The Strongest Magician Can Only Love His Dead Wife — After I Reincarnated, My Cute Younger Husband Turned Yandere - Chapter 29

(Ah, why… Why! Just a little more I was so close…!)

As he felt his soul being pulled back into his original body, Count Fiero screamed in anguish within his heart.

His beloved deceased daughter, Amalia.

He had wanted to achieve revenge for her. If only he could kill that demon Arsenio, surely both his own heart and his departed daughter’s soul would find peace.

Yet, he had been interrupted.

(First of all, what was that magic that girl used!?)

He had never even heard of magic that could heal and restore people’s wounds. Such a thing could only be described as divine intervention.

But indeed, at that moment, Rubia’s light magic had responded to her wish and healed Arsenio.

(Could it truly be the will of God!? To heal that demon!)

Just as he dismissed his own thoughts as impossible.

Thump—he felt a strong impact throughout his entire body.

He realized his soul had returned to its original body through the familiar weight of his physical form.

“Welcome back, Count Fiero.”

When he looked up at the voice, there stood a young man with a carefree smile.

A tall, slender youth with bright brown hair braided and hazel eyes.

Count Fiero had seen him several times in his younger days, this young man who had been renowned as a ‘prodigy’ since childhood.

“Young brat of the Rosario ducal house!”

“I’m the duke now, Count.”

Unfazed by Count Fiero’s glare, he looked down at the count with an elusive smile.

“And as the current chief magician, I’ve come to deliver your final judgment.”

“Wha—!? I-I am the head of the prestigious Fiero count family! Are you trying to execute me just for attempting to take the life of some mere brat!?”

“Unfortunately, you went too far, Count. Originally, you should have been executed when you killed Rubia-chan. Yet those stubborn fellows somehow managed to appeal directly to His Majesty to spare you. How truly foolish.”

As he said this, Jeremy raised his right hand to unleash magic.

Realizing what was about to happen to him, the count desperately tried to cling to Jeremy.

“P-please! Money, land, anything from my family’s wealth! Just spare my life!”

It wasn’t that the count valued his own life so much. It was simply that if he died, there would be no one left to avenge his daughter. That was the only reason he was desperately trying to survive.

But that meant nothing to Jeremy.

“You’re being a poor loser, Count. And besides, I’m angry. Not just once, but twice now, you’ve harmed my insufferably cheeky yet adorable disciple and his wife.”

The moment Jeremy murmured a small incantation under his breath and swung his right arm down, flames erupted from the count’s body, consuming him completely.

Staring coldly at the count screaming his death throes, Jeremy wore a cruel smile.

“Thanks to you, this prison’s defenses will become even stronger. Thank you for your final service as a magician. Count.”

Several months had passed since the incident.

That day, Jeremy had visited the mansion, saying he wanted to properly deliver his wedding gift.

After exchanging words with Arsenio, he beckoned Rubia over and whispered softly in her ear.

“I can’t even joke about you coming to marry me if you get divorced anymore.”

“Eh!?”

Startled, she looked up at his face to find his usual carefree smile there.

“Eh, wait, Lord Jeremy!? You noticed? Eh, don’t tell me, all along!?”

“Well, you are like a cute little sister to me.”

Having said this casually, he lightly waved his hand saying “Well then, may you live happily ever after,” and departed.

As Rubia stood dumbfounded watching his retreating back, a low voice came from behind her.

“…What were you talking about with Jeremy?”

When she turned around, Arsenio was clearly in a bad mood, glaring in the direction Jeremy had left.

“No, it was nothing important.”

Should she tell Arsenio that he had seen through her reincarnation?

As she hesitated and evaded the question, his expression instantly darkened.

“N-no way, but you’re not still interested in him, are you?”

“I told you, no! Why would you think that!?”

“The way you desperately deny it is suspicious. You did like Jeremy after all, didn’t you!?”

Faced with Arsenio who made no attempt to hide his jealousy, Rubia couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Oh my! You don’t need to worry so much. I belong only to you, Arsenio-sama.”

When she smiled at him saying this, Arsenio’s cheeks flushed slightly as he took Rubia’s hand and pressed it against his own cheek.

“I’m yours alone too. My heart, this life, everything.”

Arsenio’s body temperature was warmer than usual.

And probably, Rubia’s body temperature had certainly risen too.

“I love you. In the past, and now. And forever from now on.”

Having overcome their past, the two began weaving their story toward the future, holding their hard-won happiness close to their hearts.