I Got Engaged To The Blind Duke - Chapter 149

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I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke Episode 149

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Princes rode out on horseback with groups of Knights.

 

Tan watched them with a leisurely expression.

 

“Aren’t you going?”

 

“Why waste energy going early? It’s not like I covet that Sword. You haven’t forgotten what I told you, have you?”

 

“Yes. If any strange people approach, I’ll stay close to Karl. Right?”

 

“Right. Karl, if an unavoidable situation arises, go to Stone Mountain near War Oasis and wait. I’ll come get you.”

 

Karl answered silently with a nod.

 

Just then, Ban slowly approached them on a White Horse.

 

[“Ban.”]

 

[“Elder Brother.”]

 

Tan smiled brightly as he welcomed him.

 

[“Why haven’t you departed yet?”]

 

[“Elder Brother, I who have never properly wielded a Sword am afraid of Demon Beasts.”]

 

Tan deliberately trembled and spoke in an unconfident voice.

 

Ban glanced at Tan’s muscular arms and smirked.

 

[“Are those muscles on your arms decorations?”]

 

[“How did you know? They’re decorations to look good to women.”]

 

Tan grinned and lovingly stroked his arm muscles.

 

Ban frowned at Tan’s nonsense and soon turned his gaze to Marine.

 

[“Why is your woman covering her face?”]

 

[“Something broke out on her face. She says she can’t show such a face to people. You don’t know how shy she is.”]

 

Marine deliberately lowered her head and pretended to be embarrassed.

 

[“Where did all the Maids go? What about Bitra?”]

 

[“Bitra said she wasn’t feeling well today, so I told her to rest. She’s suffered so much because of me all this time, I wanted to let her rest properly this time.”]

 

Tan hid his true intentions and smiled naturally.

 

[“Bitra has had a hard time taking care of you.”]

 

Ban agreed with his words without even trying to hide his sneer.

 

[“Since it’s come to this, let’s depart together. It’s a Sword given by Maternal Grandfather, we can’t let the other Princes take it.”]

 

Marine, who had been listening to the Second Prince’s words with her head lowered, looked dumbfounded.

 

To put it up as a prize when he never intended to give it away from the start. The Prince was truly pathetic.

 

[“Yes, Elder Brother. Sweetie, I’ll be back, so rest.”]

 

Marine obediently nodded and went inside the Shade Tent.

 

Ban’s persistent gaze toward her was blocked by the Bodyguard standing close behind.

 

[“Who is that guy?”]

 

[“Sweetie’s Bodyguard.”]

 

[“Do you keep calling your woman that way? Doesn’t she have a name?”]

 

[“Her name is Sweetie, Elder Brother. Isn’t it quite sweet?”]

 

Ban glared at Tan pathetically and turned his body sharply.

 

[“Let’s go.”]

 

[“Yes.”]

 

Tan tried to look at Marine one last time as he followed Ban, but she wasn’t visible, blocked by Karl’s back.

 

That Bodyguard was annoyingly perfect.

 

Tan narrowed his eyes and glared at Karl’s back, then turned his head to stare at Ban’s retreating figure.

 

The Knights guarding Ban approached on horseback and flanked him.

 

The heated wind of the Desert swept past Tan’s indifferent face.

 

Suddenly, curiosity arose.

 

If he killed Elder Brother, would Mother be sad, hurt, angry, or fall into terrible despair and be unable to escape?

 

Whatever emotion she showed, he thought he desperately wanted to see that face of Mother’s.

 

Mother. You shouldn’t have kept coveting what’s mine.

 

Ban looked back at him and irritably commanded.

 

[“Hurry up.”]

 

[“Yes, Elder Brother. I’m coming.”]

 

Tan smiled his usual gentle smile while stroking the Sword at his waist.

 

When he turned his head to the side, he could see the Knights he had secretly raised outside.

 

Not knowing what the Imperial Consorts and Second Prince might scheme, he had called them to a Palace event for the first time.

 

As Tan mounted his Black Horse, several of them followed.

 

 

 

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Marine, who had been fanning herself under the Shade Tent, looked up at Karl standing guard beside her.

 

Wearing black Clothes under the blazing sun of the Desert, he looked hot at first glance. However, not a single drop of sweat flowed down his expressionless face.

 

“Aren’t you hot?”

 

“I’m fine.”

 

“If you’re good at Combat, can you also control heat? I wonder if our Gerald can do that too?”

 

For some reason, Karl’s lips softened slightly at her idle chatter.

 

Marine looked at him curiously. She could feel that Karl secretly liked it whenever she talked about the Duke.

