Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 139

Chapter 70.1

Eden was taken aback upon hearing my crying sound.

“Hey.”

Still, I didn’t feel like being comforted.

It wasn’t because I wasn’t crying because I was sad. Everything was just complicated. It felt like my head was whipped around with a whisk.

I snapped back fiercely.

“Don’t look back. Just keep going.”

Eden seemed uncertain whether to listen to me or ignore me and try to comfort me. His words came to a halt.

“Go!”

However, when I called out in a sobbing voice from behind him, he said, ‘Okay,’ and continued riding. I, too, followed suit and joined the ride, enduring the chilling gusts of wind that relentlessly struck my face and even dislodged my hood. The biting cold threatened to numb the tips of my ears, but I refused to halt or propose a decrease in speed, and instead, I persisted in riding.

Stars began to descend from the top of the sky.

I suddenly felt the urge to shout.

“Aaahhh!”

As I let out a loud, guttural scream from deep within my stomach, Eden turned around in surprise to look at me. He glanced around, but there were no houses in sight.

No matter how much noise I made, there was no one to say anything.

I screamed once again.

“Aaaaahhhh…!”

In a fleeting moment, my scream dissipated into nothingness, whisked away by the relentless wind.

Devoid of any surfaces to bounce off, the sound vanished and evaporated into the atmosphere. Despite the feverish heat coursing through my body, my skin tingled with an icy numbness. I persisted in unleashing my screams at the highest volume as if unburdening myself from a pent-up force. Meanwhile, the horse galloped onward, unperturbed by my cries, propelled by a surge of exhilaration.

After a while, my throat became hoarse.

I burst out laughing.

Somehow, it felt remarkably invigorating. Leaving Actilus with only a handful of possessions, sprinting across the frigid expanse of the plains… it was truly a liberating experience. Even though I didn’t know what lay ahead, rather than succumbing to worry, my heart embraced a buoyant lightness.

“Hiya!”

I rode ahead of Eden.

“Hey!”

Panicked, he picked up his pace.

Once again, tears gathered in my eyes. Yet, this time, they didn’t stem from the earlier disarray. In the void left by my scream, an ineffable feeling of emancipation started to surge.

I was desperate to survive.

I clung to each passing moment as if my very existence hung in the balance. Until this point, I had always been cautious, fixated solely on navigating through the trials. But now, it no longer mattered whether I screamed or ran to my heart’s content.

For the first time, I felt free.

Throughout my past life and even in this new world, I had always been thrust into one predicament after another.

However, now, a sense of liberation washed over me, stemming from relinquishing it all. The frigid air rushed into my nostrils, chilling yet revitalizing. I fell silent and lifted my gaze to the sky. It stretched above me, astonishingly clear, adorned with countless stars that seemed to cascade down in the absence of the moon.

“It feels good.”

I muttered as if I was entranced.

Eden, who had reined in the horse beside me, did the same, and he looked up at the sky as well.

“I’m glad that’s the case.”

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Cisen and Sylvia couldn’t sleep all night.

It was because they were worried that Eden and Angelica might not be able to escape and could be captured. Sylvia anxiously bit her lip, her gaze fixed on the outside. At the same time, Cisen knelt down and fervently recited a prayer, her hands clasped together, directed towards an unfamiliar deity.

The night felt agonizingly prolonged, with each passing minute stretching their apprehension.

It was only when the first light of dawn graced the sky that a sigh of relief finally escaped the lips of both women. With the rising sun, a deliveryman arrived, pushing a handcart filled with supplies.

Cisen stepped outside to accept the delivery, which included eggs, milk, bread, and dried meat.

Curiously, the courier, who hailed from the Countess’s residence, craned his neck repeatedly, trying to catch a glimpse inside the villa as if he had been instructed to check on Angelica. Sensing the courier’s curiosity, she positioned herself strategically to obstruct his view of the vacant stable space, ensuring that no suspicions were aroused.

“How is the Empress? I’d like to see her face once.”

At those words, she responded coldly and dismissively.

“Do you think the Empress shows her face to just anyone? Please know your place and act accordingly.”

Despite the delivery man’s displeased expression, he had no choice but to comply with her statement. Grumbling under his breath, he begrudgingly withdrew the handcart and departed. Once the delivery person had left, Cisen entered the villa, clutching a basket tightly.

As she closed the front door behind her, her legs weakened and she collapsed into her seat, overwhelmed with exhaustion.

Sylvia helped her to her feet as she asked.

“What did he say?”

“He said he wanted to make sure Her Majesty was doing well.”

“That’s good to hear. It seems that they don’t know that the Empress and the paladin crossed the gate yesterday.”

Cisen concurred with her words.

The strategy of separating the departures of Eden and Angelica by a week was devised to create an alibi for them. By having Cisen and Sylvia remain at the villa and make their presence known, it would create the assumption that Angelica was also present. Consequently, when they eventually leave, it would obscure the precise timing of Angelica and Eden’s departure from the Countess’s estate, leading to confusion in the search operations.

Prior to her departure, Angelica repeatedly stressed to Sylvia and Cisen to do their best to run away.

She vehemently insisted that they must conceal themselves with extreme caution, leaving behind no discernible trails. While both women made a solemn vow in Angelica’s presence to adhere to her instructions inwardly, they harbored divergent sentiments.

Sylvia asked, taking the basket from her hand.

“You know what we need to do, right?”

Cisen nodded.

“We need to serve as bait.”

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