98 - I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke
Blind Duke and I are Engaged - Episode 98
“Perhaps El?”
“Yes, Miss. You can call me Elmis. I should have been right beside you like Yuria, and I apologize for that. Since Yuria is injured and you need a maid to attend to you, I will attend to you from now on.”
Elmis bowed deeply.
“Everyone thought that assassin was dead. It’s not El’s fault.”
Gerald’s jaw twitched as he listened to her words.
He had thought the guy was almost dead, so he had stopped paying attention, but he had thrown a dagger with his last strength.
“No. The Duke has given me another chance, so I will do my best.”
Marin glanced at the Duke, who was standing silently, and turned her gaze to Elmis.
“Do you know how to do maid work?”
“We Shadows can be anything. I already received maid training a long time ago.”
“I see. Okay, thank you.”
Marin nodded with a bewildered expression.
“Then, what do you need?”
“Ah, can you bring me a fairy tale book?”
“Yes, I will. The Duke is here, so I will be back quickly.”
“Okay.”
Marin watched Elmis enter her room. Marin still looked up at the Duke with a dazed expression.
“Is this really okay?”
“The Shadows’ only goal is to protect the direct line.”
“I’m not a direct line, though?”
“A fiancée is entitled to an even stronger level of protection.”
“Since when?”
Marin asked, her eyes wide.
“From the moment you became my fiancée.”
The Duke leaned down and whispered softly in her ear.
Marin’s ears burned, and she quickly grabbed them.
“Don’t whisper.”
“You were always whispering.”
“That’s because Gerald is sensitive to sound.”
While he chuckled, Elmis appeared from behind.
As expected of a Shadow, she didn’t even hear her coming.
“I have prepared it.”
“Thank you.”
Elmis, who had bowed, stood in front of Yuria’s door.
“I will be here until you come out.”
She thought about stopping her, but decided to respect her professionalism.
“Okay. Thank you.”
Marin opened the door again and entered, and the Duke followed her in.
“Are you going to keep following me around like this?”
“I won’t if you’re in a safe place.”
“Where is a safe place?”
“Next to me.”
“No, that just means you’re going to keep following me around!”
“Aren’t you going to read?”
He naturally changed the subject.
Marin decided to address this issue later and took the book and approached Yuria.
“Yuria, I’ll read you a book.”
“You really don’t have to, Miss.”
Yuria declined, looking overwhelmed.
“The sick should stay still. Just listen.”
“Yes, Miss.”
A happy smile spread across Yuria’s lips.
Marin read the book, hoping that Yuria could fall asleep without pain.
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After resting for a few more days at a high-end inn, they headed to the capital.
They bought another carriage so that Yuria could lie down comfortably and converted it into a makeshift bed for her to ride in.
Fortunately, there were no more attacks on the way to the capital.
Before she knew it, they had passed the dirt road and entered a well-paved stone road. Shops lined the wide road.
Marin could feel the people passing by the shopping district stopping and staring at the carriage all at once. She wanted to think they had seen the Duke Vines’s flag, but the gazes fixed on the Diamond Carriage were persistent.
“We’ve finally arrived in the capital.”
Dia, who had placed her embroidery frame on her lap, looked out at the scenery outside the carriage.
“Have you ever been to the capital, Dia?”
Marin pretended not to notice the surprised gazes of the people and asked.
“Yes. With my parents.”
A bitter smile appeared on Dia’s lips.
“I see.”
Marin lowered her eyes to hide her pitiful feelings.
“There’s a delicious dessert place over there. Let’s go together.”
Dia deliberately spoke brightly, changing the subject.
“Delicious dessert! Let’s definitely go!”
“Yes!”
The two looked at each other and smiled brightly.
After traveling for a while longer, the carriage finally stopped.
“We have arrived.”
Olive knocked on the Diamond Carriage and said.
“Yes.”
Elmis, who had been sitting quietly near the carriage door as if she was there and not there, opened the carriage door and went out first.
The Duke approached and offered Marin his hand.
After taking the Duke’s hand and getting out of the carriage, Marin’s lips parted slightly as she looked at the mansion.
She had thought it would be a small townhouse since it was near the Imperial Palace, but her expectations were completely wrong. Of course, it was smaller than the Duke's Castle, but it was a four-story mansion.
“Have you arrived, The Duke? Marin Schwentz, Young Lady of the Viscountcy. Dia Adria, Young Lady of the County.”
A middle-aged man, presumably the butler, bowed deeply. The dozens of servants standing behind him all bowed at once.
Marin passed them as the Duke led the way.
As they entered the mansion, she saw a lobby with a white carpet.
“Butler Canolam, please have a simple dinner delivered to each of our rooms.”
Olive approached the butler and spoke.
As the two stood close together, their softly curled chestnut brown hair and warm, brownish eyes looked very similar.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, Butler Canolam approached her and bowed.
“Allow me to introduce myself for the first time. I am Canolam Lyon, the butler in charge of the capital mansion.”
“Hello.”
Lyon, huh. Olive’s father was managing the capital mansion.
“Please speak comfortably.”
The butler gave a gentle smile. That smile was also just like Olive’s.
“I will.”
“Then, I will guide you to your room.”
“I will guide Miss Dia to her room.”
Olive said to Dia.
“Yes.”
Guided by Butler Canolam, they went up to the fourth floor. Olive and Dia entered the inner part of the corridor on the third floor.
There were only two rooms on the spacious fourth floor.
Butler Canolam pointed to one of them.
“This is it.”
“Thank you.”
“Please rest comfortably.”
Butler Canolam bowed politely and went down.
“Rest.”
The Duke, who had silently followed her, holding her hand, said.
“Yes. Please rest well too, Gerald.”
Marin hesitated before opening the door and entering. The Duke was opening the door next to hers.
“Huh?”
“Why?”
The Duke asked with an indifferent expression.
“Ah, nothing.”
Marin nonchalantly turned her head and entered the room.
The room, decorated in a light violet color, was cozy and very spacious.
Right next to the bed, which looked like it could fit three people, was another door.
“What is that door?”
Marin approached the door, and then she heard a knock on that door.
Surprised, Marin blurted out a response.
“Yes. Who is it?”
“Your fiancé.”
Startled, Marin stared at the door with wide eyes.
What? Why is this connected to the Duke’s room?
“Does this… open easily?”
Marin asked hesitantly and timidly.
“If you allow it.”
“Then I won’t allow it.”
Marin quickly said, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Okay.”
His voice was laced with laughter.
Only then did Marin cool her flushed face against the door.
“Why is this door here?”
“Because it has been the Duke and Duchess’s room for generations.”
“Ah……”
Now she understood. This was the Duke and Duchess’s bedroom. So, when night came, the Duke would come over to this room and…….
Marin fanned her reddened face with her hand, pressing down on her pounding heart.
“What are you thinking about?”
