I Got Engaged To The Blind Duke - Chapter 58

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I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke Episode 58

Marine, wearing high ivory-colored shoes, carefully walked while holding Yulia’s hand.

One wrong step and her ankle would be done for.

Soon they arrived at the rest room right next to Arena Hall, the party venue.

Two men were waiting for her there.

“You… look truly beautiful today.”

Zeromian, dressed in a uniform of harmonious white and silver, stared at her in a daze.

His long hair, which seemed to be woven from sparkling silver thread, was neatly combed back, and his deep-set eyes hidden behind glasses exuded an intellectual atmosphere.

“You look even more beautiful, Zeromian.”

Marine complimented him purely.

Zeromian’s earlobes turned slightly red as he avoided her gaze.

Marine’s eyes then turned to the Duke, who stood majestically with his cane.

The Duke, wearing a uniform of black and gold, had his black hair slicked back with pomade.

His beautifully revealed forehead. Dense and lush long eyelashes. White skin and red lips. His sculpted high nose bridge and plump lips were more beautiful than most women.

“You look handsome today, Gerald.”

“…”

There was no response from the Duke who couldn’t see ahead.

As silence continued for a moment, Marine quickly approached the Duke’s side.

“Shall we go?”

When she extended her hand first, he familiarly grabbed her wrist then slid down to her hand.

At the two people’s natural appearance, Zeromian didn’t hide his displeased look and opened his mouth.

“You don’t need to try so hard.”

“Pardon?”

“It’s fake anyway.”

Her body trembled with a start, but Marine tried her best not to show it.

“Still going on about that?”

“Then should I pretend to be fooled too?”

When Zeromian grumbled, Marine hurriedly stepped between the two.

“Wait, please don’t fight, you two.”

“I don’t fight with such tiresome fellows.”

“Don’t worry, my lady. I don’t fight with such emotionless fellows either.”

Sigh, but that is fighting.

It’s really tiring, like watching a big white dog and black dog growling at each other.

Then, the Duke’s head turned toward the door.

“Come in.”

Butler Sebastian opened the rest room door and entered.

“It’s time to make your entrance.”

“Let’s go then.”

The Duke put Marine’s hand, which he was holding, into his arm. Marine, who naturally ended up linking arms, widened her eyes and looked up at him.

He slightly lowered his head and whispered to her.

“Your shoes seem high.”

How does he know that too?

Let’s not question it anymore. This person just knows everything.

“Butler, let’s go.”

“Yes.”

When the butler opened the rest room door, the Duke and Marine took the lead.

Zeromian followed the two with an uncomfortable expression, feeling he couldn’t interfere at this moment.

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The Arena Hall of the Duke’s Castle opened.

The enormous Arena Hall, large enough for hundreds of people, was famous for the ceiling painting left as the last work by the art world’s master Serionzo before his death.

A beautiful sea painted with ground blue coral, angels born from melted pearls, and a shining sun painted with melted gold.

People with deep knowledge of art visited the Duke’s Castle solely to see Arena Hall’s ceiling painting.

However, Arena Hall only opened its doors for direct ducal family weddings or important parties.

That Arena Hall had opened wide to welcome visitors after a long time.

“My goodness, did you see? Those champagne glasses stacked like towers? They’re all Ohara products.”

Ohara’s glass crafts were famous among nobles as items that couldn’t be obtained even with money. Yet champagne glasses made directly by Ohara were stacked like towers here and there.

“What about this wine? It’s Bulia wine.”

Bulia wine, which the Empire’s Emperor treasured most, only produced a hundred bottles per year. That wine was placed on every table.

“Isn’t that painting on the wall also a Serionzo work?”

A noble exclaimed in admiration, completely entranced.

The party, quickly organized within a month, was more splendid and abundant than any other party. It was enough to realize anew the wealth of the Western Duke.

The nobles gathered in small groups kept glancing toward the entrance while conversing.

“Did you hear that rumor?”

