บททั้งหมดของ Reborn as the Wife He Killed: บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

And so, a perilous plan quietly set in motion—like a dice cast into the dark, its path uncertain, guided only by fate.At last, the day arrived when Eryx was to lead his legion out of the city.The morning sun had not yet fully climbed over the city walls, but the inner square was already filled with a perfectly assembled military formation.Regimental banners snapped sharply in the wind. Everything was so orderly, so precise, it felt more like the prelude to a grand ceremony than a military departure.Yet Eryx did not appear before the soldiers.He stood at the high window of the governor’s residence, overlooking the troops lined up below.His brows were furrowed with deep thought as his gaze passed over each face—soldiers he had personally trained. Their steps were firm, their eyes resolute, and their aura overpowering.But his heart felt heavy.He wasn’t a man who trusted instinct easily, but the unease in his chest now was undeniable.“The men are chosen, and there’s no shortage o

Night fell like ink.In the depths of the forest, the wind hissed through the trees, occasionally pierced by the distant growl of wild beasts—each sound only making the surrounding silence heavier, more suffocating.Jim moved soundlessly through a thick layer of fallen leaves.His figure blended seamlessly into the shadows, like a drifting wraith among the trees. He didn’t take the shortest path—instead, he circled through three alternate routes, checking from various angles to confirm there were no ambushes.With every step, his eyes scanned the bark, branches, ground—even the sky.He was like a cunning leopard, alert to the slightest anomaly.At last, at the edge of a remote forest clearing, he saw it:The hunter’s cabin.Just as Livia had said, it was deeply hidden—its back pressed against the rocky slope, wooden walls covered in moss and dead vines.Had he not been looking for it, he might’ve missed it entirely.The windows were shut, but a faint line of candlelight leaked through

They carefully tucked the container back into their packs—by all logic, it was time to retreat.But Adrian didn’t move.He stood there, back to Elise, staring down at the Holy Grail base now tucked against his chest. His expression seemed… distant.Silently, he unfastened the pack once more. Wrapped in silk cloth, the ancient base now lay quietly in his hands. Its surface glimmered with a deep, cold light—as if some faint will was slowly seeping out from within.Adrian murmured under his breath,“Why… it’s just a base, and yet it feels like something is whispering to me.”He could feel it—some deep, buried longing being gently stirred: the desire for power, for control, for meaning… and above all, to be recognized.“Why should I hand it over?”“I found it. I was the first to find it…”“If I kept it—maybe I could change everything. I wouldn’t just be the one carrying out orders anymore. I’d be the one shaping fate.”Unconsciously, he hugged the container tighter to his chest.That sliv

A faint forest breeze carried the scent of grass and wood between the two of them.Jim stood in the shadowy night, eyes slightly lowered in contemplation.Naturally, he didn’t fully believe Livia’s words.She was too calm—calm in a way that didn’t match a noble lady raised in luxury inside the castle.Though there’d been rumors lately that she was no longer the sheltered, sentimental young woman she once was, Jim knew better: it takes more than a few incidents to fundamentally change a person’s nature.Everything about her tonight felt coached, deliberate—like someone had trained her and set this all in motion.Still, what she said wasn’t wrong.Though he sat atop the throne of the city’s underworld, with his influence seeping into every crack and corner of urban life, if he truly went up against the military legions head-on, even if he could escape unscathed, he’d never seize the so-called “Holy Grail.”Over the years, he’d seen countless power-hungry fools, heard too many legends ab

The two stood facing each other in the night outside the hunting lodge, the air between them seemingly frozen. The silence stretched too long, and even the wind rustling through the shrubs seemed to carry a trace of tension. Livia knew—the true focus of today’s plan was never about the map. It was about testing, bartering, and more importantly, buying time—diverting the attention of Jim and the remnants of Eryx’s forces.But if she could extract even a sliver of intel from Jim—no matter how tainted with lies—it would be an invaluable breakthrough.She drew a quiet breath and spoke gently:“Very well. You want the original—I don’t have it. I only have a copy. I’m sure you won’t mind.”“Ha—” Jim let out a hoarse laugh, amused and seemingly satisfied.“A copy is fine. As long as you’re not trying to walk away with everything for nothing, I’ve no complaints.”He paused, and then, in a tone that was either casual banter or genuine goodwill, added:“You know… if you manage to crawl out of t