What Was My Ex-Husband's Name? (One Update Today.)

Hearing the middle-aged man's question, the old man leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, his eyes clouded.

As if recalling the past.

He said softly, "She rarely went out. She planted flowers she liked in the courtyard and basement, or stayed in the study reading books she had bought. We were very happy then."

"Once, she went out and was attacked by wild beasts in the mountains. Fortunately, passing mercenaries saved her, but after that, she became increasingly strange."

As the story unfolded, the middle-aged man frowned. The several guards behind him also remained silent.

Waiting for the rest of the story.

The old man continued, "At first, I didn't notice anything. I only thought she had been frightened and was mentally unsettled. But as time passed, things grew stranger. She no longer liked tending flowers or reading. Sometimes she talked to the air, and sometimes she danced and gestured wildly."

"One night, Granda... she completely lost her mind. She ran and screamed wildly, rushed into the basement, and knocked over an oil lamp. She stood in the flames and grinned at me, like a demon that had finally gotten its way."

"The fire grew larger and larger. I wanted to go down and save her, but there was nothing I could do."

"I could only watch as she was slowly swallowed by the flames and disappeared."

"My level was too low back then. If it had been higher, perhaps things would not have ended this way."

The old man's voice was full of regret and unwillingness.

It sounded like this was not the first time he had told the story.

Both the cause and the course of events were described very clearly.

Seeing that the story had ended, the middle-aged man's eyes held some