A plump noble lady covered her mouth with a fan and whispered to the thin noble lady standing beside her.

“That outrageous rumor?”

“Yes. Goodness, what could our Duke possibly be lacking.”

“Exactly. If the Duke were to propose, beautiful young ladies would line up.”

“I heard her family went bankrupt so she couldn’t even have a debutante ball, and she’s old too.”

“How did such a woman even meet the Duke!”

The thin noble lady couldn’t contain her anger and snapped her fan shut, lightly striking her palm with it.

“Unfortunately, the Duke is currently ill…”

The plump noble lady took out a handkerchief and dabbed her dry eyes.

“Didn’t that capable aide know such a woman was clinging to him?”

“He’s currently down in the Southern Region.”

“The story fits together perfectly.”

Young noble ladies who had been listening to their conversation from behind subtly made eye contact with each other and smiled.

Then, an attendant standing beside the Arena Hall entrance shouted in a loud voice.

“His Grace Duke Gerald von Vines and his fiancée Lady Marine Schwentz enter.”

As the Duke entered Arena Hall, the noisy hall instantly became quiet.

The Duke walking confidently with his fiancée on his arm didn’t look like someone who had injured his eyes. If only he weren’t holding a cane in one hand and keeping his eyes closed.

As they drew closer, the nobles parted to both sides and bowed their heads in greeting.

Gerald, standing in the center, slowly turned his head as if surveying his surroundings.

Though his eyes were closed, several nobles flinched and trembled as if they had made eye contact with him.

This was his first appearance at an official occasion since injuring his eyes. Young nobles who had inwardly looked down on the Duke with injured eyes were crushed by his dignity.

“Let me formally introduce her. My fiancée, Marine Schwentz. She is precious to me, so I hope you will all treat her as you would me.”

Each word introducing her carried deep resonance.

Marine lowered her eyes pretending to be shy to hide her bewildered look.

Precious to him? Is someone writing a script for him somewhere?

If Oliver had been there, she would have accepted it. But if the Duke had prepared these words alone, it was surprising.

No matter that it was to avoid being caught in a fake engagement, he was too good at lying.

Under the gathering piercing gazes, her head turned to face forward.

She felt various gazes: people looking at her curiously, people mocking her, people observing her.

“I am Marine of House Schwentz. Thank you all for coming. Please everyone enjoy the party.”

As soon as her words fell, the orchestra began to play their piece.

Gentle music filled Arena Hall.

Marine forced her lips upward while receiving the burdensome gazes from around her.

Thinking of the gold coins she would receive, she had to endure this moment somehow.

“Your Grace Duke. Congratulations on being so healthy and even getting engaged.”

An elderly noble with a splendidly groomed mustache approached and bowed his head to the Duke.

“Count Mandrea, thank you.”

Count Mandrea seemed pleased that the Duke remembered him, grinning broadly before soon speaking with a dark expression.

“And you must be deeply saddened about Countess Adria’s matter.”

“It’s a good day, so let’s only speak of good things.”

“Ah, my apologies.”

Count Mandrea stepped back with an expression showing he had made a mistake.

After that, countless nobles lined up in a long queue in front of the Duke, competing to offer their greetings.

Marine stood beside the Duke, receiving their congratulations together while smiling so continuously that her face was on the verge of cramping.

“Let’s wet our throats for a moment.”

At the Duke’s words, the nobles dispersed with disappointed expressions.

The Duke led Marine to the food table.

“Stay here.”

“What about you, Gerald?”

“I’ll finish receiving the remaining greetings and come back. If I don’t receive all the greetings, there will be people who chase me to the end.”

“Then I’ll also come with…”

As Marine tried to follow him again, the Duke whispered in her ear.

“That’s an order.”

“Yes.”

If it’s an order, then I have to follow it.

Really, turning considerate words into something so graceless is quite a talent.

Marine looked at the Duke’s retreating figure as he left after curtly saying one thing, and smiled helplessly.

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