I’m in the Arms of the Cursed Grand Duke - Chapter 80

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Chapter 80

The glass workshop at night had a completely different feeling.

Perhaps because there were few people around at night.

It even had a somewhat desolate atmosphere.

“Weren’t you scared?”

“Of what?”

“During the ghost incident. There would have been no one around at night. It was this dark.”

It would have been even worse on the many nights without moonlight.

“What’s scary about darkness? No one around and cool air. I actually liked it. Though it was a bit disappointing that I couldn’t see the stars well.”

“…I see.”

Zephyrus finally shook his head as if he couldn’t stop her. A small smile was a bonus.

“Being with you, even the biggest problems would seem like nothing.”

Zephyrus said this before turning the door handle.

“That’s fortunate. When you get nervous, I get nervous too.”

Clemente placed her hand on Zephyrus’s back encouragingly.

“Let’s go.”

“Let’s go.”

Just as Zephyrus was about to turn the handle.

“Are you two putting on some kind of play? Since you’re both pretty and handsome, I’d be willing to watch if you were doing theater. No, you’d look great together!”

The door swung wide open, revealing Elisa.

“…You didn’t forget and came.”

“I can see that. Come in for now. This time I’ll show you the real face of our glass workshop.”

She barely hid her embarrassment, but couldn’t conceal her reddened cheeks.

‘If only being pure didn’t make her so cute…!’

Elisa pinched the back of her hand while heavily suppressing her bouncing steps.

“Elisa. When will my snowman come out?”

But suddenly Clemente’s face popped out from behind Zephyrus. Round eyes and a lovely, lively expression.

Isn’t it natural for barriers to physical contact to be lower with the same gender than the opposite?

Elisa, who had been holding back, finally pulled Clemente into an embrace.

“Oh, so cute! Why is this person so adorable! Huh?”

Rough, calloused hands continuously stroked Clemente’s head. Clemente went even further, bouncing in Elisa’s arms.

“What about Elisa! How wonderful is Elisa?”

Eventually Elisa’s feet started bouncing too.

Zephyrus stared blankly at the scene before coming to his senses and grabbing Clemente to bring her back.

“Don’t hug just anyone.”

After whispering to Clemente, he glared at Elisa with a face full of wariness.

“Just guide us already. I have no intention of staying up all night.”

“How scary. Fine. Follow me. Don’t be surprised.”

Elisa strode forward with large steps.

Down, down.

Unlike the room they had visited during the day, now they were continuously descending stairs.

Then Elisa suddenly changed direction.

It was clearly a wall.

It was a wall, but Elisa’s body disappeared in an instant.

“Wait.”

Zephyrus placed Clemente behind him and assessed the situation.

He couldn’t just trust and go into an invisible place. Zephyrus intended to scout ahead first, but.

“Are you practicing theater again?”

Elisa’s face suddenly popped out from the wall.

“I won’t eat you, so don’t worry. Pretty faces like yours need to survive to the end. If anything happens, I’ll risk my life to save you. I swear on the earth spirits.”

“Master. It’s fine. Let’s hurry.”

Clemente pulled Zephyrus’s hand.

The path they entered was quite complex.

Every time they thought they had lost Elisa, she would pop out from the side, from above, sometimes from the floor.

By the time they got used to it and stopped being surprised.

They finally arrived at their destination.

A massive wooden door carved with antique reliefs.

Elisa’s arm muscles bulged, doubling in size.

“Urrrgghh-“

Behind the door she opened with all her strength.

“Huh…?”

“Wow!”

A completely different world spread out, nothing like the dark, narrow path.

It was unbelievably cool for being underground.

The refreshing air gave relief to the party who had been sweating from the heat.

Of course, with Clemente nearby it got hot again quickly, but that brief moment was enough to feel refreshed.

More than anything, the sight before their eyes overwhelmed them so much they couldn’t properly feel the temperature difference.

On the high ceiling’s east side was the sun, and on the west side was the moon.

The east side blazed with rough, hot heat while the west side had snow piled as high as a person. Within it, bare trees and fallen flowers could be seen.

And in the middle.

In the center that received both sunlight and moonlight, there was a winding river and colorful flowers blooming on the riverbank. Trees full of green foliage and various birds perched on them were peacefully frolicking.

All of this was made of glass.

If the surfaces hadn’t been glittering, it would have been impossible to notice how lifelike it was.

On that land was Emile Bael, whom they had seen in the morning.

“Hello!”

At Clemente’s bright greeting, Emile grinned.

“Let me introduce myself properly.”

The man with hair that sparkled like gemstones but a full beard that reached his chest bowed politely for the first time.

“I am Emile Bael. The workshop master of the glass workshop. I have been waiting for the Duke for 10 years.”

“…For me?”

“There isn’t much time. Follow me.”

Emile stepped onto the glass river and walked ahead.

There wasn’t even a proper explanation of how little time they had.

Anyway, the two followed Emile. As they walked together, they worried the glass might break, but they didn’t even hear creaking sounds.

After passing through that space, there was another door.

This seemed like the final door.

Gulp. He felt nervous.

He naturally reached behind him to find and embrace Clemente.

“…Clemente?”

Clemente wasn’t there.

When he briefly turned around and then back, Clemente was already opening the door.

“We need to hurry and hear what we need to hear! What if we fall asleep while listening!”

Zephyrus had no choice but to enter the room. Grabbing Clemente’s clothes and sending her behind his back was now a completely natural action.

“Welcome. Blood of Pruina.”

Inside the room was a man who seemed similar yet different from Emile.

His reddish-brown hair and beard, which would have been quite attractive in his youth, were more than half white, and his once-solid body had sagged like a deflated balloon.

He was a head shorter than Clemente and greeted them while lying in bed.

“I am Herald Bael. Please understand that I cannot show proper courtesy as a host due to my condition.”

Zephyrus nodded heavily.

He had no idea what to say in a situation like this.

Fortunately, Herald seemed satisfied with that nod and got to the main point.

“Knowing my grandson’s personality, he wouldn’t have given you a detailed explanation. How much did you, *cough*! hear?”

He couldn’t stop coughing even while speaking.

Suddenly remembering when his mother Raisie was ill, Zephyrus slowly shook his head. It was both an answer to Herald’s question and an attempt to shake off his imagination.

“He only told me to come back at night.”

“*Cough cough*, *hack*!”

Herald laughed and coughed again. Zephyrus spoke coldly.

“If speaking is difficult, write it down. Or have your grandson explain it.”

“No. This is something I must do myself… *ahem*, excuse me.”

Herald picked up the tobacco from the nightstand beside his bed. It was medicinal.

“Without this, I can’t speak properly. *Cough cough*!”

Herald, having smoked the tobacco halfway, slowly began to speak.

“Pruina. This will be the last time I tell someone this fact. From now on, it’s a truth that must be passed down within the family. Are you prepared?”

“…I have no idea what you’re talking about right now.”

Herald frowned.

“Didn’t I give you a hundred years? No matter how much this story can’t be taken outside… Ah. No, that’s not it. Zephyrus Pruina. Right. You haven’t heard anything from your father at all.”

He sighed and combed his tangled beard with the end of his tobacco.

“Where should I start this story.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to start with Grandfather’s secret?”

Then Clemente interjected.

“Grandfather, you’re a dwarf, aren’t you?”

Her cheerful voice echoed through the room.

Herald remained silent for a moment.

Looking at Clemente with deep, unreadable eyes.

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