The Military Doctor Excels at Being a Contracted Duchess - Chapter 46

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【Chapter 46】

 

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What is the lover of an aged noblewoman?

 

If someone were to ask such a question, Gaspard would answer without hesitation.

 

An invisible man.

 

Though he clearly wandered around the house and everywhere else, the servants pretended not to see even when they saw him, pretended not to hear even when they heard him. That was the only way to preserve the noblewoman’s dignity.

 

Of course, there were places he shouldn’t enter. If he set foot in unauthorized corridors, a servant would smoothly appear from somewhere and follow behind him.

 

Sometimes the butler would watch him closely from nearby, pretending not to be a butler.

 

The surveillance was so airtight that Gaspard had yet to steal a single piece of important information.

 

All he had managed to extract by seducing the servants was trivial gossip of little use.

 

‘Ah, this is getting boring.’

 

The large tree on the garden outskirts.

 

Gaspard leaned against a sturdy branch and let out a big yawn.

 

Getting an expensive carriage ride from the capital of Richter and entering the Bayern Estate had been quite easy.

 

So easy that he genuinely worried about this country’s security.

 

Meeting the Duchess of Bayern had honestly been enjoyable too.

 

But what came after was the problem.

 

He was a rake who would make advances on even middle-aged ladies if they suited his taste.

 

‘But Genevieve is just… not appealing, you know.’

 

First of all, he didn’t like her gloomy eyes.

 

He preferred more… yes, exactly that type.

 

“Angelm, shall we try getting on a horse?”

 

Golden hair tied back and swaying in the wind, the neckline revealed between the strands was so provocative that his gaze wouldn’t leave it.

 

The moment those golden eyes that seemed to hold sunlight curved gently as they looked down at the child, Gaspard unconsciously swallowed.

 

It was a purity that made his mouth go dry just from stealing glances.

 

An atmosphere of detachment like someone who had died and come back to life. Indifferent and calm yet sharp.

 

He had never seen such a noble lady in his life.

 

‘Her status may be unclear, but she’s still someone of birth who would never be involved with someone like me.’

 

Gaspard persistently followed Ebel with his eyes.

 

It was the same gaze one would give to precious artifacts displayed in a museum or old masterpieces occupying a wall of the royal palace.

 

Eyes of longing mixed with admiration and distance.

 

Of course, he didn’t realize he was looking at her with such eyes, but if someone had been watching from the side, they surely would have said this.

 

Had he fallen into a belated first love?

 

“Eek!”

 

Gaspard, who had been leaning forward more and more, trembled because of the man who appeared blocking Ebel from view.

 

Somehow knowing where he was, the gaze that looked directly at his location was as sharp as if a blade had been thrust into him.

 

Feeling like he wouldn’t even be able to retrieve his bones if he kept watching, Gaspard slowly retreated.

 

It was about time to go scheme something bad anyway.

 

‘I wanted to see more though…’

 

The defense is quite thorough indeed.

 

“Ah, Leo. My Leo.”

 

Inside the dark bedroom.

 

Genevieve, her hair disheveled carelessly, gazed at Gaspard while drunk.

 

“You’re the angel who will save me from this hellish place…”

 

He let Genevieve crawl toward him and cling to him.

 

Honestly, he couldn’t understand the whining of these pampered people.

 

Had they ever caught snails on rainy days because they had nothing to eat? Had they ever scraped moss off stones to eat?

 

Had they ever roasted insects and chewed on their hind legs? Had they ever pushed and hit each other over a single piece of hard bread?

 

Luxury beds prepared by servants, warm bedrooms. A life where they never had to work once.

 

Look at them having all that and calling themselves unhappy.

 

Ridiculous and pathetic.

 

“So what would you like me to do?”

 

When he asked with a gentle smile, Genevieve looked up at him with bloodshot eyes.

 

“Get rid of that thing. You can do it, can’t you. You can do it… that child said so…”

 

“Of course. I can do it. But I need money.”

 

“Ah… then this, take this at least. I don’t have cash right now. But at least this…”

 

Genevieve hurriedly unfastened her necklace.

