The Strongest Magician Can Only Love His Dead Wife — After I Reincarnated, My Cute Younger Husband Turned Yandere - Chapter 27

Rubia could not hide her shock at the word “granddaughter.”

“…Count Fiero!? You should be locked away in a prison that seals magic!”

“There is always a way out of anything.”

With that, Count Fiero, taking on the appearance of Jimena, slowly approached Rubia.

What on earth does this man intend to do?

As Rubia’s body stiffened, the Count spoke to her in a gentle tone, as if to soothe her fear.

“Oh, please don’t worry. I have no intention of being rough with you. — The men behind me are my puppets. They won’t harm you without my orders.”

“…”

“Well, it’s understandable that you can’t trust me. — After all, I have killed you once before.”

Rubia involuntarily changed color. And then she thought, Oh no.

The fact that she had been reincarnated was known only to Arsenio. It was not something that should be easily revealed to others.

Especially not to someone who harbored hostility towards Arsenio.

As if reading Rubia’s inner thoughts, Count Fiero raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

“So, you really have been reincarnated, haven’t you, Rubia?”

Rubia did not respond. However, that silence was likely interpreted by the Count as affirmation.

“I was originally part of an organization called the Forbidden Arts Administration, and as the name suggests, I was in a position to supervise and manage forbidden arts. In the course of that duty, I came into contact with knowledge about the possibility of reincarnation and how to interfere with souls.”

With that, the Count spoke eloquently about how he had spent his time in prison.

“I applied the knowledge I gained at the Forbidden Arts Administration and dreamed of the day I would escape, devising a method to swap souls with Jimena over many years. Sixteen years… It was an unfathomably long time. Even so, just thinking that Arsenio, having lost his wife, was suffering like me brought me some comfort.”

However, recently, something unforgivable happened to the Count.

He learned from Jimena, who visited him, that Arsenio had taken a new wife and was treating her very dearly.

Because of his hatred, the Count had a strong interest in Arsenio.

Even though they looked alike, he understood that his grandson was not the type to be easily swayed by a new wife.

He listened carefully to Jimena and learned that Arsenio believed his new wife was the “deceased first wife.”

“Jimena seemed to misunderstand that you manipulated Arsenio’s heart with some sinister magic. But that Arsenio could never be easily controlled by anyone. So if Arsenio said that, you are undoubtedly the reincarnation of the deceased Rubia.”

There was no hesitation in the Count’s words.

He understood Arsenio correctly, perhaps better than anyone else in this world. But the greatest misfortune was that he harbored murderous intent towards Arsenio.

“This time, I will finally put an end to that brat’s life. For that, I will make use of you.”

“That’s…! The one who killed my mother was not Arsenio’s will!”

“I know that.”

The Count spoke in a tired, lonely voice.

He gazed somewhere far away and quietly opened his mouth.

“Amalia… My daughter was kind-hearted, gentle, and an exemplary believer of the Encarnita faith. She always tried to live in accordance with God’s will, extending a helping hand to anyone in need, a good-natured girl.”

However, because she believed in God and lived according to the teachings of the Encarnita faith, she could not bear the fact that her son was born with golden eyes.

She became mentally ill over the fact that she had given birth to an incarnation of a demon.

“Do you understand? The feelings of a father whose beloved daughter was brutally murdered. The helpless anger when he realized he could not even face her body, knowing that the perpetrator was an infant and an unconscious event. — This way, Amalia cannot find peace.”

In the Count’s words, there was a palpable sense of helpless anger and hatred, as well as the deep sorrow of having lost his daughter.

Touched by his feelings, tears overflowed from Rubia’s eyes.

(This man is so full of love. That’s why he couldn’t forgive Arsenio.)

With tears streaming down her face, Rubia desperately pleaded with the Count.

“Please, let go of Arsenio. Instead, I will offer my life once more!”

“You are a kind person. To offer your life again for such a man.”

For a moment, kindness flickered in the Count’s gaze.

A girl who extends a hand for others; he had just described his daughter that way.

Perhaps the current Rubia resembled the daughter of that time.

But that was only for an instant.

In the blink of an eye, coldness returned to his eyes, and the Count spoke in a dismissive tone.

“But no, it won’t do. My heart won’t be at peace until Arsenio himself pays for his sins with his life.”