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His wife, Evelyn, was fifteen years younger than him, yet she possessed wisdom and kindness far beyond her years. She wasn't merely his wife; Evelyn was also the younger sister of a colleague and later became Rabouin's most trusted apprentice after their marriage.

With her radiant intellect, she was both a research partner who shared his aspirations and a beacon of hope whenever he faltered. Her words often comforted him:

"You can do this. Just a little more effort."

Her soft voice always managed to soothe Rabouin's heart.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" she once asked.

"Because you're so kind and beautiful," he replied.

"Oh, you silly man," she said with a gentle laugh.

Every time he glanced to his side during experiments, she was always there. Her eyes shone with warmth and brightness. Even when they had to use up all her dowry to fund his research, she never complained.

"I know what's truly important to us. Your research will change the world," she had reassured him.

But the world did not recognize their devotion and sacrifices. Rabouin was branded a heretic by the religious elite of the Sacred Nation and was ultimately imprisoned.

Even then, Evelyn never abandoned him. She fought with all her might to save him, striving to prove his innocence. Rabouin later learned that, while seeking support from nobles by writing petitions, Evelyn fell ill and collapsed. Despite the letter he had written to her from prison under the moonlight, urging her to live a happy life, she couldn't forget her unworthy husband.

"She... my Evelyn... even after my death, she campaigned to restore my honor, compiled my writings, and was captured and executed?" Rabouin asked in disbelief.@@novelbin@@

"That's right," replied Leonardo. "From what I know, she resisted advice to flee to another country and was executed five years later. Honestly, I can't understand that kind of love. There are so many other things in the world to be obsessed with!"

Rabouin despaired. Was it wrong to seek out traces of his past? Was it wrong to hope that her final days weren't miserable? Leonardo's tactless revelation left him crushed.

For days, Rabouin couldn't bring himself to return to his beloved experiments. It was then that Michael, who had been preoccupied with overseeing the resumption of mining operations and arranging laborers, rushed to his side upon hearing that Rabouin was accomplishing nothing and only crying.

"What's the matter with you, Rabouin?" Michael asked in astonishment. The sight of the middle-aged man weeping with tears and snot running down his face was both pitiful and comedic, especially with his powdered wig.

Between sobs, Rabouin managed to stammer, "M-my... my wife... Evelyn! My poor Evelyn!" before breaking into wails again. Michael glanced at Leonardo, prompting him to explain reluctantly.

"Well... I thoughtlessly told him that his wife had also been executed. But it's not like I could lie, could I?" Leonardo defended himself.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Michael raised his voice. "How could you leave him like this? You should have told me sooner!"

Leonardo was aghast. "That's absurd! Why would the master waste his powers reviving some ordinary human?"

Before the argument could continue, Rabouin, his face streaked with tears, clung desperately to Michael's trousers. "Please! Bring my wife back! I'll do anything you ask. I hesitated before, but if you want gunpowder, I'll make it. I'd even blow up the Papacy for her. My wife was an exceptional person. She always helped me with my experiments."

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And so, Michael found himself digging up Evelyn's grave. Nobles' bodies, especially those executed, were often buried deeper to prevent desecration. Evelyn's grave was no exception.

"If I'd known, I would've brought Rabouin with me," Michael muttered regretfully as he gripped the shovel tighter. There was no choice but to keep digging.

The reunion of the couple was tearful. Evelyn, now revived, was a petite woman with soft, golden hair, looking at least twenty years younger than the middle-aged Rabouin. But if they were happy, that was all that mattered.

Revitalized, Rabouin threw himself into his work. Evelyn, as a revived entity, had gained the power to catalyze chemical reactions, a perfect complement to Rabouin's abilities. Together, their experiments reached new heights.

The laboratory, set up in the northern annex of the castle, frequently echoed with explosive sounds. Had they not been demonic beings, the two would have perished ten times over. The resident cat, Miaomiao, hissed at the latest explosion.

"How do they expect anyone to nap with all this racket?" she grumbled.

"Want me to set fire to it, big sis?" Marcus, her companion, asked.

"That'd just make it worse! Use your brain for once!" she retorted, batting his head with her paw.

Michael chuckled and offered them custom-made earmuffs. "The louder it is, the better they're doing. Be patient. Here, take these earmuffs."

Though intrigued, the two were reminded of their duties. Michael firmly reminded them, "Finish your work first. We're supposed to check the mine today."

Grumbling, Marcus prepared to leave while Miaomiao, pretending to nap, found herself hoisted onto Michael's shoulder.

"What's this? Put me down!" she hissed.

Ignoring her protests, Michael walked on. She eventually gave in with a resigned sigh.

"No one in this world is as pitiful as me," she lamented.

Michael laughed lightly. "What nonsense. You're on your way to being the richest sphinx ever."

The thought cheered her up instantly. "You're right! For the sake of investment, onward!"

Here's the translation with the shift to third-person narrative while retaining the original length and tone:

Feeling a pang of guilt, Michael averted his gaze. I really need to establish that investment bank soon...

As Michael and his group prepared for takeoff in the clearing, a group of knights approached them, visibly fuming. Leading the group was Sir Benjamin, the master of a Rank-3 magical beast, Hydra. His face was clouded with displeasure.

"Sir Michael! What kind of mischief have you been stirring up with our magical beasts?" Benjamin demanded.