I Proposed Because You Were Terminally Ill - Chapter 58

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Chapter 58

“The treatment’s effectiveness is certain, so don’t worry about that part.”

He seemed to have noticed what Damia was trying to say.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t you seem to be recovering as quickly as before?”

Cassian, who had been moving his lips, let out a sigh.

“Please tell me honestly, Young Count.”

“I told you there’s no problem. I’m just a bit tired. Do you think going to war is child’s play?”

“Is that really all?”

“Yes. So you don’t need to feel any unnecessary guilt.”

Since he was firmly denying it, Damia couldn’t do anything more.

‘His complexion seems particularly pale though.’

But Cassian, perhaps truly tired, leaned his head against the window and even closed his eyes.

It was the moment when dejected Damia was about to return to the seat across from him.

“….”

Cassian’s eyes suddenly snapped open as if something had occurred to him.

“Don’t you dare think you’ve become useless or anything like that. You absolutely cannot break the contract for such ridiculous reasons.”

“I’ve never even dreamed of thinking that. As for me, well, I’d want to stick close to your side no matter what excuse I had to make.”

“…Hmm.”

Cassian cleared his throat softly. The tips of his ears seemed to turn slightly red.

“Did you come straight from the Harden Border Region?”

“Yeah. The situation was urgent.”

“Your face looks haggard.”

Since his beauty was so overwhelming, signs of fatigue only added to his decadent charm.

Still, there were dark circles under his eyes, and his lips were quite swollen.

‘He looks much worse than usual.’

Damia, as if entranced, placed her hand on his forehead.

Ever since his heart had slowed due to the dragon’s curse, his body was always chillingly cold.

It was natural since his heart, which circulates blood flow, wasn’t functioning properly.

So there was no way he could have a fever, but….

“Young Count.”

“…What?”

Cassian replied in a tight voice. He seemed to be trying to act nonchalant, but his lips trembled.

Now that she looked, his eyes were also red, and his breathing was rough.

“You have a fever?”

“What?”

“You’re incredibly hot. Are you hurt somewhere?”

At first, she thought she might be mistaken. Damia removed her hand and placed it on her own forehead.

Even compared to herself, Cassian’s forehead was burning like a ball of fire.

“What’s going on? This has never happened before.”

“I already told you. I think I overdid it during the campaign.”

“This doesn’t seem like simple overwork. Could it be….”

Something suddenly flashed through her mind. Damia’s hand moved toward Cassian’s upper garment.

She pushed through the gaps in his blood-stained armor and thrust her hand deep inside.

“You! What, what are you doing?”

Cassian recoiled in shock, pulling his body back. His red eyes shook mercilessly.

“Stay still.”

Damia’s hand searched around his firm chest. Cassian’s cheeks turned bright red.

“…Ugh! I told you to let go!”

“Found it.”

Though Cassian struggled, Damia was one step faster.

A crumpled piece of cloth came out from the inner pocket of his garment.

“You…!”

It was a lace handkerchief with ornate embroidery. It was Drury’s.

As soon as she pulled it out, a dizzyingly sweet fragrance pierced her nose.

“Give it here, Damia.”

“No. This is Miss Drury’s handkerchief, isn’t it? I saw you taking it separately earlier.”

“We agreed not to interfere with each other’s private lives. Hand it over quickly.”

He was using the no-interference-in-private-life clause as an excuse to get out of this situation.

‘Does he think I’ll just let this slide?’

High fever could be fatal for someone with a terminal condition. She had no intention of obediently returning the vile thing that was presumably the cause.

“I told you to give it back. You said you’d endure it even if you got jealous, didn’t you?”

“This isn’t the time to talk about jealousy. This scent… it’s not ordinary perfume, is it?”

Cassian’s hand stopped mid-air.

“…I don’t know yet.”

“What do you mean you don’t know. I saw everything earlier. The monster that was dying suddenly went berserk after smelling this scent.”

“Ha, when did you notice that too.”

“I thought the sedative’s effect had worn off, but it wasn’t that, was it? It was because of this handkerchief, right?”

