I Got Engaged To The Blind Duke - Chapter 10

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I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke Episode 10

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“Miss Marine.”

I don’t know how much time had passed.

Marine, who had been buried in documents, raised her head with a haggard face.

“Yes.”

Oliver placed a plate containing warm black tea and a slice of yellow cheese cake on the desk.

“Why are you giving me this…?”

Marine opened her eyes wide and looked up at Oliver.

“I think it’s time to start.”

“Start what?”

“Duke’s orders.”

Following Oliver’s gaze, she could see her own wrist.

It was unfair.

The round circle made by the Duke’s fingers was large purely because his hands were big. Her wrist was just a little thin, that’s all.

“I’m not that skinny…”

Marine was about to protest when she noticed Oliver’s pitying gaze and stopped.

Ah, I must have gotten really thin. Enough for him to look at me with such sympathetic eyes.

Marine had a moment of reflection with a solemn expression.

“Come on, eat quickly. There’s more prepared once you finish this.”

“I can’t eat that much.”

“From now on, try to eat more.”

Oliver’s gentle gaze changed to strict superior mode.

Suddenly, she remembered the novel’s setting.

Oliver was a devoted Duke follower. He was a character who would jump into a pit of fire without hesitation if the Duke ordered it.

She had only thought of him as a good superior, but she needed to be careful. Since he received orders from the Duke, he wouldn’t stop until he fattened her up.

“Yes.”

What can a subordinate do? When your superior tells you to do something, you have to do it.

Marine cut the cheese cake into bite-sized pieces and put it in her mouth. The rich cheese and sweet aroma blended together deliciously. She then cleansed her palate with warm black tea.

Eating it after so long brought back nostalgic memories of the past when she could always have such things.

Meanwhile, Oliver’s eyes, which had been carefully watching Marine holding the teacup, widened slightly before returning to normal.

“Um, Oliver. I know this is a shameless request, but could I take a little of this cake with me? You packed some for me last time too, so I’m sorry to ask again.”

Eating the cheese cake that melted softly in her mouth reminded her of Mother. She would definitely love it.

“I’ll tell the kitchen.”

Oliver nodded and smiled gently.

“Thank you.”

Marine grinned broadly and focused on the cheese cake again.

It was then that Oliver was watching her with sharp eyes.

Knock knock.

Along with the knocking sound, a voice that echoed loudly through the corridor could be heard from beyond the administrative office door.

“It’s the butler.”

“Yes, please come in.”

A white-haired elderly gentleman with broad shoulders in neat uniform entered. Though his hair and beard were white, his physique was so robust that his muscles seemed ready to burst his buttons, making it difficult to guess his age.

“Aide.”

The butler who entered and bowed slightly raised his head.

“Welcome. Sebastian.”

Oliver greeted the butler with a delighted smile across his face.

Marine’s eyes widened.

So this must be that Sebastian. He was a butler with the unusual background of being a former deputy commander of the Knight Order, and had appeared several times in the novel.

Marine felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and smiled slightly to herself.

“How was the wedding? It must be quite moving to see your grandson getting married already.”

Oliver spoke in a friendly manner.

“Yes. Indeed. Time really flies.”

Marine quietly listened to their conversation while drinking her black tea.

Ah, so he went to a wedding and couldn’t be seen for a few days.

“What brings you here?”

“I wanted to express my gratitude to Duke, so I came here to ask if it would be possible.”

Sebastian glanced at her briefly before turning his gaze to Oliver.

“Ah, I see. I’m sorry. Today isn’t a good day.”

Oliver shook his head slightly with regretful eyes.

Sebastian nodded with a disappointed face, then took a deep breath and composed his expression.

“I understand.”

Meanwhile, Marine was inwardly surprised by their conversation.

So the Duke’s condition can only be known through his aide.

She could understand why the elderly butler treated the young aide so respectfully.

“Miss Marine, this is Sebastian Chen.”

Marine stood up from her chair and bowed in greeting.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Marine.”

“Miss Marine will be assisting me and reporting work matters to Duke.”

“Nice to meet you. You can just call me Sebastian.”

