Chapter 68: An Imaginary Enemy
It was said that even gods could not adjudicate disputes between husband and wife. Ambrose, a heartless lich of far lesser stature, was even less qualified to mediate matters of marital affection.
So he did the responsible thing: he informed Gareth that his wife was on her way and left the headache to him.
Ambrose had originally assumed that Gareth would immediately flee. If so, his castle might at least be spared from being melted by dragonbreath.
What surprised him was that Gareth's first reaction was concern for the orc woman.
"I know her too well. If she's realized that I'm in Alkhemia, then Una is definitely under surveillance as well. She could be in danger. I have to save her."
Although the female orc had already sold the tavern, moving out was not something that could be done overnight. She was still tied up dealing with various assets and had yet to leave Alkhemia.
Ambrose hurriedly said, "Gareth, if a third party is really involved and you go rushing in to save her, won't that just make your wife even angrier?"
"If I don't go, Una will certainly die. If I do, she still has a chance."
Gareth buckled his helmet back on, transforming once again into a scruffy middle-aged adventurer, and set off for Alkhemia without another word.