The Strongest Magician Can Only Love His Dead Wife — After I Reincarnated, My Cute Younger Husband Turned Yandere - Chapter 7

A searing pain pierced through her body.

Her vision distorted, and she could no longer breathe properly.

Unable to stand from the intense pain, Rubia staggered and collapsed to the ground.

In her warped vision, like the surface of water disturbed by a falling stone, she saw the pale-faced Count fleeing.

“Hey…!”

Arsenio rushed over in a panic, trying to lift Rubia’s body. But his small arms couldn’t support her limp form.

“Hey, are you okay?! Stay with me!”

“Arsenio-sama. The Count…”

She tried to speak while lying on her back, but her voice was hoarse and wouldn’t form proper sounds. With every breath, a wheezing, unpleasant noise escaped her throat.

“Don’t talk! That doesn’t matter right now!”

His hands were smeared thickly with what must have been blood flowing from Rubia’s body.

“Damn… you there, get a doctor quickly!!”

“Y-yes! Right away!”

A maid who received Arsenio’s order hurried off, but Rubia knew.

Even if they called a doctor, she was already beyond saving.

And Arsenio must have understood that in his mind too.

His face showed an expression of anguish she had never seen before.

“Why did you protect someone like me?!”

“I didn’t want to see Arsenio-sama get hurt.”

Every time she spoke, her lungs screamed with intense pain. But with her hoarse, awkward voice, Rubia answered earnestly. She knew this would be her last conversation with Arsenio.

“I had to protect you. When I thought that my body just moved on its own.”

Saying this, Rubia smiled faintly. Unable to smile properly while enduring the pain, it must have been a rather pitiful smile.

Arsenio pressed his lips tightly together in a straight line, furrowed his brow, and stared at Rubia as if glaring.

“You’re a fool. Did you think I couldn’t defend against an attack from that old man?”

“Hehe. Yes, that’s right! cough”

As she coughed, the taste of iron rust spread in her mouth.

Gradually, her vision grew hazy, and the world lost its color.

But even then, only Arsenio’s starry eyes shone with a beautiful golden hue.

“Hey, Arsenio-sama…”

“Don’t talk.”

“Please listen! Thinking of these as my last words.”

“Don’t say such ominous things!! The doctor will be here soon. Then—”

“You’re a kind person.”

Rubia mustered her last strength and touched Arsenio’s cheek with her right hand.

Her hand must have been unbelievably cold. She could feel his body jolt and stiffen through her palm.

“Please don’t forget that kindness. If you do, someday someone who understands you will surely appear.”

“That’s a lie! Who else but you would understand me?”

The end of Arsenio’s sentence trembled faintly as he looked down.

“Interact with many people. Use that magic for others. That way, you’ll make friends and a lover.”

“No! I don’t need friends or a lover! I only need you! Only you!”

This was the first time she had seen him who was always arrogant, confident, and mature beyond his years throw a childish tantrum fitting for his age.

But hearing that troubled her.

Because Rubia wanted Arsenio to be happy.

“Please be happy.”

“No, no no no… Rubia! Rubia…!”

“This is the first time you’ve called me by my name. I’m glad.”

Rubia’s arm went limp and fell to the ground.

Her vision was now completely gone, and she could no longer see Arsenio’s face.

But from the feeling of warm drops falling on her cheek, Rubia knew he was crying.

“I’ll call your name as much as you want from now on! Even if you say you hate it, over and over! So—so don’t die!”

Arsenio was shouting with a voice blurred and choked with tears. But even his desperate calls to Rubia were gradually fading away.

Still, feeling she had to convey this one thing, Rubia managed to open her powerless lips.

“Though it was a short time, I was very—to be able to spend time with you.”

But in the end, Rubia couldn’t finish saying those words.

Slowly, her consciousness faded.

In the sensation of sinking into darkness, she realized she was being released from the pain.

“Rubia, Rubia, no! Nooooo!!”

They say that when a person dies, hearing is the last sense to remain.

Listening to her young husband’s lamentations, Rubia felt pain in her chest from the frustration of not being able to hold him.

And in her heart, she prayed to God.

(Please grant Arsenio-sama the protection of the gods. May the rest of his life be blessed…)