My Husband Has Changed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
Since Valentin’s revival, the change Adel most keenly felt was the attitude of the servants and guards.
Where once she was lucky to receive even the barest courtesy grudgingly offered, now they at least maintained a semblance of respect. Of course, it was still merely a superficial show for appearances’ sake.
“Um, what could possibly bring you here at this hour…?”
Merely hesitating a moment to reply was enough to make the stable hand’s expression shift visibly, as it did now. In the past, he would have immediately snapped right to her face, accusing her of presuming to act like the lady of the house.
‘It really is simple. Just like the wild folk—everything runs on the logic of power.’
Adel adjusted her shawl to cover her nose and mouth, then glanced around. The stench of fresh horse dung was so overpowering with every breath that even the crisp chill of the outside air seemed preferable.
“I just came to look around briefly—I’m searching for something. It won’t take long.”
“Then, if you’d just tell me what you’re looking for, I’ll fetch it for you right away….”
The stable hand, seemingly uneasy about something, trailed behind Adel like a shadow, chattering incessantly.
Adel pretended not to hear and kept walking. What was she looking for? Even she herself didn’t yet have an answer. She only felt, instinctively, that she needed to start by checking this place—and harbored a vague hope that if she saw some kind of omen, she’d recognize it instantly.
“Goodness, what on earth could have brought this sudden misfortune…?”
Ignoring the stable hand’s disapproving glare, Adel carefully surveyed the entire stable—from the stallion whinnying as if already resigned to death, to the newborn filly just days old, to the towering haystack piled high like a mountain.
Strangely, there was no trace of the foreboding or omen she’d expected. Only then did she finally relax her shoulders.
“I heard the horses caused quite a commotion last night. Was there anything unusual?”
“Oh, about that—it wasn’t really a big issue to begin with.”
The stable hand’s expression finally eased slightly.
“They seemed terribly startled by something, but quickly calmed down. One got spooked and the rest followed in a chaotic uproar.”
“Were any of the horses injured or attacked?”
“No, well… you may or may not know, but horses are naturally quite skittish creatures. Such incidents happen fairly often—especially in winter, when forest beasts come closer to the village.”
At that moment, thick smoke drifted in through the open shutter. While half-listening to the stable hand, Adel approached the shutter where the smoke seeped through. Beyond the back of the castle, smoke rose from the wide clearing connecting to the Regenbach Forest.
“What’s that…?”
“Ah.”
The stable hand spoke casually, as if it were nothing.
“There was apparently a wolf pack attack on the pasture. Dozens of sheep were found dead in a heap.”
“…In a pack? Are they certain it was wolves?”
“That’s what they’re saying, but there are plenty of suspicious details. Ordinary forest wolves rarely attack homesteads, even when starving—maybe one or two might go missing, but over a dozen perishing all at once?”
“…”
“The priests are hushing it up as wolf attacks to avoid panic, but it’s clearly just a cover-up. Anyone can see it must have been the work of fiends.”
After all, beasts don’t hunt prey to the point of excess. Hearing the stable hand add this, Adel crossed her arms tightly over her chest. A chill ran down her spine.
“The meat and organs were untouched—only the blood was completely drained. They’ve been burning the carcasses diligently since this morning. Otherwise, the stench of rot might attract even more fiends.”
“…”
“Don’t worry too much. Such things are rare in the south, but in the north, they occur once every few years.”
Adel silently watched the dark smoke rise into the sky. As the stable hand said, incidents like this were commonplace in Bitzleben—the northerners always lived side by side with death.
Life here was dry and silent, fierce and quarrelsome, clanging with metal, mired in mud, outwardly savage, yet people would gather tightly around the fire after a brawl. At first, everything had seemed horrifying—but after three years of this life, it had become as familiar to her as her own skin.
That was why she knew, instinctively, that something was subtly but persistently disrupting the fabric of ordinary life. An inexplicable dread kept ambushing her without warning.
‘Even if it’s definitely the work of fiends, it still seems odd.’
The uppermost lands of Ansgar lay close to the Veil, so fiends occasionally slipping through one or two at a time was not unusual. Livestock or people might sometimes get hurt, but causing such major disturbance was rare.
After all, drawing near the castle meant prolonged exposure to Morrig’s divine grace, which purified fiends.
‘Normally, they can’t even cross Morrig’s Veil—and if they do, they crumble into ash almost immediately. Even if the Veil had weakened slightly, some grace should’ve remained… Unless there was an unusually powerful entity?’
Indeed, no ash—the usual remnant of a fiend’s demise—had been found. Had any been discovered, priests would have been summoned immediately, causing an uproar she surely would have heard of.
‘The only plausible assumption is that the fiend hasn’t been caught or destroyed yet—and is hiding somewhere…’
Adel nervously bit her lip.
‘But how?’
Unless something within Ansgar Castle was replenishing their power, they should have long since…
“Your Highness!”
