For My Husband’s New Wife - Chapter 20

Bang!

The vibration delivered by Lancelot’s palms is distinct.

The odor of wood burning. Gunpowder coming from the barrel of the rifle. There was no time to determine which was more distinct, and Anita’s sense of smell was in continual agony.

Lancelot returned the gun to her hands at that precise time.

“Your contribution is outstanding. However, what is the point if you cannot shoot?”

Anita moved her head automatically to follow the passing side view of him. Then, she firmly closed her eyes and inspected the silhouette strewn across the weeds.

‘I… That person—’

“Don’t get me wrong. I, not you, murdered him. In contemporary culture, it is known as self-defense.”

Lancelot reprimanded her as though he had been patient. The tone is really harsh, yet the information is almost consoling. Anita has not, however, lost her mind.

A voice was then heard.

“He died immediately”

“You can open your eyes, Anita.”

When she opened his eyes after taking a deep breath, a white cloth was draped over the corpse of the servant. It was the bedsheet that Anita had discarded.

How did all of this occur?

“Where did it all go wrong?”

It must have been an Edenbahir household worker, right?

‘It’s hot.’

Anita raked the hair that had fallen from her forehead to the back of her head many times. Anita seized any of the hundreds of questions circling in her mind.

“How did you get here?”

Lancelot calmly stared up at the flaming home and then turned to face her.

“Rented a train departing at midday.”

There are trains to Budort every six hours. Anita’s message to Lancelot was overly lengthy, given that she will reach Budort within six hours.

Additionally, did he borrow the noon train instead of the 3:00 train? Isn’t it a tough argument to comprehend based on common sense?

“Who should have been on the train?”

“Are you interested in that? I rewarded everyone through Jill.”

It was such an outrageous sound that Anita had difficulty moving her lips.

“Compensation? How can you acquire that many people? Is it even possible?”

It is the immense riches of the Edenbahir family, and Anita, who has experienced it alongside him, is the most knowledgeable about it.

However, emptying a train with people and a destination was another story. It was also a situation that may inflict several wounds on one’s honor.

Lancelot, who was quietly glancing at Anita’s face, sneered.

“Do not seem regretful. Yes, I will never charge you for that.”

No, this is closer to a ridiculous phrase… However, what is the point of just fixing facial expressions?

Ashes of black color rained over his golden hair. Every time the ceaselessly blazing red flames fluttered like a sunset, Lancelow’s blonde hair was likewise ruffled by the sun’s rays.

“It’s gonna collapse soon. Let’s go back.”

Lancelot walked by her and exited the verdant garden.

It was not suitable for the name ‘Lancelot Edenbahir’ that his tops and bottoms were wrinkled and dirty.

He was the one who kept his cleanliness to the point of it seemed like pathological illness at all times. Is it due to his disorderly appearance? A sense of remorse weighed heavily on her.

‘Regarding the questions, let’s inquire afterwards. You traveled all the way to Budort due to my influence. It is not too late to inquire of that in Chavalon.’

Anita, carrying her suitcase, walked slowly behind Lancelot. And a belated appreciation was said by her.

“Many thanks, Lancelot. Without you, it would have been hazardous. I regret leaving without saying goodbye.”

Lancelot, while traversing the weeds, halted and turned to face her.

“I ought to have informed you about this sooner.”

He softly cautioned Anita, who only glanced at him.

“Do not place your confidence in anybody other than me.”

The beginning point was that one word.

“Why—”

Anita vomited as if she were anticipating the inquiries that had been tightly clamped around her throat.

“Why is this occurring? Who is to blame? Is it me? No, is it my father—”

Behind the jacket, Lancelot extracted a ripped piece of paper and presented it to Anita.

“Examine this carefully. The authentic handwriting of Duke Edenbahir. Does the appearance of this in your eyes match the handwriting on the paper the doctor gave you?”

Lancelot knew about the note.

As she inspected the piece of paper, Anita’s face tightened with humiliation.

“No, it’s not the same; it’s a whole different handwriting. So, did the physician attempt to murder me?”

‘Wherefore?’ (for anyone confused, here is a bit of bite sized knowledge. Wherefore means ‘for what reason’.)

