âI⊠I didnât mean it that way, Grand Duchess Ilena.â
âIs that so?â
As the man from earlier sheepishly apologized, Grand Duchess Ilenaâs eyebrow twitched upward.
âCome to think of it, arenât you the son of Baron Austin?â
âYes, thatâs correct.â
âA while ago, wasnât Baron Austin caught in the act of having an affair? Didnât your mother say anything about the peace of the household?â
â⊠I⊠I should leave first!â
The man, publicly pointed out for his familyâs shame, hastily got up and left the salon.
Winter was a long and quiet season.
While the young nobles held small salons here and there in the capital, for the older noblewomen, there werenât any significant events after the New Yearâs ball.
âI didnât know there was such a salon.â
âYoung people are smart, they come up with fun ideas!â
Countess Labonnet invited two more of her friends, and they in turn invited their friends.
The original intention of the Blooming Salon was this, but the people who actually planned to invite Juliet and mock her couldnât hide their shocked faces.
Soon, the control of the salon naturally shifted their way.
âThe division of the estateâŠâ
âWe need concrete evidenceâŠâ
By the time the salon was ending, the average age of the guests had risen significantly.
âItâs been a while since Iâve been out like this.â
âWe should gather like this more often!â
From then on, until the salon ended, Juliet wasnât the subject of discussion.
In the midst of prominent social figures chatting, Juliet smiled quietly.
On one hand, it was a show of the intact influence of the Monad familyâs connections and a subtle warning.
âThis should be enough for now.â
Juliet smiled slyly.
The hosts of todayâs salon were the ones who harassed the servants of the Countâs house. For the time being, they wouldnât dare to summon Juliet or harass her servants.
If they dare label her as the âabandoned womanâ again, they would face the wrath of the noblewomen present.
She exited the venue. On her way out, Juliet encountered someone who had been standing in front earlier.
âYouâŠâ
Fatima stood there, glaring at Juliet resentfully.
âJuliet Monad.â
âYour Highness, Princess Fatima.â
âDo you realize what youâve done? You ruined my first official salon!â
ââŠRuined?â
Juliet furrowed her brow.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Juliet pointed to a large window displaying the guests.
âThey are all respectable people. Befriending them would help, not harm.â
It was true.
The three noblewomen Juliet invited were the ones everyone would want to have as their patrons.
They werenât the kind of people her peers could easily meet.
However, Fatima seemed not to understand.
âWhat are you talking about? So, you did sabotage me!â
ââŠIf I were you, Iâd be more careful in choosing friends.â
Juliet responded calmly.
If Fatima truly wanted to build her connections as befitting a princess, she should avoid those who would gossip behind her back. Instead, she shouldâve invited influential noblewomen like Grand Duchess Ilena.
Part of Juliet thought Fatimaâs choice was typical of her.
âI suppose our perspectives on âfriendsâ are different.â
Juliet gave a sweet smile, greeted Fatima, and walked past her.
âTake care.â
Exiting the salon and walking on, Juliet thought to herself.
She was used to handling everything on her own, just as she had during her time in the North.
Juliet began walking lightly towards the entrance of the imperial palace.
Someone blocked her path as she was strolling through the well-maintained palace gardens.
ââŠ?â
âAre you leaving now, Miss Monad?â
Juliet paused for a moment.
She cautiously looked at the man who addressed her.
It was the second prince, Cloff, the Emperorâs second son and Fatimaâs fiance.
Juliet bowed slightly.
âYour Highness the Prince.â
âWhat does he want?â
Was he here to retaliate because she didnât embarrass herself as his fiance had planned?
Juliet thought quickly with a cold smile.
The ambitious prince was known to rival the reputation of Duke Carlyle. Juliet didnât have a good impression of him because he was openly hostile.
He didnât dare challenge the formidable Duke directly, but projected his anger on poor Juliet.
But todayâs Cloff seemed different.
He looked unusually cheerful, grinning from ear to ear.
âThereâs no need to be so formal, Miss Monad.â
ââŠItâs Countess Monad, Your Highness.â
With a cold smile, Juliet corrected his address.