 

It was a diamond necklace she had treasured for a long time. Gaspard quickly took it and grinned as he felt its substantial weight.

 

“I’ll take proper care of it for you.”

 

“Ahh…!”

 

This would be useful when he safely returned to Frantz. Along with a few of Genevieve’s old jewels as a bonus.

 

‘His Majesty is preparing for war, so he’ll be pleased if I stir up some trouble here.’

 

A plan formed steadily in Gaspard’s mind. It would be fun to see how far this would work.

 

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The once leisurely manor was now filled with guests and beginning to bustle.

 

As the person who would become the lady of the house, Ebel spent a busy day assigning bedrooms to various guests and engaging in conversations.

 

If there was a special event, it was that the wedding dress had finally arrived.

 

“If we attach fresh orange jasmine here, it will be truly beautiful.”

 

Mrs. Eberstain came to help with the final fitting of the dress.

 

Though it was the season transitioning to autumn, it was still hot, so the design exposed the arms. It was decorated with high-quality lace throughout and adorned with large ribbons – a design so sophisticated it would be hard to find in such a rural area.

 

“My goodness, how pretty!”

 

Leaving behind the lady who exclaimed in admiration, Ebel stood before the mirror.

 

Even in her own view… though it was embarrassing to admit, yes.

 

She looked beautiful.

 

“This material can tear easily, so you girls must be careful with its care.”

 

Mrs. Eberstain instructed the servants on Ebel’s behalf.

 

They must take turns guarding the dress one by one so nothing would happen, and she told them not to doze off either.

 

“Oh, daughter. Have you been to the church?”

 

“Ah, I haven’t been there yet.”

 

“Then shall we go now? It would be good to walk through it once. After the meal, we’ll go to the church to offer prayers to God, and I’m worried you might trip.”

 

At Mrs. Eberstain’s suggestion, Ebel blinked.

 

That’s right. Why hadn’t she thought of that?

 

If God had sent her to the past, going to the church would have been the fastest way.

 

“Let’s go now.”

 

Perhaps it was because neither Victor nor she were particularly religious.

 

I mean, they weren’t heretics who denied God… but they didn’t understand relying on Him.

 

Anyway, Ebel decided to pray for the first time in a very long while.

 

If their regression was God’s arrangement, she would ask Him to give them some word or sign.

 

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The vast grounds of the House of Bayern.

 

The church stood alone in a location somewhat distant from the manor, where people’s footsteps rarely reached.

 

“It’s more… deteriorated than I expected.”

 

That was her first impression upon seeing the building covered in ivy.

 

Well, there’s no resident priest, so of course it wouldn’t be maintained.

 

When she opened the dark teal door, dust rose up. The creaking sound was considerable, showing how many years it had been closed.

 

This place also needs cleaning… it needs to be cleaned.

 

It seems the servants’ hands haven’t reached here yet.

 

“Still, Lady Serena held a small ceremony here. All the people in the House of Bayern who were considered devout exchanged marriage vows here.”

 

The lady looked over the long benches with a somewhat nostalgic expression.

 

Ebel left the lady to reminisce and walked forward.

 

The place where Ebel stopped was behind the altar, in front of the stained glass windows that filled the entire window frame.

 

The angel pieced together from glass fragments had its eyes closed with both hands clasped together in front of its chest.

 

The wings were depicted in blue tinged with pure white light and silver, with golden sunlight streaming thinly between them.

 

“Such a beautiful space… it’s a shame it’s not being used.”

 

“Indeed? Now that I look at it, that angel resembles you, my lady.”

 

She had muttered it like talking to herself, but the Lady heard and responded brightly.

 

Since she couldn’t dare compare herself to an angel with her human body, Ebel laughed it off lightly.

 

“I should clean this place up. So the believers can use it.”

 

“Oh my, that’s a wonderful idea. Will you bring in a priest too?”

 

“I think so.”

 

Since the servants were employed, it was really difficult for them to go to church. They could barely go once on their days off.

 

That’s why there’s a church within the estate grounds.

 

Wouldn’t it be good in many ways if there was a priest?

 

‘…So anyway, great God. Don’t you have any words to give me?’

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