I Got Engaged To The Blind Duke - Chapter 193

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I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke Episode 193

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A shabby alley on the outskirts of the Capital.

 

People were secretly coming and going from a small two-story building.

 

Southern Duke Smith entered through the back door.

 

Inside, many nobles were already seated around a table, continuing their meeting.

 

“Your Grace, you’ve arrived?”

 

A noble who spotted him quickly stood up and offered his seat.

 

Smith sat down confidently as if the offered seat had originally been his.

 

“I’m a bit late.”

 

Smith nodded in greeting to Eastern Duchess Edena, who was seated at the head of the table.

 

Displeasure flickered in her pale blue eyes.

 

“It’s more than just a bit late.”

 

“Has the plot to dethrone His Majesty the Emperor already concluded?”

 

When Smith pretended to be surprised and looked around, the nobles avoided his gaze with uncomfortable expressions.

 

“Southern Duke. Watch your words.”

 

Edena warned in a cold voice.

 

“Oh, did I misspeak? I came here thinking that’s what this meeting was about.”

 

Smith spoke playfully while looking at the nobles as if seeking agreement.

 

As the nobles showed their discomfort with the Southern Duke, Edena stepped forward.

 

“The rest of you may withdraw now.”

 

Caught in the tense standoff between the two, the nobles quickly withdrew from their seats.

 

After everyone disappeared, only the two remained at the large table.

 

As silence settled in the room, the Southern Duke tapped the table once and broke the silence.

 

“I heard that the Eastern Duke has been in much better health lately?”

 

Reading the hidden meaning of why the Eastern Duchess was stepping forward instead of the Eastern Duke, Edena smiled coldly.

 

“He’s still having difficulty moving around.”

 

“I see. Unlike the Former Minor Duke, the Current Young Duke is too young to be suitable for such occasions.”

 

At Smith’s continued attacks, Edena’s eyes glinted coldly.

 

“I heard the Southern Region’s fruit harvest is abundant and you’re very busy, but it seems you’re still staying in the Capital because you haven’t found the person you’ve been desperately searching for?”

 

This time, Smith’s eyes flared with anger.

 

The fact that he was searching for his twin brother was supposed to be a secret.

 

But where in the world was there a perfect secret?

 

Just like how he knew that the former Eastern Minor Duke had died and been dumped on the street.

 

Upon hearing news that his brother had been found in the Capital, he hadn’t been able to return to the Southern Region.

 

Because his brother had taken and hidden the Family Head’s ring that had been passed down through generations.

 

If he couldn’t find that ring, he would only be half a Family Head.

 

Having exchanged barbs once each, the two closed their mouths and studied each other.

 

How much did they know?

 

Soon Smith changed his expression to a pleasant one and changed the subject.

 

“You must have heard? The news from the Western Region.”

 

At his words, Edena’s eyes wavered slightly.

 

“….”

 

At her silent response, Smith revealed more of his intentions.

 

“I hear the Western Duke’s Fiancée has remarkable abilities. How about we use this opportunity to shake up the Western Duke with that?”

 

No matter how much the Eastern Region knew about the Southern Region’s affairs, the Western Duke was more bothersome to him.

 

Hadn’t he arbitrarily killed Southern nobles over his sister’s matter, and brought demon beasts to the annual meeting to show off his military power?

 

Acting as if he alone was superior.

 

When a thorn in one’s eye becomes uncomfortable, it must be removed.

 

“…You shouldn’t underestimate the Western Region.”

 

After a long while, Edena’s lips finally opened.

 

“Ha, how unexpected. The Eastern Region, which is like the leader of the noble faction, defending the Western Region?”

 

The wrinkles around Edena’s eyes deepened.

 

“I’m not defending the Western Region, I’m stating facts. Then let me ask you. Which side will the Southern Region stand on?”

 

At her words asking him to choose between the Emperor or the noble faction, a strange smile appeared on Smith’s lips.

 

“Am I not here at this meeting right now?”

 

Edena looked at Smith with displeasure as he slithered away like a snake.

 

The self-isolated Northern Region. The Western Region, the Empire’s shield. The Eastern Region, trusted by nobles and people alike.

 

In contrast, the Southern Region always moved toward profit and was untrustworthy.

 

“Then I hope you won’t be late to the next meeting.”

 

“Of course.”

 

Meeting Edena’s distrustful gaze, Smith answered with a fake smile.

 

 

 

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Gerald’s office.

 

Gerald, who had been reading reports, looked up.

 

His gaze fell on Oliver, whose face hadn’t stopped smiling lately. His face was practically glowing.

