Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 170

Chapter 85.2

Though it was distant, I could feel it distinctly.

I couldn’t bring myself to confirm what was in those eyes. It was because the fear came from a different direction than before, so I averted my gaze from that direction.

The old sanctuary was dark.

It was natural, considering there was no one around at night. Every time Eden leaped, his footsteps echoed loudly. It felt like darkness was surrounding and tightening around us from all sides. Even though the danger had certainly passed, my breath felt constricted.

Crossing through the short path to the building to the path leading to the library felt unusually long. My ankles hurt as if they were burning, and cold sweat trickled down my back. As we entered the library, Eden approached one of the walls without hesitation. He gently placed me on the floor and glanced at my face for a moment. Even his face, faintly visible in the darkness, was also pale.

Eden whispered.

“It’s over. It’s done.”

What happened?

I whispered with a lump in my throat.

He must be dead. He was stabbed in the throat…

As Eden spoke hurriedly and fumbled to the wall, I cautiously felt my ankle. It hurt so much that tears welled up. Then, I heard a faint murmur from above me.

“Hold on a little. Once we go back… once you return to our bodies on the other side, it won’t hurt.”

The metallic smell of blood pricked my nose.

The blood wasn’t just coming from my ankle. Eden’s shoulders were soaked as well. It seemed Raniero didn’t take it lying down. It was only then that I realized his murmured words about not feeling pain were what he had been repeating to himself.

At that moment, a clanging sound was heard. It was a noise as if something was being blocked. To me, it was just a sound, though it was different for Eden. He stared down at his own hand as if he couldn’t believe it. Then, in the air slightly away from the wall, his hand continued to move as if gripping something invisible.

Hearing his breath become even more ragged, I stared at his hand in the midst of the encroaching fear.

The composed face contorted.

“Eden, are you okay?”

He didn’t respond to my words. Instead, he just slammed his fist against the stone wall. As if once wasn’t enough to calm him, he hit it twice and three times. He treated his own body harshly without any care until the gloves he was wearing were torn and his knuckles were exposed.

“Stop it! What’s wrong?”

As I stretched out my upper body and grabbed his arm, Eden’s breath, scattering into the air, unsteadily touched the wall. His hand was ice cold. My hand was also rapidly growing cold. Even though I asked why, I already knew the answer.

The door… it wouldn’t open.

Eden staggered. It was a face that wanted to deny reality.

“Why isn’t it opening? Why?!”

He spoke desperately as if whispering to someone on the other side of the door.

“You saw Actilla’s blood. Is it because I’m the Sword of Tunia that it failed, or because I was just destined to fail because the gods ordained it that way?”

His lips trembled thinly.

“Because I’m just doomed to fail, regardless of how hard I try?”

The frustration he felt affected me as well, as I gazed at Eden in disbelief. In a fit of frustration, he kicked the wall.

“Even so, I fulfilled the conditions!”

He cursed in anger.

Just as his voice reverberated throughout the library, I caught a slight sense of disharmony within that resonance. A sound was overlapping with Eden’s voice.

The hair on my entire body stood on end.

‘Eden didn’t fulfill the conditions.’

Something infallible whispered in my mind again.

‘Only when Actilla’s godson dies without leaving a successor would the body of the God suffer a blow. That was what it meant for Actilla to bleed.’

I leaned my back against the wall and looked towards the door with my eyes wide open.

“He’s not dead.”

Eden, who was still venting his anger against the wall, abruptly stopped. When he, who had been causing a commotion right next to me, fell silent, the only sounds in the old sanctuary were now the sound of footsteps.

One heavy one, and one light one that sounded sporadic.

I raised my knees and embraced myself, but my ankle was throbbing with so much pain that I let out a groan.

“He can’t live. I stabbed him in the neck.”

Eden muttered.

But he was wrong.

Through the door of the library room, a shadowy figure appeared. The figure was approaching slowly but seemingly unharmed as if nothing had happened.

The scarlet eyes were fixed straight towards me.

As Eden said, he was stabbed in the neck. The wound appeared quite deep, but upon closer inspection, the bleeding had already stopped. Blessed abundantly by the God of War, he transcended the boundaries of humanity and was now closer to becoming a monster.

He spoke with a raspy voice.

“My Angie. The hunt is now over.”

He held a sword in his hand, raising it high.

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