âItâs not âMiss Monadâ.â
For most people, Juliet was referred to as Lady of the Count Monadâs family, but in reality, she was the legitimate Countess Monad.
Though she never had a formal succession ceremony, she was indeed the heir to the family.
âAh, I see. Thatâs right.â
Cloff didnât seem very interested.
âBut weâre going to be family soon. Thereâs no need to be formal.â
âFamily, you say?â
âYou can think of me as your own brother, Juliet.â
What kind of chilling story is this?
Julietâs expression turned cold, prompting the Second Prince to speak.
âDidnât Duke Carlyle tell you?â
* * *
The family physician from the North, called to treat the Duke, couldnât hide his astonishment.
It was a critical situation. Though the Dukeâs ability to recover as if a monster awakened from the dead in just a few days was amazingâŠ
âCanât you still see?â
Even after several days, the Dukeâs vision showed no improvement.
âIs that even a question?â
âIâm, Iâm sorry.â
The family physician quickly bowed his head.
âExternally, everything seems normal.â
The cornea wasnât damaged. Externally, there were no symptoms, which made treatment difficult.
âIf this continues, he might lose his vision forever.â
The eye, unlike other organs, is a part that can be permanently damaged once hurt.
âBlindness!â
Elliot, who had been silently listening, felt like he would faint.
No wonder the Duke stayed locked in his room. Why didnât he say he couldnât see!
âThere must be a way, right?â
Forgetting he was speaking to his master, Elliot raised his voice.
Duke Carlyle had many enemies, and if this became known, they would rush in from all directions to take advantage.
âIf anything happens to himâŠâ
Elliot thought anxiously.
The current state of the Duke was kept top secret.
Including Hadin, who was guarding outside, only four people knew: the Duke himself, his personal physician, and Elliot, his secretary.
ââŠBut you said itâs the divine barrier of Lucerne.â
The physician, who had some knowledge about magic and holy curses, carefully said:
âItâs not something even the archbishops could easily resolve. First, we need to know exactly what type of reflective curse it is.â
âThis is absurdâŠâ
While Elliot was disheartened, the expression of Lennox Carlyle remained unchanged. He calmly asked:
âIf we find out the exact type of curse, can it be lifted?â
âIn theory, yes. Or⊠you could break it, just like you broke the divine barrier.â
Breaking the curse like he broke the divine barrier. After all, both magic and curses can be broken with a greater force.
Lennoxâs fingers lightly tapped the armrest.
âBut if you forcefully try to break the curse, there might be side effects.â
âDamn it⊠Figure it out.â
His limited vision made him increasingly irritable.
Lennox sighed and rose from his chair.
Elliot sighed and summed up the situation.
âAnyway⊠keep this confidential. It must not leak out. You understand?â
However, the family physician seemed not to be listening to Elliotâs words.
ââŠ?â
The physician couldnât take his eyes off the Duke, who was standing on one side of the bedroom.
Flutter.
After the examination, Duke Carlyle had donned a white shirt over his bare body.
Gazing at the Dukeâs well-sculpted body, the physician had a mix of admiration and unrest on his face.
Duke Carlyle particularly disliked anyone touching his body and didnât even have a personal attendant.
Having a patient who frequently returns with injuries and is hard to handle meant that even the physician hadnât seen the Dukeâs body often.
Elliot was a bit surprised.
Even for another man, it was a sight hard to take oneâs eyes off.
But thenâŠ
Bang.
âOh, Miss!â
There was a commotion downstairs.
âWhat was that noise?â
âIâll go check.â
Elliot hurriedly went outside. The physician, curious about the commotion, looked out the window.
Someone was rushing into the mansion.
ââŠLady Juliet?â
The uninvited guest was a face even the physician recognized.
âDamn it.â
At the same time, Lennox swore.
With only a shirt covering his bare upper body, Duke Carlyle, cursing, crossed the bedroom with a hint of anxiety.
He then gestured toward the direction where there seemed to be a door leading to a small parlor.
âGet out.â
He meantâŠ
âAh, yes!â
Realizing the intention, the physician quickly hid himself inside the parlor.