I Got Engaged To The Blind Duke - Chapter 216

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I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke Episode 216

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“Damn it, huff huff huff.”

Ban’s breath had risen to his throat. The sound of his pounding heart echoed in his ears.

Smithe looked around with a desperate expression.

Where should he go? Where could he escape to?

He scanned all directions with bloodshot eyes, but nowhere seemed like a place where he could hide.

The Duke’s Estate in the Capital would surely have the Family Head’s secret passages like the Duke’s Castle in the Southern Region.

But despite being the Family Head, he knew nothing.

The secrets passed down only to Family Heads through generations were in the Family Head’s Study, but it could only be opened with the Head of House Ring.

This was all because of Smith.

Born with the same face, the same build.

Just because he was born one minute late, everything he wanted was stolen by Smith.

His parents’ love. The retainers’ trust. Even the position of Family Head.

Leaving the rising hatred behind, Smithe ran toward the garden at the back of the Duke’s Estate.

In the end, the place he chose was a small cave deep in the garden.

Smithe curled up his body like when he was a child and entered the cave, covering the entrance with bushes.

How did it come to this?

His mind was hazy as if fog had settled in.

“Find him! Find the fake!”

“Find the wicked fake!”

The sharp shouts of the Knights were closing in from all directions.

If they caught him, he would die.

Smithe, consumed by despair, trembled as he covered his ears.

No. I’m the real one. I’m not a fake.

Smithe opened his eyes wide and bit his fingers out of habit when anxious. Blood flowed from the back of his hand, but he didn’t notice.

And how much time had passed?

The voices and footsteps of the Knights were gradually growing distant.

Thank goodness. He could escape like this.

As new hope rose, his wildly beating heart gradually calmed down.

Smithe, slowly regaining his reason, glared into the air and made a vow.

If only he could escape from this place, he would reclaim the position of Family Head again.

He had stolen it once, so would twice be difficult?

He could do it.

Just as he was making this new resolution, a familiar voice reached his ears.

“Smithe.”

Hearing Smith’s voice after so long sent chills down his spine.

Smithe turned his creaking neck to look at the cave entrance.

The bushes were cleared away, revealing navy blue hair, sharp eyes, and red lips. A face identical to his own was bent over, staring directly at him.

“You…!”

“It brings back old memories. Whenever I came to the Capital with our parents, we often played here.”

“…”

“You were bad at Hide and Seek. I already knew that this was always the last place you’d hide.”

Smith’s voice continued slowly, as if reminiscing about the past.

Smithe frowned and gritted his teeth.

To spout such nonsense in this situation.

He groped for the dagger hidden at his ankle.

Facing Smith’s face, his mind became crystal clear.

Right. They say crisis is opportunity.

He just needed to stab that exposed neck.

“To come barging in like this. How unexpected.”

Smithe deliberately acted leisurely as he slowly approached.

“I learned it from you, Smithe.”

Smith smiled with narrowed eyes.

To think that bookish scholar could speak so sarcastically. Smithe swallowed a bitter laugh as he drew closer to him.

“You’ve changed.”

“That’s also thanks to you. Isn’t that right, Smithe?”

Smith’s navy blue eyes stared directly at Smithe.

Now.

Smithe tensed his entire body and thrust the dagger forward.

Clang.

But a throwing star that flew from somewhere knocked the dagger away.

As he frantically tried to grab the dagger that fell to the ground, rough hands seized his neck and dragged him out of the cave.

“Let go! Let me go!”

When Smithe twisted his body, the rough hands released him.

Under the blindingly bright sunlight, he looked up at the one who had grabbed him.

It was Low, the Southern Duke’s bodyguard with one loose arm.

When Smith had escaped through the Family Head’s passage, Low had bought time alone and fled with one arm severed.

“Ha, hiding like a dead mouse for years. Were you waiting for an opportunity all this time?”

At Smithe’s murderous gaze, Smith smiled bitterly and shook his head.

“No. I was going to hide for the rest of my life for your sake. You shouldn’t have touched Priana.”

Smithe roughly ran his fingers through his hair.

To pull this stunt just because he kidnapped that woman?

His navy blue eyes gleamed with fury.

“Who helped you?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. I eliminated everyone who would help you with my own hands, so who the hell helped you!”

Smithe had to find out that fact. If he regained the position of Family Head, he would have to eliminate him again.

“Western Duke.”

Smith spoke in a calm voice.

“…What?”

Smithe’s eyes widened in shock.

The Western Duke was this guy’s backer?

“You call yourself the Southern Duke after all this? How dare you receive help from the West! Don’t you know what the West is after in the South!”

The Western Duke. That enemy had finally caught him by the ankle. He should have eliminated him long ago. To think he would lose everything because of that bastard.

It was when Smithe was grinding his teeth while thinking of the Western Duke.

A middle-aged man with a bushy beard approached them.

It was the Southern Knight Order Captain.

Smithe trembled and avoided his sharp gaze.

All the others had fallen for him, but this person alone couldn’t be deceived. That’s why he had sent him far away, yet here he appeared.

“All the subordinates have been captured.”

“Good. You’ve done well.”

The Southern Knight Order Captain glared at Smithe once with a cold expression, then stepped back.

Smithe squeezed his eyes shut.

Everything was truly over. Years of effort pretending to be Smith had turned to nothing.

“Smithe. Choose.”

Smith picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground and threw it at Smithe’s feet.

Thud. The dagger touched his toes.

Smithe slowly lifted his eyelids and glared at the dagger at his feet.

“You want me to commit suicide?”

“Yes. I don’t want to kill you with my own hands. So you choose.”

“You say choose, but there’s only one answer.”

Smithe smiled bitterly and slowly picked up the dagger.

“I hate you. I hated how you had everything and acted like it was natural.”

“You also had the same things as me. You just didn’t know their value.”

“Really? Then give me back the position of Family Head. Then I’ll believe your words.”

Smithe’s eyes gleamed with hatred.

Smith met that gaze with calm eyes.

Because they were twins, they had the same things. But Smithe always coveted his things. After forcibly taking them away, he would quickly lose interest.

He was simply satisfied with stealing his brother’s things.

Just like how he stole the Southern Duke title and then persistently searched to take his life as well.

“I think I’ve given you enough time.”

At Smith’s firm words, Smithe trembled with a pitiful expression.

“I’m your younger brother. Please spare me.”

Smithe called him elder brother for the first time and pleaded with him.

However, Smith coldly bid farewell and turned away.

“Farewell.”

At this, Smithe, who had been hanging his head as if crying, lifted his face. He was wearing a vile smile.

He had already confirmed that the Bodyguard was positioned slightly away from them.

“You can go to hell too.”

Smithe, gripping the dagger tightly with both hands, rushed at Smith who was showing his back.

However, Low defended nimbly as expected, then attacked Smithe.

Red blood gushed out from Smithe’s throat.

Smith slowly turned around.

His face was bitter, as if he had anticipated that Smithe would stab him from behind.

Smithe glared at Smith with wide eyes full of resentment. Smith had known he would attack and had deliberately positioned the Bodyguard away while showing his back.

‘He knew everything…’

Smithe couldn’t even close his eyes as his life came to an end.

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