I Proposed Because You Were Terminally Ill - Chapter 70

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Chapter 70

“You can’t take your eyes off the young lady. You’re so anxious, as if she’d fly away if you breathed on her or break if you held her.”

“That’s…”

It wasn’t so much that Damia was truly precious to him, but rather because he needed her.

Damia was no different from a special remedy for his curse.

For a moment, he felt the urge to confess everything to Romi and seek her counsel.

‘I can’t talk about the curse and contract, but still…’

Romi had extensive romantic experience and was quick-witted, so she might give clear advice about Cassian’s wavering attitude.

“But young lady, even with a mask, wouldn’t it be difficult to completely hide your identity?”

However, Romi’s interest had already shifted to their business.

Damia swallowed the words she wanted to say and nodded.

“Since you’re quite tall, young lady, you could probably pass for an adult without wearing high heels.”

Damia was fifteen years old, but she had long since caught up to her adult height from her previous life.

This was thanks to Cassian feeding her all kinds of delicacies at all hours.

“The problem is that striking appearance. Even if we cover the silver hair with a wig, purple eyes are so rare.”

Romi muttered seriously.

“And what about your voice? It’s so beautiful that once you hear it, it’s hard to forget.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

Damia took out a medicine bottle containing a light green potion from the nightstand and shook it.

“What’s that, young lady?”

“It’s medicine that temporarily changes your voice.”

“What? Where would such a thing exist? Isn’t it harmful to your body?”

“Originally it’s medicine for treating vocal cord nodules, but it has the side effect of making your voice lower. It’ll temporarily lower your tone significantly.”

“Are you sure it’s really safe?”

“Yes. Since it’s a treatment medicine, there shouldn’t be any problems eating it. I manufactured this medicine myself too.”

Only then did Romi nod as if convinced.

“With a wig, mask, and even changing your voice… we might be able to get away with just the eye color.”

“No matter how many luminous herbs they’ve planted, it’s underground so the lighting is dim. So it should be fine.”

Fighting spirit appeared in Romi’s brown eyes. She seemed to judge it was worth trying.

“By the way, what about the dress? You have plenty of dresses, young lady, but…”

“No. Those are all gifts from Lord Cassian.”

Damia shook her head firmly.

“They’re all limited editions by famous designers, so people with discerning eyes would recognize them immediately.”

“True, the Young Count did insist on getting you things that were one-of-a-kind in the Empire.”

“So we’ll need to do some shopping.”

“What? Shopping? You usually never think of spending money even when you have spare cash!”

Even though they were buying things for Damia, Romi looked more excited.

“I’ll buy things for you too, Romi.”

“Oh no, I’m fine. Compared to other maids, I’ve already received too much from you, young lady.”

“No, you need them too since you have to enter that salon.”

“…What? Me?”

Romi’s eyes widened as if they might pop out.

“A maid like me going to the Midnight Greenhouse where only famous people gather? What if I make a mistake and cause a commotion!”

“Don’t worry. We’re going to act as cousin sisters from Rodion.”

“Si-sisters? You want me to play your older sister?”

“Yes. But you’ll pretend to be poor at the Imperial language. Just keep your mouth shut and smile elegantly.”

“But…”

“Moving as two people draws less suspicion than moving alone.”

She seemed to be trying to hold back, but Romi’s lips kept twitching upward.

While her head thought it was dangerous, her heart seemed to be racing.

“Then I’m counting on you, Romi.”

“Re-really? Are you serious, young lady?”

“Of course.”

Damia grinned while grasping the hesitating Romi’s hands.

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“I’ll wait ready for your return.”

The mercenary secretly hired through Luke bowed silently and disappeared into the darkness.

“Young lady, did I really come here? My goodness, I’m so nervous.”

The two stopped in front of the abandoned theater.

The surroundings were suffocatingly quiet.

If they hadn’t heard the rumors about the Midnight Greenhouse opening, this place would have looked like just a ruin abandoned for a long time.

“My heart really feels like it’s going to jump out of my mouth.”

“You can do well, right?”

“I’ll manage even if I have to bite my tongue. Considering how much money you spent on me, young lady.”

Romi clenched her fist resolutely.

She was wearing a deep emerald dress that Damia had bought her.

The stiff taffeta silk material held Romi’s waistline firmly, and the mask decorated lavishly with peacock feathers added a strange sense of intimidation.

Anyone would believe without doubt that she was a haughty foreign noble lady.

“Actually, I’m not worried about you, Romi. You’re perfect today.”

Romi’s cheeks visible between the mask flushed red.

“Young lady, aren’t you too beautiful today? Even the Young Count wouldn’t have recognized you if he saw you!”

Today Damia had transformed into a completely different atmosphere than usual.

Calm black hair reaching her waist, a navy silk dress that modestly covered her body but had elegant flowing lines.

There was no exposure at all, but the night sky-like color harmonized with Damia’s white skin to create a mysterious atmosphere.

Over this, Damia wore a silver mask covering half her face. The sophisticated design without excess stood out.

Thanks to her tall figure and calm demeanor, it would be difficult to guess she was a fifteen-year-old girl.

“What’s beautiful when you can’t even see my face? Don’t tell me you mean it’s better covered?”

“The atmosphere! You look much more mature and mysterious than usual. That lowered voice suits you well too.”

Romi’s brown eyes sparkled with sincerity.

Fortunately, the medicine that changed her voice was also very effective.

Everything was going according to plan.

“Good. Shall we go then?”

Damia handed the crystal invitation to the burly man guarding the entrance of the abandoned theater.

After checking the invitation, the man silently opened the heavy door.

True to a place where confidentiality was vital, he didn’t ask for names or anything.

“The interior is very dark, so please take these with you.”

The man handed over two luminous herb flowers. A gentle blue light was flickering from the stamens.

Relying on that light, the two slowly descended the underground stairs mixed with old dust and strange perfume scents.

“We really won’t get caught, right? It’ll be okay, right?”

Romi, who was walking ahead, looked back anxiously.

Faint music could be heard from the end of the stairs.

“Shh. It starts now.”

“…Understood.”

Romi imitated a foreigner poor at the Imperial language.

Then she took out a black lace fan from her bosom and began fanning herself elegantly.

“Hmm…”

Her lips, stiff with tension, actually looked haughty, making Romi really seem like a foreign noble lady.

Moreover, every time the fan cut through the air, the refreshing scent of lavender oil that had been sprinkled beforehand wafted out.

That fragrance, which seemed to instantly purify the stagnant underground air, felt like it was heralding today’s success.

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No wonder everything was going suspiciously smoothly…

Damia bit her lip behind the fan she held open.

‘Why the hell is that man here!’

Damia’s gaze fixed on a man who had just entered the hall.

True to the rumor that only carefully selected gentlemen were invited, all the men in the salon were uniformly well-built.

But that man stood out distinctly even among them.

Even though he had covered half his face with a mask, his sharp nose bridge and defined jawline were far too perfect.

Above all, that jet-black hair and those vivid red eyes visible even from a distance.

It was definitely Cassian Sarkis.

He didn’t even seem to have any intention of hiding that fact.

‘Weren’t you supposed to be frantically busy with monsters lately?’

Damia tightened her grip on the fan.

‘You told me to stay put because it was dangerous, but you’re here enjoying this glamorous nightlife yourself?’

She felt betrayed, but either way, nothing good would come from running into him now.

‘I need to avoid him for now.’

The moment Damia tried to slip away, the man’s head whipped around like a predator detecting its prey.

“…!”

The red eyes behind the mask stared directly at Damia.

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