I Got Engaged To The Blind Duke - Chapter 148

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I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke Episode 148

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bitra’s eyes widened for a moment before she shook her head as if feeling wronged.

 

“No, Your Highness. Why would you have such a misunderstanding…?”

 

“Sweetie mentioned her name exactly once, and you were standing at the door then. But at some point, Elder Brother and Mother also knew about it. If it wasn’t Imperial Consorts’ side, then was it Elder Brother’s side?”

 

“Your Highness, you misunderstand.”

 

“I’ve suspected you for a long time. Actually, I didn’t really care who you reported to. But you shouldn’t have touched Sweetie. Will you tell the truth if you lose more fingers? Or should I try cutting your neck this time? Ah, then you won’t be able to speak.”

 

Bitra felt chills run down her spine as she stared at Tan, who was giggling and speaking so innocently.

 

This was the first time she’d seen him like this in the 15 years she’d served him under Imperial Consorts’ orders.

 

Why had he suddenly changed when he was always kind and caring? No, was it not ‘suddenly’? Had he actually been deceiving everyone all along?

 

She had to go to Imperial Consorts immediately and inform her of this fact.

 

Bitra whimpered delicately to appear as pitiful as possible.

 

“Your Highness, please let me receive treatment. It hurts so much.”

 

No matter how much he had been hiding his true nature, 3rd Prince was fundamentally a kind person.

 

Someone who gave bread to the hungry and medicine to those who needed treatment.

 

She had to stimulate his sympathy to escape.

 

“Your Highness…”

 

“Why? Are you going to run to Imperial Consorts and report again?”

 

Her crying gradually subsided at Tan’s unfamiliar sneering appearance.

 

Who was this man really?

 

“Karl, lock this woman in the warehouse.”

 

“I was only assigned to protect the young lady.”

 

“How inflexible.”

 

In the end, Tan directly grabbed Bitra’s arm and pulled her up.

 

Bitra was desperate. She couldn’t be dragged away like this. She needed someone to stop this somehow.

 

Bitra’s gaze reached Marine, who was watching this situation with a bewildered face. Even if she had to use that woman.

 

“Miss, I’ve done nothing wrong. Please, help…”

 

As she shook off Tan’s hand and quickly approached Marine, her black hair was cut cleanly in half.

 

Bitra looked down at her hair that had fallen to the floor with a pale face.

 

She thought that if she had taken just one more step, what fell to the floor might not have been her hair.

 

As she trembled in fear, unable to move, Bodyguard’s cold voice pierced her ears.

 

“Come any closer and you die.”

 

Tan’s lips curved into an arc as he watched from behind.

 

“Inflexible, but I like it.”

 

Soon Tan grabbed Bitra’s arm and left the room.

 

 

 

The sound of Tan dragging the maid away could be heard.

 

As soon as 3rd Prince disappeared, Gerald immediately checked on Marine.

 

She was hanging her head weakly.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

“Ah, yes. I’m fine.”

 

Marine’s light green eyes were darkly settled when she raised her head.

 

Gerald swallowed his regret as he watched her face.

 

He had swung his sword swiftly to avoid showing a cruel sight on purpose, but should he not have done it at all?

 

If he had done that, he would have aroused 3rd Prince’s suspicion, but he kept thinking he should have been more considerate of her.

 

Marine’s complicated gaze turned toward beyond the door.

 

“I just feel sorry for him.”

 

“Sorry? For whom? That maid?”

 

Marine slowly shook her head.

 

“For 3rd Prince Your Highness. If it’s been 15 years, they would have been together since he was young. What would it feel like to live a life where you can’t trust anyone around you?”

 

Gerald walked over and blocked the door from her view.

 

Marine looked up at him with a puzzled face.

 

3rd Prince had already left, but he was jealous even of her looking at the place where he had gone.

 

“…Gerald is more pitiful.”

 

Unable to overcome his jealousy, words spilled from his mouth without him realizing it.

 

He didn’t want to see her have any feelings toward another man. Even if it was mere sympathy.

 

“What?”

 

Marine asked with a bewildered face.

 

“So don’t make that expression while looking at other men.”

 

“What?”

 

Marine asked again with an absurd expression.

 

“Gerald had something wrong with his body since childhood and lived confined in a tower, and couldn’t see his married sister for life. So Gerald is more…”

 

Gerald was ashamed of himself for wanting her sympathy and trailed off in a thread-like voice at the end.

 

His ears burned hot with embarrassment. He couldn’t bear to face her and covered his face with his hands.

 

How pathetic.

 

Meanwhile, Marine opened her eyes as wide as possible in surprise.

 

That can’t be. She had guessed that he couldn’t meet Countess, his sister, but Duke had lived confined in a tower? Since when?

 

The interior of the tower she had seen when she went to find Peridot came to mind.

 

A bed and wardrobe that a child would use. The only connection to the outside world was through the window.

 

Duke was the one who had lived there?

