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𝕋ℎ𝑒 𝔻ᴜᴄʜᴇss ᴀɴᴅ 𝕋ʜᴇ 𝔻ᴇᴠɪʟ

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Her husband, Derrick Vaisil, who had a funeral four days ago, suddenly came back to life. But this man was so different from before he died!

“I’m hungry, wife.”

From regularly turning up in the dining room that he had always avoided,

“How about we use the same bedroom?”

To a furtive suggestion of combining their bedrooms that they had always been using separately.

What in the world happened to this man?

“You always give off this delicious smell…………. but how can I bear with it?”

Right now, at this moment, Judith felt like he was a cruel predator who would completely devour her from head to toe easily.

“You, uh, what the hell are you?”

He, who tormented her as he repeatedly sucked on her soft earlobe and put his tongue inside her ear, chuckled.

“What am I?”

Derrick kissed her chin and whispered languidly.

“I am your husband, Judith.”

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Clear skies were greyed out and yellow lightning flashed through the clouds several times like the tail of a dragon. Rainwater began pouring onto the cold ground shortly after the funeral began, as if to announce the bad weather to the untrained eye.

The mourners gazed up at the sky that was merging with the atmosphere of the funeral, each of them chattering with voices of different levels. Even among the disturbances, the depressing atmosphere was only becoming heavier as the rainwater fell from the sky.

In the midst of their gaze was a woman wearing a black velvet hat that had a veil cast over it. The ends of her pitch black dress were blown about by the wind. Because of the black clothes, from afar she was like a grim reaper who brings death.

“How come…. At such an early age.”

“That's what I'm saying. The Duchess must have it really hard.”

The whispering voices did not subside. They buzzed with only shallow words of comfort. This meant that among these people, none of their words expressed condolences with sincerity to her.

In fact, all the mourners were really curious about was what the Duchess was thinking right now. They were well aware of the discord between the Duke and his wife, which had already spread throughout the capital.

Even in those scathing eyes, there was no movement in that small, slender back. As she mourned the death of her only husband, she just stood still as though she would die and turn into stone waiting for him.

T/N: 망부석 (Mangbuseok) – A legendary faithful wife, turned to stone waiting for her husband.

A deep black coffin engraved with a cross took its place on the ground which had been dug deeply. As the black soil got wet, the coffin shone as though it was reflective. The Duchess's eyes that looked at him were as cool as the rainwater falling from the sky.