The Immortal Duke’s Physician Is an Internist - Chapter 65

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“From here to here. I’ll take it all.”
No, I’m not some foreign tourist sweeping everything off the shelves at a Korean cosmetics shop in Myeongdong, so what is this?!
I hurried to stop the Duke.
“Wait, please calm down, Your Grace. You’re saying you’ll give me all of this?”
“Is there a problem?”
“A huge one! What am I supposed to do with all of it?! I only have ten fingers. Even if I wear one ring on each finger, there are still ten left over!”
“Then wear two on each finger.”
“That’s not what I meant! I really don’t need this! I truly don’t!”
I refused with every ounce of strength I had. And watching me, the Duke’s expression grew sullen.
“Why refuse? In my experience, no one dislikes jewels.”
“I don’t dislike them either, but there has to be some limit to it…….”
Before that—we’re not even a real married couple, so why such a gift? These are the kinds of items an actual Duchess uses when showing off to other noblewomen at social gatherings.
……I couldn’t possibly say that in front of the Guild Master. I racked my brain to come up with a reason. It was actually the real reason I didn’t care much for adornments.
“I’m a doctor, aren’t I? If I’m wearing all of this hanging from my hands, it gets in the way when I examine patients. And wearing too many rings isn’t very hygienic. So……! This is enough!”
I lifted my hand to show the ring I’d exchanged with the Duke at the funeral. The Duke still seemed quite dissatisfied, but when I mentioned it would interfere with examinations, he readily agreed with me.
……Or so I thought.
“Then, Guild Master, have the jewels sent to the Mansion as they are, without any additional processing.”
“Thank you so much!”
Raymon, delighted, signed the check right away. While he beamed over the enormous sale, I was thrown into utter confusion.
“I’m sorry? I said I didn’t need them!”
“If you can’t wear them on your hands, then simply keep them. As the saying goes, you may not be able to trust a husband, but you can always trust a Diamond.”
“That’s not something a husband should be saying…….”
In the end, I lost. As I clutched my head in overwhelming dismay, Raymon grinned and showered praise on the Duke.
“What a generous expenditure for your wife! Truly magnificent! The lady is embarrassed now, but I’m sure she’s delighted in her heart.”
“That’s really not the case…….”
“Ha ha ha! Lady, I heard you’re going to Cresto Monastery tomorrow. Tonight, we’ve specially prepared a Suite Room for you both. I’m sure you’ll both be delighted!”
The word “Suite Room” triggered my premonition. And a very bad one at that.
‘Oh, please…….’
I prayed fervently in my heart.
Please, let this pass without incident.
Please, let nothing happen and let it all pass quietly……!
“Lady Duchess, this is the room where you’ll be staying.”
“Thank you for showing me. We’ll be in your care.”
“Ah…… but, Lady Duchess.”
Demian, who had guided me to the room, suddenly called me back. He glanced around nervously before asking me in a low voice.
“I heard you’re going to Cresto Monastery tomorrow.”
“Yes, what about it?”
“Um, I was wondering…… if, perhaps, there…….”
“Demian!! What are you dawdling about?! Get over here at once!”
As if his words wouldn’t come easily, the Guild Master’s harsh command cut through from behind his hesitant figure. Demian’s face drained of color as he hurried back the way he’d come.
Lily, who stood behind me, tilted her head in confusion.
“What was that just now?”
“No idea. Does he have some business at Cresto Monastery?”
Murmuring to myself, I opened the door. And I was struck with wonder at what looked like a high-end modern hotel Suite Room transplanted directly into this world.
“Wow……. The Merchant Guild really is rich—every single thing here is absolutely stunning.”
“It really is! Just one of these vases costs more than my entire salary!”
Whoever stays here must have the kind of wealth that makes you absolutely certain they wouldn’t think of stealing such things. Like a Duke, for instance.
As I was surveying the furnishings, Lily excused herself to me.
“Well then, ma’am! I’ll take my leave now. I’ve set your luggage here, so please rest well tonight.”
