actor A is scheduled to be executed on the upcoming Day of Judgment.

‘The Day of Judgment’ was the day I feared the most—the day when those ‘guilty’ of having demonic heritage were executed, and the day the Imperial family underwent mana testing. It was also the day I died in ‘My Contract Husband is a Bit Strange.’

“Jade, do you have any news about Young Lord Leopold?”

“After he briefly returned to the Marquess Leopold’s estate, I heard he ran away, saying he wanted to become an actor. I haven’t heard anything since.”

‘Oh no. If he left the estate, he must have passed the audition.’

‘What if Stage Actor A really is Amil?’

If things had followed the original story, I wouldn’t have awakened Amil, and I would have been the one on the execution stand…

‘Then, Amil will die because of me.’

“Haha. Surely Stage Actor A couldn’t possibly be Young Marquess Leopold, right?”

Jade laughed lightheartedly, oblivious to my inner turmoil. Reinhardt, however, stared at my suddenly darkened face and rummaged through the newspaper.

“The Day of Judgment is in a week.”

His words meant Amil might only have a week left to live.

* * *

“Wife, the request for a visit has been denied.”

Reinhardt said, handing me a letter from the Imperial Knights.

‘This is driving me crazy!’

I had postponed my trip to the North, trying to meet Stage Actor A or find Amil’s whereabouts, but all my efforts were in vain.

A week had passed, and today was the Day of Judgment.

My only option left was to go to the Grand Plaza, where the execution would take place, and confirm Stage Actor A’s identity myself.

“The reply arrived quickly, considering the execution is only three hours away.”

I gave a bitter laugh and finished my preparations by putting on a dark, wide-brimmed hat. Even though my identity wouldn’t be revealed as long as I stayed away from the mana detection device, I was still scared and covered myself as much as possible to avoid attention.

“To be honest, I never intended to go to that dreadful place, a place that could potentially be my own grave.”

As we boarded the carriage heading towards the Grand Plaza, I spoke heavily.

“The fact that you’re going, despite your fear, shows how much you care for Brother Amil.”

“Yes.”

Whether it was because of me or not, Amil was someone who had offered me chrysanthemum flowers. Despite finding him bothersome and annoying, I didn’t want someone who considered me a friend to die.

“I see.”

After Reinhardt’s low, subdued response, silence fell between us.

“We’ve arrived.”

The rhythmic sound of the carriage wheels, which had filled the void of silence, stopped, and the coachman announced our arrival. Reinhardt and I stepped out of the carriage and quietly blended into the crowd, filling the stands.

“When will they kill him?”

“I wish they’d hurry up.”

People whispered, glancing at the stage, which was decorated as if for a festival. Their callous words felt directed at me, sending a chill through my heart.

Just then, Reinhardt gently covered my ears.

“.…”

His silent comfort brought warmth back to my heart. If Reinhardt extended his arms just a little further, he would be embracing me from behind. My back tingled with awareness, but I didn’t pull away, savoring his warmth.

Time flew by.

The execution platform was set up, and the Imperial Knights dragged the condemned onto the stage and forced them to kneel.

“That’s not Marquess Leopold!”

I shouted as soon as I saw the condemned’s face. At that moment, a voice, not Reinhardt’s, came from behind me.

“I see you were worried, thinking it was me.”

Startled, I turned around to see Amil smiling, one corner of his lip lifted.

“Marquess Leopold! Where have you been, and what have you been doing?!”

Relieved, I yelled and lightly punched Amil’s chest.

“Such physical displays of affection are inappropriate, given your aversion to them.”

If Reinhardt hadn’t stepped in front of Amil to shield him from my punches, I probably would have hit him a few more times.