The Reincarnated Wizard Who Will Eventually Become the Strongest-Chapter 173: A Lady of a Certain Viscounts House

Translated by AmaLynne

In a room of a certain viscount’s residence in the capital city of the Sky Kingdom, a woman in her mid-forties was staring intently at a newspaper.

The woman, with lustrous black hair, sat in a chair, completely absorbed in reading the articles.

Though the cup of tea placed nearby had long gone cold, she hadn’t taken a sip, engrossed in the newspaper.

The articles she was reading were about Samuel Scheidt, the topic of conversation in the capital these days.

The youngest Court Wizard and holder of the title of the Sky Kingdom’s strongest wizard.

Engaged to the First Princess of the Sky Kingdom, Stella Isle Sky, and the daughter of Count Walker, Liselotte Walker. He was also the dual-wielding swordsman who even married that troublemaker, Günther Ignatz.

Knowing that the content of the articles referred to his twisted inclinations at such a young age, it was evident that what the lady was reading was a common gossip article.

However, she neither found the articles about Sam amusing nor became angry at the lies and exaggerations. She simply kept on reading the articles monotonously.

On the lady’s desk were several clippings from newspapers.

She was collecting anything and everything related to Samuel Scheidt.

“Sam…”

The lady called the name of the young Court Wizard.

Her expression was on the verge of tears.

“Just once, even if it’s just once, I want to see you grown up with my own eyes… but I don’t have the right to do that.”

Finally, a large teardrop fell from her eyes, dampening the newspaper.

“Oh dear, I can’t believe I’m crying.”

She wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and took a sip of the cold tea to calm herself.

Having regained her composure, the lady prepared a letter opener, then cut out the article about Sam from the newspaper.

After successfully clipping the article, she placed it on the table. Just then, a knocking sound came from the door.

“Please come in.”

“Hey there, how are you feeling?”

Appearing was a man of around the same age as the lady.

With flaxen hair flowing behind him and his appearance refined, he wore an air of elegance.

He looked at the lady with an expression of concern and inquired.

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for worrying.”

“Clarice was worried too. Oh, were you reading the newspaper again?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I’m just worried because you caught a cold. I wish you’d at least rest, even if it’s in bed.”

The two had a marital relationship. And they also had a young daughter they were raising happily.

They were living a happy life. 𝗯𝗲𝐝𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝗹．𝐨𝗿𝗴

But no matter what, thoughts of Sam wouldn’t leave the lady’s mind.

“If it’s all right with you, I can ask Count Walker to do something for me, you know?”

At her husband’s suggestion, the lady wore a troubled expression.

This exchange wasn’t something new for today.

While she had the means to meet Sam just once, she still couldn’t do so despite yearning to.

Conflicting emotions of wanting to see him and not being able to see him were battling within her.

“You don’t need to worry about me or Clarice. For you, he’s an irreplaceable existence, isn’t he?”

“…”

Seeing his wife fall silent, the husband called out her name in a concerned voice.

“Melanie.”

The lady could only look apologetic.

“Listen, I’ve said this many times. Wanting to see your son is a natural feeling as a mother. If you explain the circumstances, I’m sure he’ll accept you.”

“…You.”

“Clarice would probably be delighted too if she knew he was her big brother.”

“Are you really, truly okay with this?”

In response to the lady’s question, her husband nodded.

“Of course. Your happiness is my happiness too.”

With kindness and empathy, her husband directed a smile toward her.

“When you’re ready, let me know. We can talk to the Count anytime.”

“Thank you, my love.”

The woman, Melanie, conveyed her gratitude to her beloved husband.

And as her husband left the room, she once again lowered her gaze to the newspaper article.

“Do I have the right to meet you, Sam?”

She whispered these words, brimming with sorrow.