The Military Doctor Excels at Being a Contracted Duchess - Chapter 49

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【Chapter 49】

Of course, it wasn’t like he was using magic or anything.

He simply pulled out a hook from his waist, hooked it to the window frame and climbed up in 2 seconds. Silently picking the lock and entering took 3 seconds.

His body was just impossibly agile.

‘So the experience of being sold to a circus wasn’t all that bad after all.’

All the physical skills Gaspard learned came from the circus troupe.

He joined the intelligence department thanks to the director at the time who had noticed his physical abilities.

Walking leisurely while humming a tune without even bothering to disguise himself, his eyes lit up with interest when he saw a woman approaching.

“Hey, miss. Got a moment?”

“What the hell, you crazy bastard.”

On the surface, it looked like a man hitting on a woman and her disgusted reaction. However, in that brief moment when the two bumped into each other, something was transferred.

The woman who received the orders went to the restroom of a nearby tavern, read quickly, then turned her dress inside out and put it back on.

It was a type of clothing that could be worn on both sides, a signature outfit of Frantz’s skilled female intelligence agents.

‘Obtain a disposable pawn.’

Her hands were quick as she let down her tied-up hair.

It took only 3 minutes for her neat appearance to transform into something seductive.

Soon the woman approached the most secluded spot in the tavern with a smile.

Someone who wants to fit in with the mainstream but never could their entire life.

Someone who desperately wants to be noticed even once.

The Frantz Intelligence Department had been using such people for a long time, and it was no different now.

Because such people exist everywhere in the world.

Aren’t they so conveniently easy to use and discard?

Schemes flow through whispering lips. Little by little, the night deepens.

The moon tilts, and so do the wine glasses.

Genevieve, half out of her mind, cried herself to sleep, and thick hands tucked a blanket over Ebel who had fallen asleep while reading.

At the entrance to the manor’s garden. Angelm, who had secretly slipped out of his bedroom, caught something with sharp eyes and put it in a bottle.

And then.

Finally, the wedding day dawned.

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Every bedroom in the Bayern estate was filled with guests. The most important guests stayed in the main building, the rest in the annex.

Even then there weren’t enough rooms, so some guests had to stay at the Eberstain estate.

“Be careful over there!”

“What about the ribbons? Are they all done?”

“Yes! Now we just need to lay out the flowers!”

The maids were so busy their mouths tasted sweet, and the servants moved so much they developed muscle aches.

Moving and decorating. Moving and decorating again.

Before they knew it, a wedding venue had been set up in the garden.

“There, all done. Take a look in the mirror.”

“Thank you.”

Two people had helped Ebel prepare.

Mrs. Eberstain and Lady Hermine.

The two stepped back with joyful faces to look at Ebel.

They decorated the finest dress with orange jasmine throughout, and tied a ribbon with fresh flowers around her neck.

Mrs. Eberstain’s eyes welled up with tears, nearly dropping the veil she was holding.

“You must live happily, my daughter. Always… always happily.”

“…I will.”

A fake wedding, and an adoptive mother.

The life of ‘Ebel Claren’ exists nowhere.

Yet strangely enough, Ebel was truly happy.

Though it was fake, this place, this moment felt real, while ‘Ebel Claren’ felt like the lie.

She knew this wasn’t exactly normal, but what did it matter?

Victor had said it was okay.

When they were in the army, Victor always said that.

If you can’t trust yourself, then trust me who trusts you.

How those words had become such a strong pillar of support.

“Now you just need to hold the bouquet.”

The bouquet was also made of orange jasmine.

Ebel took light steps, holding the fragrant bouquet in her hands.

But no one knew that inside it, eight furry legs were wriggling…

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“You have to throw this later. Got it?”

While the adults were all busy, the children were also fulfilling their duties as children.

Angelm, perfectly dressed, approached Damian who was tugging at his shirt buttons and whispered.

“We’re going to ruin the wedding. So they’ll let us stay in this house longer.”

“Mmm…”

“Why? Don’t you want to?”

Damian looked at his twin with a reluctant expression. Pouting, he shifted his gaze to the glass bottle in Angelm’s hand.

Eight eyes. Eight legs.

Normally he would have happily accepted it at Angelm’s words, but this time he didn’t want to.

Causing a commotion would be fun, but then Ebel would be disappointed.

Damian fidgeted with his fingers, took a deep breath, and finally shook his head.

Ebel gently wiping his mouth. Ebel reading to him in a kind voice. Ebel who didn’t hit him, didn’t pinch him, didn’t look at him with disdain.

And… Ebel who had stayed with him when he hid in the tree.

Damian kept recalling Ebel’s face.

Every scene was just wonderful.

“…Is that woman more important to you than me? We… we promised it was just us.”

Angelm blinked as if he couldn’t believe it.

Deep in his pupils, wounds were carved around each iris.

Being twins, he could already feel it without having to understand.

But Damian squeezed his eyes shut. Going beyond that, he even snatched the glass bottle from Angelm’s hand.

“Are you under some kind of spell?”

Anger appeared on Angelm’s angelic face.

This was the first time he felt such separation.

It was also the moment when the twins, who had been like one body, declared separation for the first time.

“Snap out of it, Damian. This is mama’s and our house. That woman isn’t our mama.”

“Uuuh, ah.”

“Our mama went to heaven. She can never come back. We have to protect our house.”

Angelm’s words were no different from a vow to himself.

Mama is gone now.

So no one will love us.

They’re trying to take away and get rid of all of mama’s things…!

As emotions surged and he thought that far, Angelm suddenly remembered Ebel returning mama’s clothes.

When he shook his head vigorously, strangely enough, this time the image of her returning mama’s bedroom flickered before his eyes.

‘No, I don’t believe it. Who knows when her attitude will change.’

Though Angelm was young, his way of thinking was on the level of an adult.

True to his nature of enjoying solitary contemplation, his thoughts ran deep.

“Once she gets married, she won’t need to be nice to us anymore, you fool. She was only pretending to be nice to become the Grand Duchess.”

“Uuuah…?”

“After the wedding ceremony, we’ll have no use to her.”

Angelm repeated this as if making a vow to himself.

She won’t believe it. All the kindness is just lies.

Of course, his hands are warm though….

She doesn’t dislike how he occasionally pats her head during examinations.

He keeps his promise to read books to Damian every day.

‘I won’t be fooled. Once she becomes the Grand Duchess, her attitude will change immediately.’

The weapon that Angelm found with all his might was spiders.

He wants to ruin this marriage and prevent it from happening.

Then it would take time to prepare the next wedding, and that kind attitude would last a little longer.

‘I don’t believe it. But Damian… Damian believes it.’

If she stops smiling, stops reading books, starts hitting them.

His innocent twin would surely be deeply hurt.

Even now, he doesn’t speak.

‘I have to protect him.’

The young boy bit his pink lips.

He had already tampered with the bouquet.

If his twin wouldn’t participate, he planned to do it alone.

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Coral-colored ribbons fluttered throughout the garden.

White cloth-covered chairs were decorated with orange jasmine, and the carpet laid on the garden floor was thick and woven with gold thread, making it utterly enchanting.

Awnings were installed to shield both seated and standing guests from the sunlight, and champagne with ice was placed within arm’s reach nearby.

Additionally, gifts were prepared for the attending guests: perfume and lace handkerchiefs specially commissioned by the House of the Grand Duke for women, and premium cigars and cravat pins for men.

In fact, no wedding typically gives such gifts, so everyone was excited.

“Oh, the music has changed.”

“It seems like it’s about to start now.”

The guests lowered their voices and looked only toward the manor entrance.

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