 

Just how close were they?

 

“Our Gerald is incredibly good at Combat. Right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

The corners of his lips trembled as if trying to suppress a smile.

 

“And he’s handsome too.”

 

She could see Karl slightly turn his head to the side and secretly smile.

 

He likes it. He likes it.

 

Marine was peeking at him and chuckling when she suddenly froze.

 

Huh? Is this dangerous?

 

Her light green eyes trembled with agitation.

 

Karl said he liked men.

 

Karl liked it whenever the Duke was mentioned.

 

Karl likes the Duke? In other words, her rival?

 

Marine narrowed her eyes and looked Karl up and down.

 

Was he close enough to convey the Duke’s confession on his behalf, while secretly liking the Duke?

 

Sigh. Really, the Male Protagonist is too popular regardless of gender.

 

Marine decided to be careful about talking about the Duke in front of Karl from now on.

 

While Marine was being wary of Karl by herself, a sweet voice came from beside her.

 

[“Lady Sweetie?”]

 

Marine unconsciously turned around, then hung her head in self-reproach.

 

To think she had gotten used to the nickname Sweetie. This was really serious.

 

When she sighed and raised her head, a woman so beautiful that her eyes widened was standing before her.

 

A woman with silky black hair, black eyes like black Pearls, red lips, wearing a flowing white Dress that showed her skin and adorned with splendid Jewelry was with a Maid.

 

The Maid was holding a large leaf-shaped fan, creating shade over the beautiful woman’s head.

 

[“You are Lady Sweetie, aren’t you?”]

 

[“…Yes.”]

 

She wanted to say that her name wasn’t Sweetie, but given the situation, she couldn’t, so she weakly agreed.

 

[“Nice to meet you. I’m Shayla Sanders, the Second Prince’s consort.”]

 

[“Ah… Nice to meet you.”]

 

When she felt Sheira’s black eyes scanning her, wariness suddenly surged up.

 

The Second Prince was a dangerous person who had demanded her to be handed over.

 

Why had his wife suddenly approached her?

 

[“What brings you here?”]

 

[“Ban and Tan are different from the other princes – they share the same Imperial Consort mother. So wouldn’t it be good for you and me to become close, Sweetie?”]

 

Marine forcibly suppressed her desire to shake her head and say there was no need for that, standing silently instead.

 

[“Oh, are you perhaps upset that I called the 3rd Prince ‘Tan’? We’ve been close since childhood. Tan used to follow me around a lot too.”]

 

Sheira spoke as if boasting about the past that no one had even asked about.

 

She could feel her watching intently as if observing her reaction.

 

Marine remained still without giving any response.

 

Perhaps not getting the reaction she wanted from her, Sheira turned the conversation with a sly expression.

 

[“So when are you two getting married?”]

 

[“What?”]

 

Marine was so shocked that she unconsciously raised her voice.

 

As if this was the reaction she wanted, Sheira put on a pretend surprised expression with satisfied eyes.

 

[“Oh my! Why are you so surprised? After staying together in one room for so long, don’t you plan to become a princess consort? Ah, I heard you’re from a foreign country – is that how things are done there?”]

 

Marine looked anxiously at the person behind her. She could feel Karl’s sharp gaze from behind once again.

 

She shouldn’t tell the Duke such things. There were circumstances to everything.

 

[“I’m sorry. I get overheated easily, so I think it would be difficult to continue the conversation.”]

 

Marine indirectly told her to leave, not wanting to continue talking with her any longer.

 

Then Sheira’s black eyes gleamed as she pretended not to understand and opened her mouth.

 

[“You’re someone with a weak constitution. If you’re hot, how about removing the cloth covering your face? That would be much cooler.”]

 

Sheira’s hand approached the cloth covering Marine’s face.

 

Marine quickly stepped back and bumped into Karl’s chest as he stood behind her.

 

[“How rude of you.”]

 

[“Oh my. I was just acting out of concern. Since you said you get overheated easily.”]

 

[“I think I need to rest, so I’ll be withdrawing now.”]

 

This time Marine spoke in a more firm tone.

 

[“I understand. Then please rest.”]

 

Sheira turned around with cold eyes.

 

But as she was returning to her spot, she stopped right in the middle of the path and pretended to accidentally drop her handkerchief.

 

The white handkerchief fell to the sandy ground, carried by the wind.

 

What could that mean?

 

At that moment, Karl’s husky voice rang in her ear.

 

“Temporary.”

 

Marine quickly drew her dagger and stood close beside Karl.

 

Shortly after, black masked people appeared from beyond the yellow desert.

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