I Proposed Because You Were Terminally Ill - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61

The Viscount’s subordinates bound Count Fabron.

Crushed by the murderous intent emanating from the mad dragon’s eyes, Fabron could no longer resist.

“We already know that you’ve been weighing your options between us and humans.”

“What are you…! This is ridiculous slander, release me at once!”

Fabron, who had belatedly come to his senses, struggled desperately.

“How dare a mere half-breed try to judge us? Isn’t that absurd?”

“Let go of me…!”

Every time the mad dragon’s gaze touched him, his heart shriveled up. Even breathing through his throat felt overwhelming.

But the Soro family seemed to overflow with power as they accepted the mad dragon’s strength. Their reddened eyes gleamed.

“Consider it an honor, half-breed. We’re giving you a chance to contribute to the descent.”

“S-spare me! Please!”

Fabron cried out pathetically, forgetting all dignity.

“A bat like you won’t be able to think about switching sides anymore.”

Viscount Soro laughed lowly. Chills ran down his spine.

“Don’t worry. We won’t kill you.”

Countess Soro, who had been silent, smiled elegantly.

“Count Fabron, surprisingly, even your filthy blood has its uses.”

A sharp blade touched his exposed wrist.

Fabron froze, unable to even scream.

* * *

Meanwhile, Cassian was suffering from a splitting headache.

The carriage would soon arrive at the Duke’s mansion, but his pain was getting worse.

[Kill her.]

Moreover, some command kept tearing through his mind.

[Kill that girl right now.]

Cassian gritted his teeth. The taste of blood vibrated in his mouth.

“Young Count, you’re really alright, aren’t you?”

“…I’m fine.”

Cassian barely managed to answer while gripping the window frame as if to break it.

“Your complexion is pale. You’re breaking out in cold sweat too.”

[Kill her! Attack right now!]

“Don’t come near me!”

Every time Damia’s scent brushed his nose, the voice in his head began raging more violently.

“…Huh?”

“Stay right there.”

Damia tilted her head as if she didn’t understand, but he had no leisure to explain the reason.

If he let his guard down even a little, he felt like he might rush at her and attack her immediately.

“We seem to have arrived. Shall we get off now?”

[Now’s the time. Kill her!]

Cassian stood up from his seat, staggering without answering.

Fortunately, Damia seemed oblivious to these bizarre commands echoing in his head.

“You’ve finally arrived.”

“Cassian! I’m glad you returned safely. Oh my! The young lady came with you too.”

As if they had received word in advance, Arsene and Mother had come out to greet them.

Perhaps due to Cassian’s threats, Arsene seemed to have been forcibly confined to the Duke’s mansion.

“I’ll… properly greet you later.”

He nodded in greeting and hurried his steps toward the bedroom.

He needed to quickly escape to a space where he could be alone.

Mother must have read some signal from his troubled expression, as she didn’t bother to detain him.

“The Young Count doesn’t seem to be feeling well.”

He could hear Damia handling the situation from behind.

[Kill her.]

As soon as he closed the bedroom door, he gripped the doorknob and gasped for breath.

Cassian took out medicine with trembling hands.

“…Ugh.”

As he poured the medication into his mouth, a bitter taste swirled on his tongue.

The splitting headache subsided just a little.

[It won’t work.]

Now the voice in his head was mocking him. Cassian’s fingertips turned white.

“Young Count!”

Just then, Damia knocked on the door from outside.

She was the last person in the world Cassian wanted to face right now.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll rest a bit… then take you back to the manor.”

“Still…”

Even with just a door between them, hearing Damia’s voice made the thirst he had been suppressing begin to boil.

This was dangerous. There was no guarantee this condition would improve quickly.

“If my recovery is delayed… I kept your room as it was, so use that.”

“…”

“Go, Damia.”

“Um… should I at least hold your hand? It might work faster, you know.”

Cassian bit his lips hard.