Oliver continued talking about her as if showing her off proudly.

“Miss Marine reports even better than I do. Duke acknowledged it himself.”

Sebastian’s surprised gaze lingered on Marine for a moment before turning to Oliver.

“Duke did?”

That picky person accepted a new person so quickly? The unspoken words were conveyed through his eyes.

“Yes. Duke listened to Miss Marine’s reports comfortably.”

Oliver nodded with a pleased smile.

Sebastian looked at Marine with admiring eyes.

“Miss Marine, if you need anything in the future, please don’t hesitate to ask me for anything. Since you’re working to assist Duke, I’d like to help you with anything.”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

“Please be sure to ask me for even the smallest things.”

Sebastian sent a very intense gaze as if trying to get a promise.

“Yes. Thank you.”

Marine nodded with an awkward expression.

In the novel, Sebastian was also one of the Duke’s fervent followers.

She had to be careful and more careful among the followers so her lies wouldn’t be discovered.

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Oliver waited in front of the office door with a trolley containing warm wine and cheese beside him. A candle placed on top of the trolley illuminated the surroundings.

“Come in.”

The moment candle wax dropped with a thud, permission came from inside.

Oliver pushed the trolley and entered.

Since his eye injury, the Duke rarely left his office. He only went to his bedroom once or twice a month.

“Duke. You must sleep today. You haven’t slept for several days.”

“Do you think drinking wine will help me sleep?”

Weariness could be felt in the Duke’s voice as he recognized the wine just from its aroma.

No retainer pities their lord. However, seeing him unable to sleep for over a week naturally stirred feelings of sympathy.

“Miss Marine said it might help, so I brought some to try.”

“Temporary?”

“Yes. She said her mother used to drink it and sleep well.”

“Where is Temporary?”

“She’s gone home for the day.”

Oliver poured the wine and set the glass down on the desk as quietly as possible.

The Duke surprisingly picked up the glass without resistance.

“About Miss Marine.”

“…”

The Duke’s silence usually meant to continue speaking.

“She doesn’t seem to be a commoner.”

“…”

“The fact that she can read, her mother who drank wine that’s precious to commoners, and the way she held the teacup – it was exactly like a noble house’s daughter.”

“So she’s a spy?”

A subtle amusement leaked through the Duke’s voice.

Does he want Miss Marine to be a spy? She’s clearly someone who helps His Grace.

Oliver spoke honestly with complicated feelings.

“I’m not sure about her being a spy, but it seems worth investigating.”

“I already did.”

“I understand.”

Oliver placed the cheese plate and wine on the desk and stepped back.

“Aren’t you going to ask more?”

“If there’s something I need to know, Your Grace will tell me.”

Oliver waited quietly with a gentle smile.

“Tsk.”

The Duke clicked his tongue low as if displeased.

“She’s not a spy, but a viscount’s daughter whose family house has fallen.”

Oliver’s expression hardened.

“I see. Is her purpose money, or Your Grace?”

“Me?”

“Yes. Even if ruined, she’s still a noble house’s daughter, so she might be targeting Your Grace.”

“I don’t think you mean my life…”

“Marriage, I mean. It’s the first time a noble daughter has approached this way though.”

“Is Temporary that seductive?”

Oliver pondered for a while before speaking.

“Hmm… She seems more on the cute side, I’d say.”

“Oliver.”

The Duke called him quietly.

“Yes.”

“Stop talking nonsense and get out.”

“Yes. Please rest.”

After Oliver disappeared like the wind, Gerald took a sip of wine.

His suppressed sense of taste exploded like fireworks in his mouth.

Sour taste. Sweet taste. Astringent taste. Fresh taste. Earthy taste. Even the fishy water taste hidden deep within the wine.

“Not bad after drinking it for the first time in a while.”

Really, what a strange woman.

Oliver, who always wore a kind smile, was actually someone with higher wariness than anyone. Yet while he was suspicious of her, he didn’t seem to be on guard.

A woman who wins everyone’s favor…

Isn’t that the true virtue of a spy?

His enemies had missed an excellent spy.

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