I Got Engaged To The Blind Duke - Chapter 28

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I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke Episode 28

“So attacking me is helping me?”

He asked persistently in a low, rumbling voice.

“No, it’s not. How could it be?”

Marine was startled and quickly shook her head vigorously. Cold sweat ran down her back. She barely resisted the urge to pull the trolley and retreat.

“You said it would touch my body?”

“No, not me, but something else. What that is…”

Marine was so flustered that she rambled incoherently while quickly lowering her gaze to the herbal paste on the plate.

Right, that thing.

As she was about to continue speaking, he cut her off again.

“You’ll attack me with something else? A knife? As expected, spies use knives. Right?”

“Whaaaat?”

At his frightening words, Marine’s light green eyes widened enormously.

Marine gripped the trolley handle tightly.

Otherwise, she felt like she might want to slap those handsome and infuriating lips.

“Are you admitting it now?”

The corner of his lips curved up crookedly.

“No. It’s not that. Absolutely not. How could it be? I was wrong.”

At this rate, she’d be misunderstood again.

Marine shook her head vigorously while strongly denying it.

“What were you wrong about?”

He leaned back deeply in his chair and asked leisurely.

“I just feel like I was wrong about everything.”

Marine whispered with a dejected face, feeling upset. She was about to be branded a spy again while trying to help the Duke.

“Ahem.”

That coughing sound strangely seemed like laughter.

She quickly looked up, but the Duke was still sitting with an indifferent expression.

“Duke, it doesn’t seem like the right time, so should I come back later?”

“You won’t help me?”

“You seem to be misunderstanding… It’s really not a knife or anything, it’s herbal paste.”

“Herbal paste?”

“Yes, yes. It’s made by grinding flowers into a paste-like form, and it has the effect of cooling down heat.”

“I don’t have a fever.”

The Duke answered indifferently.

“It’s also good for headaches, and people naturally have slight fevers anyway. It’s really good if you try it.”

Marine felt a reality check as she spoke.

If the Duke’s eyes were visible, he would probably be looking at her with a ‘where are you selling medicine?’ expression.

“I don’t have a fever.”

“There’s really nothing as refreshing as this in the world. I heard that in other regions, people only use this…”

So what if she’s selling medicine? As long as it helps.

“Temporary.”

He called her name in a low, warning tone.

“Please. Just once. Just try it once, and if you don’t like it, I won’t do it again. Okay?”

Marine clasped her hands together and pleaded earnestly. Since she couldn’t make him take it orally, she had to at least apply it to his eyes.

“Sigh, fine.”

“Yes. Thank you, thank you!”

Marine was so happy that she stopped mid-bow while expressing her gratitude.

Tch, this is all for the Duke’s benefit.

She didn’t understand why she had to be so grateful.

Marine pouted her lips as she generously applied the herbal paste to the cloth on the plate. She had deliberately brought a wide, thin cloth that could cover his forehead and eyes.

The Duke remained still with his head leaning against the chair.

Carefully approaching him, she lowered her voice and whispered.

“Then, excuse me.”

The Duke nodded slightly without saying anything.

Marine held her breath and carefully brushed aside his black hair covering his eyes and forehead with her fingers.

His handsome forehead and the black silk ribbon covering his eyes were revealed.

Marine looked at it with pitying eyes.

She wanted to remove even that ribbon covering his eyes before placing the cloth.

But if she said such a thing, she’d probably hear something worse than being called a spy, so she held back.

“I’ll apply it now.”

Marine placed the cloth soaked with herbal paste on his forehead and eyes.

Then she carefully adjusted it so the paste wouldn’t drip down.

“Why are you putting it on my eyes too?”

“It’s good to cool the eyes too. It’s a folk remedy. When reducing fever, it’s good to draw heat from the eyes as well.”

“Doesn’t that folk remedy say not to use it on people who don’t have fever in the first place?”

“All done.”

Marine pretended not to hear the Duke’s words.

As she was about to straighten her bent back, the Duke suddenly grabbed her wrist. Her face was still very close to his.

