The Military Doctor Excels at Being a Contracted Duchess - Chapter 78

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【Chapter 78】

Intelligence Department agents always hover around Victor.

The one who answered this time was also one of the maids who had brought water for the bath.

“While you’re at it, spread rumors that I’m so crazy about my wife that I don’t even care about etiquette.”

“Yes, sir.”

This should keep the annoying flies from swarming at the ball.

If Ebel’s origins being revealed was an unavoidable course of events, he didn’t want this situation to be consumed carelessly like a ‘Cinderella’ story.

The folk tale where she cried every day in front of a tree planted on her mother’s grave, so a white dove came to help her, and she received golden shoes and eventually married the prince.

‘People would want to gossip about her rise in status.’

He wouldn’t let that happen.

The rumors must be about how beloved she is.

He wanted to create the perception that she was such a precious and noble woman that she shouldn’t be carelessly spoken of.

“Don’t let anyone make Ebel a source of entertainment. Make them all look up to her.”

The maid bowed deeply and withdrew.

‘By tomorrow afternoon, various tea tables will be heated with discussion.’

He waited outside the door until Ebel finished bathing, then gestured for the maids to attend to her.

The Queen’s Palace, the Royal Palace, the nobility faction, and perhaps even Cecily Bettel had each planted a maid, but unfortunately they were all already Victor’s subordinates.

To protect Ebel perfectly, he had prepared from the moment he met her again at the safe house in the capital.

‘Though I didn’t know things would turn out this way, so I couldn’t make the servant caring for Ebel’s Brother into my agent…’

It doesn’t matter.

I can just buy him off.

Honestly, if Victor had wanted it, this country’s king would have changed long ago.

So the king’s anxiety, directionless anger, or inferiority complex toward him was somewhat justified.

He understood, but the problem was that while he had no interest in the throne whatsoever, the king trembled alone and made him terribly annoying.

‘What should I do.’

Rather than a clumsy warning, it would be more effective to carve bone-chilling fear throughout his entire body. So he would never again dare to betray me and Bayern.

Victor, who had been pondering for a moment, thought of Greyheaven Psychiatric Facility where Ebel’s Brother was confined.

The correction methods there were simple yet cruel.

If you caused a disturbance while drunk, it was a place that would make you tremble just at the sight of alcohol.

A place that taught extreme fear and submission to human scum.

Honestly, if Nicholas weren’t king, he would have been locked up in Greyheaven long ago.

“Your Excellency. You must be tired, but I brought this because I think you need to see it.”

Matthias appeared at the end of the corridor and called to him.

Victor, who had been leaning against the wall, put aside his sinister thoughts and straightened up.

When he had nothing precious, he didn’t act more cruelly than necessary. He could, but there was no reason to.

But he thought he had changed quite a bit now.

Because no matter who the opponent was, if they tried to destroy his family, he could do anything.

“The King of Frantz is making moves.”

“They say the Queen got a gypsy fortune teller from somewhere. Should we connect them?”

“We can handle it without getting our hands dirty, so that’s fine. I approve.”

“Then I’ll prepare accordingly.”

The sound of water from the bathroom stopped.

Victor dismissed Matthias with a gesture and also headed to the bedroom.

Looking forward to Ebel, who would become fluffy and fall asleep in his arms.

That moment was one of the few lights in Victor’s life.

* * *

The next day, late afternoon.

About an hour after the king had roughly gotten up.

Victor headed to the Royal Palace without any appointment or prior notice.

Even if he made an appointment, it would obviously be postponed repeatedly, and he had experienced this countless times before.

Because he had no intention of giving time to prepare.

“Ha, is the Royal Palace your bedroom now?”

The state of Nicholas he encountered was pitiful.

The smell of wine permeated the air as if he hadn’t even washed. There were stains all over his loose front, and his anxiously moving eyes were utterly murky.

Victor, leaning against the bedroom door, looked the king up and down without hiding his contempt.

It was natural that Nicholas’s face flushed red at this.

“I came because I have something to say.”

“What is it?”

“Ebel’s Brother. I’m thinking of adopting him, so know that.”

“What? Adoption? Whose decision… Hmm.”

Nicholas, who was about to oppose anything Victor said unconditionally, stopped mid-shout and hesitated.

If he adopts…?

Even if a son is born between him and the Grand Duchess later, the interpretation of legitimate heir could become somewhat ambiguous.

It creates room for maneuvering.

‘Still, I don’t want to give in easily.’

Look at that arrogant face.

Those disappointed-looking blue eyes, that cold attitude, that stiff neck – all disgustingly hateful.

It was even more so because every time they met, he felt like he was becoming smaller.

“If I approve the adoption, what will you do for me?”

Nicholas, having somewhat regained his senses, plopped down on the sofa. He put both arms on the backrest and tilted his head back in a rather arrogant attitude.

To put it precisely, it was like a young male desperate to show ‘I’m above you.’

Victor thought even a clown show would be more entertaining than this, but he didn’t show it.

Of course, he didn’t answer either.

Just staring intently made Nicholas’s face turn red and blue with heat.

“It won’t be any use if I don’t approve, right? Huh?”

“I don’t know how many times I have to teach you to maintain dignity.”

“Is barging into someone’s chambers from the morning breeze dignified behavior?”

“It’s past two in the afternoon. It’s time for the state council meeting, but it was canceled again today because the king didn’t get up.”

At the sight of Victor leisurely taking out his pocket watch to check the time, Nicholas grabbed a wine bottle in front of him and threw it.

Easily dodging it, he took one step forward.

“Nicholas Theodor Richter.”

“D-don’t come closer! Guards!”

“Don’t cross the line of what I can tolerate.”

One step, two steps.

The closer Victor got, the more Nicholas panted.

Like someone whose air had disappeared only around him. Like a fish dragged onto land, only opening and closing his mouth.

He tried to shout more, but as if his throat was stuck together, he couldn’t say anything.

Overwhelming presence.

Under those eyes that seemed to crush him down, Nicholas trembled pathetically.

“I’ll live moderately as always and step down, so I recommend you don’t do anything unnecessary.”

“Ugh, ughhh!!!”

“I hope you’ll listen to my ‘request.'”

Nicholas, who had been buried in the sofa backrest, pale as if he had forgotten how to breathe, only screamed in anger after Victor left.

“Victor von Bayern!!! Aaaahhh!!!”

Bang, crash! Clang!

The anger of a male who had picked a pointless dominance fight and lost was truly pathetic.

The servants didn’t dare enter the bedroom and held their breath, while Victor leisurely escaped.

Considering public opinion, he honors him as king in front of other nobles, but there’s no reason to do so when they’re alone.

Besides, types like Nicholas become more arrogant the better you treat them, so it was necessary to suppress them occasionally.

As he headed to the Blue Rose Palace through the connecting garden, he frowned at the sound of quick footsteps from behind.

It seemed the Queen had stationed people at the Royal Palace.

“Victor!”

Otherwise, she couldn’t have found him this quickly.

“Victor, ah, Victor!”

At the delicate voice calling his name endlessly, Victor had no choice but to stop walking.

“I greet Your Majesty the Queen.”

“Don’t greet me so formally. Call me Minuette. Oh, it’s been so long, hasn’t it? How long has it been…”

Under the sunlight, a woman who had thrown aside even her parasol to run to him was looking at him.

With an expression as if she were dreaming.

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