Reborn as the Wife He Killed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

The scene shifts to a secluded mountain path. Livia and Emma had changed into coarse gray garments, cloaked and hooded, resembling two humble village women on a journey. With simple bundles strapped to their backs, their pace was steady and unhurried, and their movements natural—so well-disguised that not a single flaw could be discerned. Sunlight filtered through the branches above, casting dappled shadows over them as they moved, every step carefully measured, every glance sharp and alert.What they didn’t know was that, just a hundred meters away, another figure trailed them silently beneath the cover of the trees—accompanied by a dog. He kept a considerable distance, as if entirely unconcerned with losing them. His steps were so light that not a single leaf stirred beneath his feet. He moved like a shadow, one with the forest—undetectable unless he chose to be seen.Not far behind him, a small unit advanced silently through the dense woods.Leading them was a tall, imposing man. H

Just as Alia was about to sink deeper into those fragmented, flickering memories, an urgent and familiar voice broke through.“Livia! Livia—wake up!”The voice seemed to rise from underwater, distant at first, then gradually sharpening. She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Emma’s face—anxious and filled with concern. The flickering torchlight in the cave cast tangled shadows across her expression.“What happened to you? Are you alright? What is that shard?” Emma asked urgently, her eyes darting between Livia (Alia) and the piece of metal wrapped in cloth.Livia—no, Alia—rubbed her temple, her voice faint but steady. “I… I saw past memories. I think they were mine. When I touched that fragment, it triggered something… something that was sealed. My memories are returning.” She looked up, her tone firmer now. “That metal shard… it’s part of the Grail.”Emma opened her mouth to ask more, but suddenly froze.“Shh,” she said sharply, lowering her voice as she turned t

Night was falling when Emma burst through the castle gates like a storm. Her body was slick with sweat, eyes sharp and scanning the crowd like blades. Without hesitation, she grabbed a passing servant.“Elias! Have you seen him?!” she asked in a low voice, but her tone was razor-sharp, urgency pouring from every word.A few familiar guards nearby paused. Though her appearance was unfamiliar and her clothes plain, they recognized her voice and exchanged surprised glances. One of them whispered, “Are you… the new Captain of the Guard?”Emma gave a quick nod, too rushed to explain further. “Where is he? I need to find him—it’s urgent. Livia is in danger!”The soldier shook his head. “Lord Elias hasn’t shown up today. We haven’t seen him.”Emma’s heart pounded like a drum. She had already tried calling Elias several times on the way here, but he never picked up. A sinking feeling formed in her chest. She hesitated, wondering if she should go straight to the hospital and find Marcellus ins

This was when Alia had only been following her master for a few months. He would often take her on missions, using his disguise and shape-shifting techniques to blend in seamlessly. His ability to change his appearance meant that Alia had never once caught sight of his true face. After every mission, he would quickly change into different clothes, wear a new mask, alter his voice, and even adjust his breathing to perfection. She had long since grown accustomed to this seemingly omnipotent master and had never once thought to question what secrets were hidden behind it all.But one time, her master used the “Bone Transformation Technique,” and it was the first time Alia saw his true face—though at the time, she had no idea that this was, in fact, his real form.That night, they infiltrated a luxurious noble’s estate, aiming to steal a priceless treasure. The mission went as usual, with her master moving swiftly and precisely, keeping everything under control. Suddenly, he stopped in th

She propped herself up slowly from the ground, her movements deliberate and measured—whether due to lingering injuries or simply to avoid provoking the killing intent thick in the air, it was impossible to tell. The hem of her robe brushed the dust as it swayed lightly, and though a faint smile graced her lips, a glint of cold light flickered through her eyes.“This gentleman… I don’t believe we’ve met before, have we?” Her voice was soft and light, yet laced with sarcasm and subtle probing. “May I ask who you are? And why you’re roaming this area with such a large group—this land under the jurisdiction of General Eryx? Aren’t you afraid he might come for you himself?”She deliberately emphasized the name General Eryx, as if invoking its weight might intimidate him—or perhaps she was watching for some reaction in return.The man chuckled upon hearing that, the amusement in his voice tinged with mockery. “Trying to stall won’t help you. But—” He paused. “I suppose I can humor you. You