Worried that her breath might reach him, Marine swallowed and quietly asked.

“Why?”

“Inspection.”

“Ah, yes.”

His red lips were right before her eyes.

He probably didn’t wear makeup like the young ladies, yet they were such a beautiful red color.

By the way, he was measuring her wrist size particularly carefully today.

Still bent over, her back was getting increasingly stiff.

“Same as always.”

“I told you I’m already fully grown.”

“Grow more.”

“Yes.”

When he says to do something, she has to do it.

She answered hurriedly, wanting to straighten her back.

Finally, he released her wrist.

Marine quickly moved away from him and urgently took the breath she had been lacking.

She thought she was going to suffocate to death.

Walking back to the trolley, she picked up a fairy tale book.

“Today’s fairy tale book is the story of the grateful crow.”

“Was there such a fairy tale book?”

“Yes.”

…There wasn’t.

She had just written it from memory. She could see her own dense handwriting on the paper tucked between the fairy tale books.

She felt like she had become one with the magpie, feeling like she was the grateful magpie herself.

Instead, since there were no magpies in this world, she changed it to a crow.

Originally a short folk tale, but the story featuring the protagonist’s various hardships and friendship with the crow took well over an hour to finish.

“…Although the crow had lied, the count finally realized all the things the crow had done for him. Having repaid all its debts of gratitude, the crow flew high up into the sky. And so the count lived happily ever after, grateful to the crow for his entire life.”

Marine closed the book with a proud expression, moved by the fairy tale she had written.

The count was the Duke, and the crow was herself.

It was a story she had written with deep meaning, pleading that he wouldn’t kill her even if her lies were discovered.

Of course, the Duke probably didn’t notice.

The Duke was quiet, perhaps having fallen asleep.

She had realized after reading fairy tale books several times that the Duke seemed to wake up the moment she finished reading.

So she was choosing very long stories for the fairy tale books.

The reason she had deliberately written today’s story long was hoping the Duke would sleep a little longer.

She put the fairy tale book down on the trolley and picked up the wet towel she had prepared in advance.

She approached the Duke with light steps, trying to minimize her footsteps as much as possible.

He was even more motionless than usual today.

Was he still sleeping?

Marine whispered in the smallest voice she could manage.

“I’m going to remove the cloth.”

The moment Marine carefully reached out her hand, the Duke’s hand quickly caught her wrist.

“What is this?”

The Duke’s low, sunken voice was ominous.

“Pardon?”

Marine’s pupils shook greatly in surprise.

“This herbal paste. What is this?”

“It’s just like weeds that bloom on the roadside.”

Why was he suddenly showing interest?

Marine chose her words as carefully as possible.

“Is this the flower you said you ate yesterday?”

“How did you know?”

“Because it has the same scent.”

Wow, what a nose.

Marine inwardly admired while not letting down her guard. Under no circumstances should he find out it was a poisonous plant.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“This is a folk remedy for reducing fever?”

The Duke asked again as if seeking confirmation.

“Yes.”

“What’s the name of the flower?”

“The name is… Dandelion Blossoms.”

Marine hesitated about whether she should tell him the name, then closed her eyes tightly and spoke.

Although she had listed the name in the poisonous plants book, she hadn’t directly fed it to him.

She had actually heard from Yulia that it was a folk remedy.

Marine trembled inwardly while watching the Duke’s reaction.

It should be fine, right?

The Duke personally removed the cloth that had been covering his forehead and around his eyes.

Marine quickly offered him the wet towel she had prepared in advance.

“Would you like to wipe? Shall I wipe it for…”

“No need.”

He snatched the wet towel from her hand, roughly wiped his forehead and around his eyes, and threw it on the desk.

Marine gathered the cloth and wet towel and quickly stepped back from him.

“Duke, then I shall take my leave now.”

Unlike usual, the Duke sat with a serious expression, frowning.

Marine quickly pushed the trolley and left, feeling like she might get caught in the crossfire.

“Kay.”

“…”

Kay, who appeared before the Duke, bowed down.

“Mandelesong. Investigate everything about it.”

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