“…It’s just speculation, but it seems like some kind of magic amplifier was applied to it.”

Cassian gave up and provided an honest answer.

‘A magic amplifier?’

It wasn’t completely unexpected. She just wasn’t certain such a drug actually existed.

And she didn’t know Cassian would be affected this severely by a magic amplifier.

Cassian, seeming to notice her confusion, opened his mouth.

“Humans have relatively strong resistance to magic. That’s why, unlike beasts, there are no cases of dragons turning humans into monsters.”

“Then Young Count, you….”

“Probably because of the curse.”

Cassian bit his lips tightly. His eyes were bloodshot red.

“Give it back, Damia. Everything so far is just hypothesis. I need that handkerchief to find out the cause.”

“Then I’ll hold onto it while we’re traveling. It’s an unpleasant scent, but it doesn’t really affect me.”

“Don’t be stubborn. I’m going to drop you off at the Viscount’s Manor first before going.”

“No! I’m going to the Viscount’s Mansion with you.”

Cassian let out a rough sigh.

“If it were normal times, I wouldn’t go this far either. I hate being clingy too. But today, anyone can see your condition is too bad, Young Count!”

“We’re also transporting a monster. A living one at that.”

“…Why?”

“What if it calls its kind to the Viscount’s Mansion? I might not have the luxury of protecting you too. So please just go home quietly.”

“Arsene is at the Viscount’s Mansion right now too. Just one person like me… Ah!”

Taking advantage of Damia’s momentary lapse in attention, Cassian quickly snatched Drury’s handkerchief.

“Young Count!”

“I’m tired, so don’t talk to me until we arrive.”

Cassian leaned deep into his chair and closed both eyes.

“Are you really going to do this? Didn’t you want to see me at all, Young Count?”

“….”

“I’m going to the Viscount’s Mansion anyway. I’m going to stop by, even if it’s just for a moment.”

Damia swallowed down her true intention of wanting to stay as long as possible.

Cassian remained silent again this time.

“If you keep ignoring me, I’m going to touch you?”

This would make him disgusted and open both eyes, right?

“…Do as you wish.”

However, Cassian didn’t budge at all.

‘I can’t fall off like this.’

Once today passed, Cassian seemed ready to not meet with her for quite some time.

Damia unconsciously grabbed the edge of his leather glove and pulled.

“You… what are you doing right now?”

At that moment, their eyes collided in mid-air.

Contact with Cassian was merely medical treatment, and there was absolutely no personal motive in her earlier actions.

Yet her face felt hot for no reason.

“Why are you taking off my glove? Are you really planning to touch me all over?”

“No. I mean, it’s not that it’s not that, but still….”

Screech!

Before Damia could finish her excuse, the carriage came to an abrupt stop. Her body lurched forward.

“Kyaah!”

“Damia!”

Cassian stretched out his arm to protect Damia. His firm embrace wrapped around her.

“Alec!”

Cassian shouted sharply toward the outside of the carriage.

‘What’s happening?’

Had that demon beast from earlier really gathered its companions? Damia’s heart pounded.

“Is it an attack? Answer me!”

When no response came, Cassian immediately reached for his sword.

A menacing bloodlust emanated from his entire body, startling Damia.

“A wild beast jumped out, but I dealt with it immediately!”

Only then did the tension leave Cassian’s rigid shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Young Count! Are you injured?”

“I’m fine.”

He replied while thoroughly examining Damia instead of himself.

Only after confirming that Damia wasn’t hurt did Cassian roughly throw open the carriage door.

Damia stubbornly poked her head out over Cassian’s shoulder to look outside.

“….”

The situation had already been resolved. The knights seemed to have disposed of the beast’s carcass in the forest.

However, due to the sudden stop, the carriage’s rear wheel had gotten stuck in a mud puddle.

“We can move for now, but it’ll be difficult to pick up speed.”

Cassian let out a displeased groan. He glanced up at the sky.

The forest shadows were growing longer, and the sky was turning red.

It would be dark soon.

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