Startled from her deep thoughts by the voice calling her, Adel snapped back to attention. Turning toward the sound, she saw a young page standing in the stable doorway.
It was the boy the head steward kept close and favored.
His brow furrowed in disgust at the overwhelming stench, the boy hurried to Adel’s side.
“I heard you might be here and hoped—but didn’t truly expect to find you. Please, from now on, let me—Yannick—handle such trivial matters.”
His tone made it clear he absolutely could not tolerate her wandering about so freely. His face was flushed with indignation so intense it made her feel awkward. Adel looked at the young page with mild curiosity.
Perhaps because of his youth—or maybe because, at such a tender age, he’d already earned the head steward’s favor through remarkable ambition and thirst for power—his demeanor shifted far more fluidly than most adults’. Adel examined him with a touch of wonder.
‘It’s… not exactly pleasant.’
After all, this hollow authority came solely from her husband’s influence. The moment Valentin favored another woman, it would vanish instantly.
Shaking off her thoughts, Adel asked Yannick with concern,
“What’s the matter? Did the steward urgently need to see me? Or has His Grace had another episode?”
“Huh? No, neither of those.”
“I’ve just come from speaking with His Grace… Though perhaps he didn’t understand. I keep forgetting lately that his communication isn’t quite free.”
“Oh, no, that’s not it at all! The Grand Duke grows sharper and stronger by the day—entirely thanks to Your Highness.”
He elegantly implied that Valentin hadn’t caused any disturbances even in her absence. Adel frowned at such obvious flattery.
“It’s not my doing. His Grace was simply disoriented before—after all, the only familiar face he recalled happened to be mine… Mistaking everyone else around him as strangers, he naturally grew quite anxious.”
“As you say, he’s grown steadily calmer with time. That he’s recovered so smoothly is unquestionably all thanks to Your Highness.”
His words flowed like gilded water. Adel shook her head.
“I truly did nothing. Regardless, it’s fortunate His Grace is recovering so quickly. It was already improper for someone like me—confined to the inner chambers—to enter His Grace’s bedroom without the priest’s permission…”
“…Ah, umm.”
“Yes?”
“The customs in the north differ slightly… No, never mind. Of course, Your Highness is absolutely correct.”
“…”
“Still… please do visit him occasionally on your own. He would be very glad.”
Perhaps. It was uncertain. Unless his memory never returned, Valentin had once found even brushing shoulders with her utterly repulsive.
He might very well, once fully himself again, wish to erase even the brief memory of his momentary fixation on her.
“I’m not sure. Anyway, please tell the steward I’ll be returning to my own chamber starting tonight.”
“Yes, of course. The head steward will prepare everything without fail.”
Adel tilted her head in puzzlement. Prepare? What exactly? Had something changed? At Yannick’s words, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously—but he seemed unwilling to explain further just yet.
‘What on earth is he up to?’
Sighing, she turned her gaze absently toward the stable corner—and then froze. At first, she’d glanced past it carelessly, but now her sea-green eyes widened instantly.
‘What is that?’
At first, she thought it was clumps of dust rolling in the wind. But looking closer, she realized it was a swarm of rats and spiders, moving in perfect unison like an army fleeing in orderly retreat.
“…”
As if sensing an imminent catastrophe.
The moment she grasped this, the horses suddenly began stomping wildly in their stalls. The stable hand leaped in alarm, grabbing at reins and patting necks to soothe them.
“Whoa, whoa! What’s gotten into you all of a sudden? Calm down, calm down!”
The snorting of the agitated horses grew increasingly violent. Yannick, startled, scrambled back toward the entrance.
‘Fiends roving freely, dead livestock, Greta’s mysterious wounds, the resurrection of a corpse, Greta’s warning, and the ancient legend’s line about beasts knowing first.’
Could all this really be mere coincidence? Perhaps once or twice—but at this point, it was certain something lay behind it all. Adel lifted her head sharply.
Now, there was only one way left to confirm it.
“Those hunting hounds the Grand Duke once treasured—where are they kept now?”
[This is the timeline separator]In the end, not a single hound managed to cross the threshold of the Grand Duke’s chamber—because they all cowered with tails tucked, whimpering pitifully. Despite their large builds, even the sturdy Yannick struggled to hold them steady against their panicked strength.
Fearing the precious dogs might get injured, the kennel master grew frantic—and when Yannick’s grip slipped, he immediately led all the hounds straight back to the kennel hut.
“Adel.”
Still staring blankly in the direction the kennel master had vanished, Adel jumped in surprise as arms reached from behind to embrace her. She quickly shrugged her shoulders and spun around to evade his touch.
“…!”
But Valentin looked even more startled by her rejection—he clearly hadn’t expected such a sensitive reaction. Bewilderment shone plainly in his golden eyes.
It was Adel who now felt embarrassed. Chastising herself for overreacting to something so trivial, she stammered an apology.
“I—I was just… startled…”
“…”
“My apologies. I didn’t expect you to appear so suddenly.”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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