 

Seeing Oliver changed enough for him to notice made him strangely irritated.

 

“Oliver.”

 

“Yes, Your Grace.”

 

Oliver smiled brightly as he placed another report on his desk.

 

Gerald narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Oliver.

 

What is it? What’s changed?

 

“It’s annoying.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“I strangely feel like I’ve lost to you somehow. Like you’re ahead of me in something. Why am I feeling this way?”

 

Where did that glowing face and that attitude oozing with confidence come from? Just a few days ago, he was as lifeless as overcooked cabbage.

 

Oliver subtly avoided his eyes.

 

“Nothing happened.”

 

“Is that so.”

 

“Yes!”

 

Oliver answered quickly.

 

“Did you win?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“Against Surenne.”

 

Oliver’s eyes widened like lanterns.

 

Gerald chuckled as if he finally understood. To be this happy for several days just because he won a drinking contest.

 

Still young.

 

“Well, that’s….”

 

Oliver’s brown pupils wandered aimlessly.

 

“It’s natural to feel good when your expectations are fulfilled.”

 

At his words, Oliver’s face changed to one that couldn’t laugh or cry.

 

“…Yes.”

 

At that moment, Gerald’s gaze turned toward the office door.

 

“Come in.”

 

Sebastian entered, carrying a letter on a golden tray.

 

“Your Grace. It has finally arrived.”

 

At Sebastian’s slightly trembling voice, Gerald and Oliver simultaneously looked at the letter.

 

Oliver quickly approached, picked up the letter, and handed it to Gerald.

 

Sebastian stood next to Oliver to hear the good news together.

 

Gerald picked up the silver opener from the desk, cut open the envelope, and read through the letter.

 

The two men, who had been waiting with excited expressions, exchanged glances after watching the Duke remain silent for a long time after reading the letter.

 

‘Why is he reacting like that?’

 

‘Surely His Majesty the Emperor didn’t send an outright rejection, did he?’

 

Gerald’s expression after reading the Emperor’s letter was as cold as winter wind.

 

The precarious and fierce energy that seemed ready to explode at any moment finally did.

 

Oliver, unable to withstand the Duke’s aura, stepped back, while Sebastian stepped forward as if to protect him.

 

“Your Grace!”

 

Sebastian, confronting the Duke’s aura, raised his voice as if to alert him to the situation.

 

The Duke glanced up at the two men, then suppressed his energy.

 

The Duke’s aura that had been stinging their skin instantly subsided.

 

The Duke’s tightly closed mouth finally opened.

 

“The Emperor has gone mad.”

 

Oliver looked at Sebastian in shock. Sebastian quickly composed his surprised expression.

 

“…Isn’t it a letter about marriage approval?”

 

Oliver asked cautiously.

 

“That’s right. A wedding.”

 

Gerald’s voice was filled with coldness.

 

Oliver’s mind raced at that answer.

 

Why was he so angry about the wedding news they had so desperately wanted?

 

When the Duke threw the Emperor’s letter on the floor like discarding trash, Oliver and Sebastian moved simultaneously.

 

Sebastian, with his superior reflexes, was slightly faster. He handed the letter to Oliver with a face that couldn’t bear to read its contents.

 

Oliver unfolded the letter and read through it, his mouth gradually falling open.

 

It was indeed about a wedding. However, the parties getting married were different.

 

It was the marriage of the Crown Prince and Miss Diana, not the Duke.

 

“Insane…”

 

Oliver quickly closed his mouth at the words that escaped without thinking.

 

He should have kept such thoughts to himself, but it seemed he was becoming like the Duke as well.

 

When he slowly handed the letter to Sebastian, who kept asking with his eyes, Sebastian received it with trembling hands and read through it.

 

His sturdy forearm muscles bulged as he gripped the letter tightly.

 

“His Majesty the Emperor must be unwell somewhere.”

 

Sebastian, taking his eyes off the letter, criticized the Emperor as indirectly as possible.

 

Oliver squeezed his eyes shut.

 

His heart pounded as if he were stepping on thin ice.

 

“I think so too.”

 

“What do you plan to do?”

 

Gerald turned his gaze toward the window.

 

“How long must I endure this mad Emperor?”

 

At his dangerous words, Oliver and Sebastian gulped.

 

Oliver thought of the only person who could calm the Duke’s anger and carefully spoke up.

 

“First, I think it would be good to discuss this with Lady Marine.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

Sebastian nodded in agreement.

 

“Let’s do that.”

 

Oliver and Sebastian simultaneously breathed sighs of relief.

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