“Are you curious?”

Lancelot’s lips exhibited a fishy grin.

“If you are inquisitive, you should inquire. Join me immediately before it’s too late.”

“Where?”

“Train. I don’t intend to remain here for very long. Jill is responsible for cleaning the villa. Volloni no longer owns the property, thus it is harder to treat it brutally.”

Immediately after passing the fence, following Lancelot’s unrelenting stride.

Anita abruptly turned around and regarded the garden outside the entrance.

The fire had already consumed the garden’s weeds. Clothes strewn around the lawn are burning continuously.

The body underneath it will soon be reduced to skeletal remains.

“Anita Volloni.”

“Yes?” 

“You want clemency for those who attempted to murder you?”

Clemency.

Anita gave a little head shake before returning to Lancelot’s side.

“Just… I don’t think I could do anything even though I got the evidence from the author of the letter. I know that you have a plan.”

The assassin who attempted to assassinate Anita was this guy. She believed it would be too risky not to divulge the identity and background.

When he heard this, Lancelot smiled quietly. A grin that conveys genuine happiness, not mockery or scorn.

Did she anticipate that Lancelot would chuckle in such a manner?

Anita inquired with a sense of mild bewilderment.

“Why are you smiling?”

The response was obvious.

“I like what you said.”

What did he just spit? No matter how much Anita recalls it, she doesn’t believe Lancelot would have a favorable recollection of that comment.

‘I’ve never heard him express affection for me.’

How can she feel better in this situation? She finds the situation funny

Anita returned to the past of Budort, leaving her villa to burn to the ground.

***

They made their way to the little station next to the Budort station.

The train that Lancelot had borrowed was now awaiting Anita. It is difficult to adequately express the peculiar sensation of boarding an empty train and returning to the train from which she came.

Was it because she understood Lancelot was beside her and she was safe?

‘My hip and shoulder are really painful.’

After the train departed, her whole body began to throb. Regardless, she slept soundly. I arrive in a remote location and wonder what type of danger this is…

Anita, who had been constantly awakening from her dream, awoke entirely when she recalled the paper bag she discovered in the villa.

“Miss. Are you awake now? We will be in Chavalon soon.”

Anita observed with suspicion the man who seemed to be Edenbahir’s servant.

She then looked at the area where Lancelot was sitting from before and nodded her head.

“Yes. And where’s Lancelot?”

“He’s waiting for your arrival. Follow me, Miss.”

She checked the front seat to determine what he was referring to, but it was empty.

Anita followed the servant while carefully clutching her suitcase.

The attendant relocated to the railway car in front of the train. Three, two, one…

Therefore, while crossing four railway cars.

Bang. bang. 

“Duke!”

A fearful shriek that had never been heard before started to be heard.

“Du… Du… Duke! Please forgive me for my faults! I have a wife and a child! I need to work or we’ll suffer!”

A cry was heard in the aisle between her carriage and the carriage she entered next.

There is a familiar voice.

Lancelot was quietly reading a book in the carriage. In the middle of a ruckus, he nonchalantly flipped over the pages of the book, which was more than shocking.

Lancelot said while maintaining his gaze on the text.

“Did I mention you had several inquiries? Go and inquire.”

Anita, who had been standing lazily, hurriedly approached the passageway.

A guy could be seen laying on the floor through the glass.

“Mister.”

Anita was duped by Volches, the doctor of Edenbahir.

Volches’ eyes, soaked in despondency, brightened up the moment he saw Anita.

“Greetings, Miss Anita. I was completely mistaken. I have committed mortal sin! Please save me!”

“Why did you do that?”

Lancelot is accurate.

Anita wanted to ask this guy a question. She was, in fact, rather intrigued.

“I almost died. But why are the lives of your family… your wife and child are more important?’

“This is a miscommunication! The notion that the young woman’s life was in peril—”

“Don’t claim ignorance. You have known me since I was fourteen years old. You lied carelessly to me.”

Volchess, who was attempting an explanation, quickly bent his head with a faceless face.

Anita regarded him with icy eyes as she rummaged through his suitcase and extracted a paper bag.

“Is it so? Are you attempting to murder me?”