“The medicine is sufficient. Don’t tell me you think you’re more amazing than dragon’s bane?”

“That’s not it, but…”

Even though he had been quite cold, Damia still seemed to be hesitating.

“I told you to go, Damia.”

“Young Count…”

“Go!”

As if startled, he could hear Damia swallowing from outside the door.

He hadn’t wanted to get angry.

“…I’m embarrassed to show myself like this too.”

So in the end, he ended up revealing words he absolutely didn’t want to say because of his pride.

This time, Damia also seemed at a loss for words, and heavy silence flowed.

Perhaps he had been too honest.

“Actually, I ran short of medicine during the campaign. I brought less because my condition had been good lately.”

“What? Then the medicine’s effects weren’t the same as before?”

“Right. I told you earlier. I have plenty at home, so I just need to drink a bottle and sleep.”

Cassian desperately fabricated lies to ease the girl’s worries.

“I don’t particularly need your help. So you should go rest too.”

“…I understand.”

Whether Cassian’s persuasion worked, Damia finally agreed.

“…”

He leaned his back against the door and slowly closed and opened his eyes.

He could hear Damia slowly walking down the corridor.

[You’re going to let her go like this?]

The voice in his head commanded him to open the door immediately, run out, and catch Damia.

‘No.’

Cassian gritted his teeth and swallowed the surging impulse.

It would be fine. It had to be.

[As if.]

Even though the unidentifiable voice was mocking Cassian more frequently and more earnestly.

* * *

Even though it had been a very long time since she last visited, the room where Damia had stayed was exactly as it had been before.

The plants growing in the flowerpots were still fresh and green, and all the furniture gleamed like new.

It was clear that someone had been continuously caring for and maintaining it.

‘This is strangely touching.’

It seemed as if they had kept it ready for Damia to return at any time.

‘But is Cassian really okay?’

Even after waiting for quite a while, there was no news.

She couldn’t tell if he had collapsed and fallen asleep, or if he was busy handling some dangerous and important matter.

In any case, it had been an extremely exhausting day for Damia as well.

As soon as she finished washing up briefly, she collapsed onto the bed.

The soft texture and familiar scent instantly made her tension melt away.

“Damia.”

She must have dozed off for a moment.

She heard a voice calling her from the darkness.

Though she couldn’t be certain in her drowsy state, it sounded like Cassian’s voice.

But there was no way he would visit Damia’s bedroom in the middle of the night…

“Damia.”

This time she tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too heavy.

“Wake up.”

The languid yet absolute commanding tone snapped her mind alert.

Even so, her body still wouldn’t obey. Damia went limp like wet cotton.

“I said open your eyes.”

It was a sticky voice that seemed to entice her.

It was definitely Cassian’s voice, but it wasn’t his way of speaking.

Unlike his usual manner which was closer to blunt, this was gentle and smooth.

‘Am I having sleep paralysis?’

It also seemed like she might be having a nightmare from being too tired.

“I know you’re awake.”

The breath touching her ear was hot. Her toes curled involuntarily.

Soon the texture of smooth leather gloves traced down her cheek.

That noble Cassian would never do such frivolous things.

“…!”

At that moment, the gloved finger poked her cheek.

The sensation was so vivid that Damia was startled and opened both eyes.

“Now I can see you.”

Cassian was sitting diagonally on the bed, looking down at Damia.

His outline was too distinct even in the darkness to be a hallucination or ghost.

“Y-Young Count?”

“Why were you pretending to sleep? How disappointing.”

He was even smiling cheerfully.

This was the complete opposite of how he always wore a slightly sullen expression when looking at her.

That refreshing smile was breathtakingly wonderful, but at the same time somehow too chilling.

“I thought it was a dream.”

“Haha, why?”

“Because until now, Young Count, you’ve never entered my room without permission.”

Even while feeling entranced, she firmly held onto her reason.

Her instincts were warning her. That the being before her eyes was dangerous.

And that perhaps that man might not be Cassian.

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