Why are you obsessed with your fake wife? - Chapter 54-2

There were many parts that were not clear to say that it was simply the aftereffects of the accident.

The public agreed that it would be the Duke Balazit’s work again this time.

However, Duke Balazit, who heard the news of the death of the Marquis, said this.

‘Someone must have used the condition  of the Marquis lying in his sick bed. I feel sorry for him. I can’t believe he’s going to die at the hands of someone inside his family.’

‘Father, how did you know that?’

‘It’s easy. Do you think I’ve never seen this kind of scheme before?’

Without her father’s instructions, it was unlikely that the southern lords would have set up their own atrocities.

So the perpetrator was someone with a background of Marquis Winterfell’s ally.

An ally trusted enough to have access to the first Marquis’ bedroom, which had a thoroughly limited access.

‘It’s a poison that makes one’s whole body hard and slowly dies…’

Nadia didn’t know much about poison.

Therefore, in order to know what poison was used in the assassination of the previous Marquis, she needed to address it separately.

But then it was only a matter of time before the people of Winterfell found out that she tried to identify the poison.

If anyone knew that Nadia was investigating a poison that would match the symptoms of Marquis before he died….

‘The trust that has been built so far will collapse. I can’t move hastily.’

But Nadia couldn’t just let go of it.

It wasn’t just because of the moral of not being able to stand by the dying.

Being a child of an enemy who had suspected harming his husband’s parents wouldn’t be an easily erased appellation.

Nadia, of course, thought Glenn wouldn’t hold her guilty of it.

However, it was impossible to predict how extreme the confrontation, especially before the war with the south, would hold her.

Everyone got sensitive before war.

A small seed of distrust might limit her range of movement.

‘We need to find out who the real culprit is anyway. We need to cut off the buds that could be a problem before civil war breaks out.’

But how?

Nadia couldn’t say she had seen how the previous Marquis died, so where should she start?

The head butler sensed her agony.

“Madam.”

“Yes?”

“It seems like a messenger came from the capital. Would you like to meet them? I think they have a letter from the Duke Balazit.”

“Just ask them to deliver the letter. If my father wanted to convey something to me, he would have included it in the letter.”

“As you wish.”

It was the first contact Nadia received since the correspondence was delivered around the time of the Black Death plague.

In fact, it was obvious at this point that her father would contact her.

‘By now you must be dying from apprehension.’

The man sent the letter as he might think that he was losing his power.

Vallon Castle was no better than a stepping stone for the north to overpower the south.

In addition, it was very alarming that the north had abundant agricultural land and iron mines.

“Give it to me.”

Nadia tore the envelope handed to her by the maid.

Her green eyes moved quickly up and down. A short exclamation broke out of her mouth, as she scanned all the contents of the letter.

“Oh, my.”

“What is the matter, Madam?”

Nadia answered the maid’s question with an open mind.

“It’s nothing. I was so impressed by my father’s heartfelt letter. He wasn’t always this sweet.”

“He must be worried because he married my daughter far away. That’s what fathers do.”

“Is he?”

It couldn’t have been so. Nadia could bet on her mother’s legacy because it could never be the reason.

The contents of the letter were insignificant. It was just that since Nadia left home the estate  was very lonely, so he asked Nadia to write to him more often at least.

However, Nadia was not slow enough to know the implications behind it.

It meant not to spend a meaningless daily life, but to send him useful information.

The problem was that Nadia would not be the only one who noticed what was the hidden message.

‘If I could notice it, others would probably notice it as well.’

Shortly after her marriage, Nadia allowed Glenn to look at all the letters from his father and her replies.

It was to prove that she was not a spy who communicated with her father.

“Tsk.”

She crumpled the letter paper and kicked her tongue briefly.

Her father must be in a lot of trouble that it was enough for him to send such a letter openly.

For him to send such a correspondence when the Winterfell estate wasn’t even completely organized. Nadia couldn’t put her innocence at stake…

“Oh, that’s it.”

“Pardon?”

The maid raised her head at the sudden exclamation. Nadia replied, waving her hand.

“It’s nothing. I just remembered something. By the way, could you prepare a simple snack? My mouth is bored.”

“Yes, Madam. May I bring you a new paper, too?”

“No, thank you. I don’t think I need to rush writing back.”

The old saying is that attack is the best defense.