97 - I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke
The Blind Duke and I Are Engaged, Episode 97
The Attending physician from the servants’ carriage quickly laid Yuria down inside.
“Yuria, are you okay?”
Marin looked at the Attending physician’s serious face with desperate eyes.
“I’ll take care of her for now, but it would be best to move her to a place where she can receive proper treatment as soon as possible.”
“I agree.”
The Duke, who had approached unnoticed, replied.
Marin’s legs gave way at the sound of the Duke’s voice.
The Duke quickly grabbed her waist.
“She, she tried to save me.”
“Yuria!!”
Uvis, who had been clearing away the bodies with the knights, limped over, having heard the news.
Marin couldn’t bring herself to look at Uvis and whispered,
“Uvis, I’m sorry. Yuria tried to save me…”
Uvis grimaced and shook his head.
“Don’t say that. Yuria did what she had to do. She’ll be fine, Miss.”
Uvis’s voice sounded muffled. It was as if a swarm of bees was flying around her ears. She felt suffocated by guilt. When she lowered her head, she saw the red blood on her hands.
She heard a ringing in her ears, and the horse neighed loudly.
Her vision went dark, then filled with red blood. Beyond the hazy dust, she saw her kind father’s hand.
Marin’s empty eyes wandered aimlessly through the air.
“Sorry… Father, Brother.”
Marin mumbled softly and fainted.
The Duke, who had been holding her firmly, carefully picked her up.
“Go as fast as possible.”
“Yes.”
“Father, Brother…”
Marin woke up in tears. She blinked her eyelids, trying to regain her senses, and sat up.
She was on a bed, not in a carriage.
“Yuria!”
“Are you awake?”
She turned her head and saw the Duke sitting next to her with a blank expression.
“How is Yuria?”
Marin asked in a faint voice, her throat constricted with tension.
“She’s fine.”
“Really? You’re not lying, are you?”
“She’s in the room next door, so you can check.”
“Let’s go. Right now.”
Marin threw off the blanket and jumped up, but she felt dizzy and collapsed back onto the bed.
“Marin.”
“Yes?”
“Wasn’t the carriage supposed to be okay now?”
Marin blinked. As she pondered his words, she remembered the situation in which she had fainted.
Trauma doesn’t disappear easily, it seems. She thought she was getting better, but when Yuria was hurt because of her, the carriage accident came back to her mind.
“I’m okay now.”
“What should I do?”
His low voice was rough, as if blaming himself.
It wasn’t something the Duke could solve. It was something she had to overcome.
“I won’t worry you anymore.”
The Duke stood up.
“Eat a lot. You’re still lacking.”
Why did the conversation suddenly jump to that?
“Yes, yes. Can’t I go to the next room first?”
“Don’t cry.”
“Yes, yes. I’m going.”
Marin, who had already opened the door halfway, answered absentmindedly, eager to see Yuria.
“Okay.”
As soon as his permission was given, Marin dashed out into the hallway.
Marin carefully knocked on the door of the next room.
“Yes.”
Uvis’s voice was heard.
Marin hesitated, suddenly afraid as she stood in front of the door. Is she really okay?
The Duke, who had arrived at some point, opened the door for her instead.
Uvis, who had been sitting on a wooden chair, jumped up.
“The Duke, Miss Marin.”
“…Is Yuria okay?”
Marin swallowed hard and opened her mouth with difficulty.
“Yes.”
Uvis smiled reassuringly.
Only then did her chest, which had been so tight, feel like it was opening up.
“That’s a relief. That’s really a relief.”
As if she had heard her voice, there was a rustling sound from the bed.
Marin quickly approached Yuria.
“Miss…”
Yuria, who was lying face down with bandages on, moved her head to the side as much as possible when she found her. Marin was surprised and moved a little closer to her.
“Yuria, stay still.”
“Miss, are you alright?”
“I’ve been telling her that you’re okay, but she keeps asking the same question,”
Uvis grumbled from behind.
“Yuria got hurt instead of me. I’m fine.”
“Phew, I’m so glad.”
Yuria smiled brightly and sincerely.
“What’s so great about it? The bandage is so thick.”
Marin looked at Yuria’s bandage with eyes that looked more pained than her own.
“I’m fine as long as you’re not hurt, Miss. I’d be fine even if I lost an arm.”
“Yuria!”
Marin called out her name as if she had heard something terrible.
Yuria, startled, widened her eyes.
“What kind of thing is that to say! Quickly, spit it out. Take back what you said.”
“Yeah. Why are you saying that? Hurry up and spit it out.”
Uvis also puffed up from behind in an angry voice.
“Ptooey, ptooey.”
Yuria, succumbing to the stern gazes of the two, only made the sound with her mouth.
Marin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yuria, I’m sorry for getting you hurt. And thank you for saving me.”
“No, Miss. It was because of me that you came out of the carriage… If you had been hurt, I…”
“Stop. I think the rest of what you’re going to say is something you’ll have to spit out again.”
Marin gently cut off Yuria’s words.
“Then I’ll just say thank you. But don’t ever do this again. Got it?”
Red eyes stared up at her.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I can’t promise that.”
Yuria refused firmly.
Marin was about to persuade her again when Uvis, who was standing behind her, chimed in.
“Miss. I feel the same way as Yuria. I would have saved you first too.”
“Why are you both like this?”
Marin muttered in dismay.
The two of them were only 16 years old after the new year. It broke her heart just to imagine the two of them, who weren’t even adults yet, throwing themselves for her.
“Marin.”
The Duke, who had been listening to the conversation from behind, called her.
“Gerald.”
“Accept that the two of them care about you that much. And just be careful so that such a dangerous thing doesn’t happen again.”
The Duke summed it up in one go.
Marin swallowed a sigh and nodded.
“So don’t step more than five steps away from me.”
“It was ten steps last time.”
“Because dangerous things keep happening to you.”
“Yes, yes.”
When Marin answered absentmindedly again, this time Yuria added.
“I think that would be good, Miss.”
“Having The Duke next to you is the safest!”
Even Uvis chimed in.
“Okay, okay!”
Marin sat down in front of Yuria with a resigned look.
“Is there anything you need?”
“No, Miss.”
Yuria smiled with her eyes turning into crescents.
“Did you eat something? Did you get any sleep? Should I read you a book?”
Marin continued to ask as she straightened the blanket that Yuria had covered.
“You, Miss?”
“You know I’m good at reading. You must not have slept well because you’re in pain, so I’ll read you a book. Just a moment.”
“Miss, it’s okay…”
Marin jumped up before Yuria could stop her and opened the door.
The Duke followed her as Marin was about to leave.
“Why?”
“Five steps.”
Marin looked around quickly, confirmed that no one was there, and said.
“I have El, you know.”
“El said he regretted it and will be providing even closer protection.”
“How?”
“Hello. The Duke, Miss Marin.”
A maid with bluish-black hair approached and greeted them. The maid who approached was quite tall. Her eyelids were thin and long, making her look cool.
“Oh, hello.”
Even though she greeted them, the maid didn’t leave and stood there. Marin looked up at the Duke with a look of disbelief.
The Duke stood silently with his arms crossed and a blank expression.
“Are you perhaps El?”