“Thank you, Lily. You get some rest too.”
Lily set down the luggage in a corner of the room and left. Alone now, I quickly located the bathroom.
‘There’s no way around it—I really have no choice but to share the room with the Duke. But it’s fine. I’ll wash up quickly and fall asleep before he arrives!’
In the Original Work, just as now, the Duke wouldn’t be the type to touch someone who’s sleeping.
With that thought, I opened my bag and searched for a change of clothes. I could have sworn I’d packed something comfortable to sleep in.
“……Huh?”
What I found was a bright red Negligee.
A one-piece negligée-style nightgown with shoulder straps so thin they looked ready to snap at any moment, a neckline cut deeply, and the fabric completely sheer underneath.
Holding up the negligée with both hands, I was so dumbfounded that I couldn’t speak for a long moment.
There was only one person who could have pulled off such an audacious stunt.
“……Lily!!”
The door swung open.
And at that exact moment, the Duke stepped inside—straight into her gaze.
Me, the Duke, and a negligee.
The Duke let out an involuntary cough at this wholly unintended three-way encounter.
“Are you going to wear that?”
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About thirty minutes before meeting Lionel in the room.
After sending the physician ahead, Blassion was examining the Diamond that Raymon had brought out separately.
“Your Grace. This Diamond is still in the rough state, so it can be crafted into any form you wish. Is there a particular shape you have in mind?”
Blassion returned the Diamond to its box and spoke.
“Do you know what a Clover Flower Ring is?”
“The sort children make? Of course, I’m familiar with it.”
“I’d like you to craft this Diamond in that shape.”
It was an unusual request, but since the client was none other than the Duke of Carseido, Raymon accepted without hesitation.
“Ah! I understand. It must be a flower of great significance to you both. However, as you know, the design is far from simple, so the work will require considerable time.”
“How long?”
“I’d estimate about six months. How shall we proceed?”
Blassion fell silent for a moment.
By coincidence, the contract with the physician had roughly six months remaining as well. And their relationship would come to some resolution within that time.
Either he would die, or the physician would leave the Mansion.
“……It doesn’t matter. I’ll wait.”
“Thank you so much! I shall repay your patience with the finest quality work.”
Raymon beamed with unexpected profit, his smile blooming like a flower. Having achieved the true purpose of his visit, Blassion made his way to the room where the physician was.
Perhaps he would never have the chance to give her this ring in person, but Blassion insisted on having it made nonetheless.
In whatever form she took on, he wanted her to exist, and he wanted their time together to remain a cherished memory.
‘Seven hundred and twenty years, and I’m doing things I never thought I would. I really am aging.’
Ah, so this is what folly feels like.
‘Since I’m already being foolish, I wish I could at least see her wear it with her own hands.’
With such thoughts, Blassion opened the door to the room he’d been shown. And just as he was stepping inside, heading toward the bed—
“…….”
“…….”
His eyes met those of the physician, who was holding what looked less like a garment and more like a scrap of cloth in both hands. She froze where she stood.
Blassion quickly grasped the situation.
It was certainly Lily who had followed the physician here and, in her excitement, had packed this indecent thing. The physician, knowing nothing, had fallen neatly into the trap.
But setting that aside, Blassion had no idea how to respond appropriately. So he tried to defuse the situation with a question.
“Are you going to wear that?”
“A-absolutely not!”
The physician quickly shoved what she’d been holding into her bag. Her face flushed crimson, she waved both hands frantically as she stammered her denials.
“I-it’s not—you know I’m not the sort of person who would bring something like this!”
“I know that.”
“I’m going to go find my own bag! Just a moment!”
The physician fled past Blassion in a flurry. He watched her retreating figure and found himself thinking.
‘I wouldn’t mind seeing her wear it, though.’
To be honest, he thought white or pink would suit her better than red, but he decided to keep such thoughts to himself.
And then, shortly after.
The physician, who had been rattling at the door, turned back to him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well……”
She spoke in a voice that sounded on the verge of tears.
“The door… won’t open.”

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