The Military Doctor Excels at Being a Contracted Duchess - Chapter 92

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【Chapter 92】

With Gaspard’s dumbfounded face as the last thing she saw, Ebel skillfully rode her horse alone. Since it was a well-trained, gentle horse, it wasn’t difficult to handle.

‘I can see that neither the King nor the Queen think war will break out at all. Bringing a lover to the Hunting Festival and all… They have no sense of crisis.’

Because of such pathetic people, Bayern and so many others died.

The taste in her mouth was bitter. To hide her hardening expression, she had no choice but to ride farther out than the other noble ladies.

Though she still stopped at the forest’s edge.

Noble ladies’ horseback riding generally amounted to riding around in circles together. Anything more would be branded as immodest and eccentric behavior.

‘Right, let me stop thinking and spend time similarly to others. Victor must be feeling much more frustrated than I am.’

She tried not to dislike people carelessly, but it still didn’t work well.

Pushing them into a battlefield with no retreat and cutting off rear support, not providing supplies either. Weren’t those all decisions made by the royal family?

Ebel gazed quietly at the blue forest.

Even the occasional gunshots had grown distant long ago.

‘I wonder where Victor is right now.’

She needed to tell him about the strange occurrence where time seemed to flow backward, completely unrelated to her will. He also needed to know that Gaspard was here.

Since he hadn’t been visible until earlier, he must have been hiding somewhere.

‘That would most likely be the Queen’s tent.’

Ebel closed her eyes and tried to calm her anxiously beating heart.

‘If it were a safe forest, I’d leave these people and go to Victor.’

But it would be impossible since they said there were many dangerous beasts. She might end up causing trouble.

Giving up and turning her horse around, Ebel spotted Gaspard pestering Adelheid.

His bottom was truly as light as his tongue.

The moment Ebel shook her head disapprovingly and glanced toward the Queen, who was glaring at her ominously, it happened.

“Kyaak!”

“Wh-why is the horse acting like that?”

The accident happened in an instant.

The horse Adelheid was riding reared back with a loud cry, then ran frantically toward where Ebel was.

“!”

Ebel froze in shock, and Adelheid, even more terrified, clung to the reins while crouching down. Seeing that she looked ready to fall at any moment, Ebel quickly came to her senses.

“Adelheid! Grab my hand!”

When she got close, she brought her horse alongside and reached out her hand, but it was impossible. A noble young lady couldn’t possibly jump from horse to horse.

“Kyaaaak!”

“Adelheid!”

Oh no, if she falls like that, it’ll be terrible.

Adelheid’s hand flailed in the air as if trying to grab hold. Their fingertips brushed several times but never quite connected.

Meanwhile, the excited horse was heading deeper and deeper into the forest.

‘Its eyes have rolled back. Poison? Using such an obvious trick?’

But she had expected them to do something to the horse she was riding.

Biting her lower lip, Ebel gripped the reins with one hand and rose up on her horse. It was dangerous, but this was the only way to save Adelheid.

“Adel! I’m going to jump over to you now, so crouch down!”

Ebel tensed her thigh muscles strongly, and the moment the horses drew close again, she stepped on the saddle and leaped. It was an agile movement bordering on acrobatics.

“Stay still.”

After giving the brief instruction, Ebel immediately snatched the reins from Adelheid’s hands. The startled horse bucked even more violently, but Ebel didn’t give in either.

The horse reared up on its hind legs, trying to throw both women off. Though her arm muscles felt like they might snap, Ebel struggled to control the horse and never let go of her dominance.

“Come this way!”

Then Gaspard ran over and extended his hand. Honestly, it would be difficult for her to catch an adult woman, but Gaspard could manage it.

Though she frowned, she wasn’t in a position to be picky, so Ebel shouted to Adelheid.

“While I hold the horse, jump over to him!”

“B-but…!”

“Hurry!”

Ebel was good at handling horses. How else could she have survived until the very end?

One couldn’t survive long riding behind another soldier.

Though it would take some time, Ebel was confident.

“Kyaaak!”

“Be careful!”

“What do we do!!!”

She could hear people screaming in the distance. Because of this, the already sensitive horse became even more excited and bucked wildly.

Ebel waited until Adelheid safely jumped over, then gritted her teeth and pressed her body close to the horse.

“This way! Damn it!”

The moment the visibly trembling Adelheid fell into Gaspard’s arms, the horse with its eyes flashing white didn’t miss the opportunity.

Neighhhh!

The horse cried out roughly and charged forward violently. Indeed, being well-fed and raised by the royal family, it had a terrifying momentum.

‘Ah, damn it.’

The vibration of hooves pounding the ground came as a direct shock. She had gritted her teeth so hard that her jaw was throbbing.

‘I need to stop.’

The horse Adelheid had been riding seemed possessed by something. She could feel something similar to the ominous energy she had suddenly felt earlier, when ‘time seemed to flow backward.’

‘Stop. It’s okay, you can stop.’

While commanding and forcibly pulling the horse’s reins, Ebel suddenly changed her mind.

Somehow she felt that wasn’t the right answer.

‘It’s okay. You don’t need to be afraid.’

Horses are animals that sense and communicate with the feelings of their riders. They were also a species with strong pride that couldn’t be handled forcefully.

Ebel recalled what Victor had taught her before her regression and patted the horse’s neck.

It was really difficult since she had to endure while tensing her waist and thighs, but her efforts seemed to work as the horse gradually regained its composure.

“Haah.”

Just how far had they come?

Breathing roughly while drenched in sweat, Ebel gripped her tingling, trembling arms and looked around.

Trees, grass, flowers. More trees and grass and flowers.

After a moment of silence, she muttered quietly.

“…I’m thoroughly lost.”

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At that moment, a little distance from the aristocratic tents. In a corner of the shabby tents used by the lower classes.

From inside a small tent with no markings indicating whose master it served, a terribly hoarse scream leaked out.

“Keueu, keureurk…”

The crooked-nosed old woman writhed in agony, clutching her blackened hand. The pain of flesh rotting while still alive was excruciating.

‘No. I absolutely cannot approach her.’

Her life force is too strong.

Though she had lived her entire life casting curses, this was the first case like this.

As if she had already died once and been revived, the Grand Duchess would not allow any artificial aura of death.

‘If I don’t succeed, the Queen won’t leave me alone…’

The curse the gypsy sorcerer had just cast was for her to fall and die from a cracked skull.

But the scene reflected in the crystal ball was completely different from expectations.

Not only did she brilliantly avoid the charging horse, but she even managed to control the attacking horse.

Honestly, at this level, it was as if heaven and earth were protecting her, so she wanted to give up.

Though her head would be separated from her neck before she could escape.

Crack, crackle.

The sorcerer frantically bit the nails of her uninjured hand.

There was no telling who the misdirected curse would strike. It could be any of the gathered dignitaries, or even the Queen.

‘Blood. I need the Grand Duchess’s blood.’

The crystal ball showed the Grand Duchess disappearing into the forest.

Her blood-red eyes moved back and forth, trying to see the future.

Her efforts seemed to pay off, as a scene appeared in the crystal ball after a moment.

The sorcerer’s eyes widened greatly at this completely unexpected future.

‘That person… the King?’

The red-haired ruffian was pressing down on the Grand Duchess from above.

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