 

What kind of illness was it that they confined a child in a tower? Is he completely recovered now? How long had he been there?

 

Marine couldn’t continue speaking, hanging her head in worry and pity for Duke.

 

If he were next to her now, she would definitely hug him.

 

No, she wanted to meet Duke as a child and hug him tight. That everything would be okay.

 

When no answer came from Marine, Gerald removed his hands from his face and looked at her again.

 

Tears were dripping from her downcast eyes.

 

Gerald looked at Marine with a flustered face.

 

He hadn’t intended to make her cry.

 

“There’s no need to cry-”

 

“Is Gerald’s illness completely cured?”

 

Marine cut off his words with eyes full of worry.

 

“…Yes.”

 

He didn’t like her crying, but having Marine’s attention directed solely at him was incomparably good.

 

“Thank goodness.”

 

Gerald continued slowly while etching Marine’s visibly relieved appearance in his mind.

 

“So don’t think of other men and only think of Gerald.”

 

“What? When did I ever think of other men?”

 

She hurriedly wiped her tears and asked as if wondering what he meant.

 

Satisfied that 3rd Prince had completely disappeared from her mind, Gerald didn’t bother to answer.

 

“Monster Hunting competition is a very good opportunity to leave this palace. We need to act as discreetly as possible until then.”

 

“I think so too.”

 

Marine nodded.

 

“When I give you a signal at Monster Hunting competition, don’t leave my side. If necessary, I’ll run away even while carrying you.”

 

“What’s the signal?”

 

“Temporary.”

 

“What? Temporary?”

 

Marine asked with a “no way” expression.

 

At that cute face, Gerald smiled inwardly while answering with a serious expression.

 

“I just like that word.”

 

“Pfft. I understand. You really are friends. Gerald also really liked that word.”

 

Marine burst into clear laughter and nodded her head.

 

Gerald filled his eyes with the sight of her smiling wistfully as she thought of him.

 

 

 

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The Imperial Palace of the Sanders Empire and the Sairan Desert were half a day’s journey apart.

 

The long procession that left the Imperial Palace arrived at the Sairan Desert when the sun was at its highest.

 

Ban, riding a white horse, looked around at the princes lined up behind him.

 

Everyone attended except the 1st Prince, who was in poor health.

 

The 5th Prince looked angry, the 6th Prince had a bored expression, and the youngest, the 9-year-old 10th Prince, was clinging close to his guard knight with a frightened face.

 

[“Thank you all for gathering to celebrate my birthday. I will give this sword of mine as a gift to whoever hunts the largest demon beast.”]

 

Ban unfastened the sword from his waist and held it high.

 

The golden gleaming sword was studded with gorgeous jewels and didn’t look practical, but the princes’ eyes glittered with greed.

 

That sword had been bestowed by the Former Emperor to Marquis Shaon for his achievements.

 

In other words, it was a treasure of the Imperial Palace.

 

Tan looked up at his maternal grandfather Marquis Shaon’s sword with a crooked smile.

 

It seemed he was even giving as a gift the sword he had never once let Tan see.

 

He had experienced discrimination to the point of being sick of it, so it wasn’t particularly painful or anything.

 

He was just worried about Marine’s safety, as the other princes seemed likely to stir up the monsters with their eyes blazing over this quite desirable prize.

 

Tan approached Marine, who was under the shade tent.

 

Marine was covering her face with red cloth and wearing a shabby navy dress.

 

“Sweetie, you know you’re incredibly conspicuous right now, right?”

 

When Tan looked at her dress and spoke indirectly, Marine’s face turned bright red.

 

“This dress is so comfortable to move in. It’s a desert-customized dress.”

 

Marine lowered her voice and spoke emphatically.

 

She had worn it for quite a long time and was starting to grow attached to it, but everyone who saw this dress mocked it.

 

“You’re joking, right?”

 

Tan smiled with his eyes as he looked around. Her gaze followed his.

 

Under the colorful shade tents, the Imperial Consorts and the princes’ fiancées were gathered in small groups. They were all wearing gorgeous and beautiful dresses.

 

Especially because of the desert’s humid and hot weather, the designs were almost revealing, and maids could be seen standing beside them fanning them.

 

“How could I wear a dress like that?”

 

“It’s better than dying of heat.”

 

Tan was also wearing a sleeveless shirt and loose pants that felt cool.

 

Good ventilation.

 

When she glanced to the side, Karl was wearing black clothes that covered his entire body.

 

“Karl is dressed like this too.”

 

“Well, clothes like that are the standard. The desert sandstorms are fierce. But since we’ll return before sunset, light clothing is better.”

 

Looking around, most of the knights were indeed in simple attire.

 

From that sight, she could feel the Sanders Empire’s confidence. Even though it was monster hunting, most of the knights seemed to lack any sense of crisis, as if they had come rabbit hunting.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

[“We will begin the hunting competition.”]

 

Ban, riding the white horse, threw a flag up into the sky.

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