I Got Engaged To The Blind Duke - Chapter 7

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I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke Episode 7

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The office was quiet as always.

Gerald was fighting against terrible pain in that silent space.

The corridor had black curtains hung as a boundary, meaning no one should approach closely. However, he couldn’t draw boundaries all the way outside the castle.

The sound of servants’ footsteps hurriedly walking while kicking dirt. The sound of dishes falling and breaking. Noisy conversation sounds. Insect sounds. Horse neighing. The sound of wind blowing. Kay’s low breathing.

All the noise was sharpened thin like needles, piercing into his ears and tearing through his head.

A terrible headache rushed over him.

“….”

Gerald picked up the thin, elongated silver letter opener on his desk and stabbed his ear without hesitation.

“My lord!”

He felt Kay, who tried to keep his mouth shut as much as possible due to his condition, calling him urgently in a low voice.

“I pierced exactly the eardrum.”

“….”

Only after forcibly injuring the inside of his ear did the headache subside a little.

However, as his hearing became paralyzed, now his sense of smell began to act up.

Kay’s sweat smell made his head throb painfully.

“Kay. Stay away for a moment.”

Kay’s movement of shaking his head was transmitted through the air.

Gerald spoke firmly.

“Right now.”

Kay silently bowed his head and disappeared.

The stale air floating around the office stung his nose. Nausea rushed over him and he held his breath.

“Damn.”

Gerald closed his eyes and struggled to suppress his other senses that were going wild.

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“What? Go back?”

Making her determination from the previous day meaningless, Marine immediately faced an employment crisis.

Her light green eyes trembled at the shocking words.

She had arrived in front of the office right on time for work, but now she was told to go back.

“I’m sorry.”

“You really want me to leave?”

“Yes. Please go back today.”

Oliver awkwardly avoided her gaze.

“It’s just for today, right?”

Marine asked to get confirmation.

“Well….”

Oliver glanced at the office door with a troubled expression and trailed off.

“I won’t go! How did I get in here? How can you kick me out after just one day? I’ll die here even if I have to die.”

Marine plopped down on the red carpet laid in the corridor. She grabbed the carpet and entered stubborn mode with a determined face.

“Um, Miss Marine. I think you’re misunderstanding. We’re not kicking you out….”

Flustered Oliver extended his hand to her as if telling her to get up.

“But you told me to go back?”

Marine looked up at Oliver with eyes full of resentment.

How hard it was to find this job. She couldn’t be fired after just one day.

“No, that’s not it…. Let’s talk about this somewhere else, not here.”

It was when Oliver kept glancing and watching the office nervously.

“Come in.”

A heavy voice emanating chills flowed out from inside the office.

When the Duke’s unexpected voice intervened, Marine became like a startled rabbit.

“His Grace the Duke was inside? Was my voice too loud?”

Oliver frowned as if troubled and let out a deep sigh.

“Sigh, let’s go in first.”

Marine got up from her spot like a scared puppy with her spirits dampened.

Oliver lit a candle and entered the office. Marine stuck close behind him and moved while hiding her body as much as possible.

Then her footsteps stopped dead in place. Oliver’s back, her only shield, was getting farther away, but she couldn’t move.

Her instincts were warning her. That it was dangerous.

Marine looked around the office slowly with a tense face.

Thick black curtains hung at every window. The mahogany desk. The thick red carpet. The Duke emanating presence even in the darkness.

The office was still dark and bleak, no different from the previous day.

However, something strangely bothered her.

Gasp. Her shoulders stiffened as she realized one thing different from the previous day.

A faint smell of blood floating in the stuffy air from lack of ventilation.

Marine momentarily felt dizzy and nausea rushed over her.

Horse neighing. Hazy smell of dirt. Blood drops falling before her eyes.

No. I can’t collapse here.

Marine breathed roughly and drove away the remnants of the past floating in her mind.

She put strength into her cold hands and forcibly clenched and unclenched her fists to circulate warmth. Her efforts worked and the dizziness soon disappeared.

Marine put strength into her trembling legs and stood close behind Oliver again.

Why does it smell like blood?

Due to past trauma, she could detect the smell of blood like a ghost. It was faint but definitely the smell of blood.

Her light green eyes moved busily, looking around here and there.

‘Did someone die here?’

Her imagination spread endlessly.

She thought it would just be a job of reading reports to the Duke like reading a book.

Did she have to risk her life? Should she run away now?

She wanted to turn around and run away immediately, but her body frozen with fear wouldn’t budge.

“How determined.”

A predator’s low voice flowed from the darkness.

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

Marine apologized with trembling lips.

“You’ll die here even if you have to die?”

“No, no.”

She hastily denied the words she had uttered. She didn’t want to die.

This place with its faint smell of blood seemed like an execution ground rather than an office.

The swords decorating one wall flickered in the candlelight, appearing larger and sharper.

Marine forcibly tore her gaze away from the swords and stared at the Duke shrouded in darkness.

“As expected… a spy?”

“What? Ah, hiccup. No.”

The back of her neck felt cold.

Marine, who forcibly held back the hand trying to go to her throat, answered while completely terrified.

“Then why are you so desperate to die here?”

The Duke’s dry tone sounded even more frightening.

“N-no, that’s not what I meant. You misunderstood, you misunderstood. I meant I really want to work. *Hic*. I really don’t want to die. *Hic*.”

The hiccups that came out whenever she was nervous made her words sound incoherent. If she died being accused of being a spy like this, she felt like she’d die twice from the injustice.

“Oliver.”

The target had changed.

Oliver lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

“I apologize. It was difficult to speak about Your Grace’s condition, so when I told her to go back without explaining the reason, I think she misunderstood it as being fired.”

At those words, Marine’s light green eyes shook as if hit by an earthquake.

No, if that was the case, he should have explained it well in a roundabout way. To tell her to go back right after she arrived without any explanation.

“Miss Marine, I’m sorry. Your Grace’s condition is something only a small number of people should know about. I couldn’t quickly decide whether or not to tell Miss Marine, who had just started working.”

“Ah… Yes.”

After hearing Oliver’s explanation, she understood.

Who was the Duke?

He was like a king ruling the Western Region. And generally, the condition of someone in a high position is top secret.

“So you made a fuss?”

The Duke’s voice rang out coldly.

“I apologize.”

Oliver bowed deeply.

“I apologize.”

Marine also apologized in a crawling voice, following suit.

“Report.”

“Are you sure you’ll be alright? You haven’t even received treatment yet…”

There was worry in Oliver’s voice.

Treatment?

Marine opened her eyes wide and looked back and forth between Oliver and the Duke.

The smell of blood wasn’t from killing someone, but because the Duke was injured?

“Oliver, are you a doctor?”

The Duke asked leisurely.

“I’m an aide.”

Oliver corrected him calmly.

“Then assist me. Report.”

“I’ll bring it.”

Oliver bowed slightly with a gloomy face and left the office.

Only she and the Duke were left alone in the office.

Her body, which had been extremely tense at the fact that someone had died here, relaxed a little.

She cautiously watched the Duke’s mood, but his face in the dark place was not visible.

Marine fidgeted with her lips and carefully called out to him.

“Your Grace…”

“…”

There was no answer from the Duke.

“I’m really not a spy.”

Marine squeezed her eyes shut and gathered the tiny bit of courage remaining in her body.

“Have you ever seen a spy say ‘I’m a spy’?”

A hint of mockery was evident in the Duke’s low voice.

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