Chapter 7 - The Monster Duke Mistook Me for His Wife
Translated by Lianaarn
Edited by Lianaarn
ââŠI got caught.â
Since when? How did he know?
No. Thatâs not what matters.
What matters is the fact that he knows I was hiding something and he still let me live.
âYour face says that youâre curious why I didnât interrogate you.â
ââŠYes.â
âI thought you might have a reason for it. It might be hard for you to tell the truth for some reason.â
ââŠSo?â
Deep sea-like eyes stared at me deeply.
He sometimes looked at me with those eyes.
And I kept pretending not to see it.
Because I thought Iâd fall for it if something goes wrong.
âI was going to wait. Until you tell me. But Iâm kind of tired of waiting for a long time.â
But I couldnât pretend not to see it anymore.
He pushed me to the end of the cliff, asking me to throw up the truth.
âNow, please tell me. What are you hiding?â
Even though I covered up the truth, he was still polite and gentle.
Even though he lost his memory, his good nature didnât change.
Did I know wrong? Was he in reality such a good person?
I decided to gambling slightly.
âI am sorry. I canât tell you. It will be dangerous if it is revealed.â
It will be dangerous. Thatâs a very meaningful word.
âWho is going to be in danger?â
âMe and Sir Dillian.â
Thatâs not a lie.
My neck would be sliced, and Dillianâs blood pressure might rise in anger for that dangerous truth, then he could be collapsed.
âYou will find out when the time comes. So, canât we just move on now?â
When the time comes for Dillian to regain his memories, I might be leaving the empire already.
âSo just move on for now.â
While I desperately wished, he answered.
ââŠI canât put Miss Lia in a difficult situation.â
Only then the eyes that were chasing me disappear. I finally can put my scary hard beating heart to ease.
âThen can you tell me what this is?â
Dillian pointing to his neck.
âFirst I thought it was a tattoo, but it must not be that.â
Dillian, who lightly swept down the thorn engraved on his neck, frowned.
âI feel dirty when I look at it.â
His expression became uneasy, because he might have instinctively felt ominous about the curse.
While he doing that, I might get spark a fire*, so, I quickly nodded.
*To come/happen to involve (mostly get harm) without intention when something happens.
âI will tell you. Your secret.â
I was going to talk about the curse anyway. Thus, he and I can take precautions.
For that, first of all.
âPlease take it off.â
ââŠWhat?â
âI said take it off.â
âI am sorry. I didnât hear it well.â
âTake it off.â
Take it off. That one sentence makes Dillianâs face bewildered.
âI just want you to tell me about the tattoo, but how can I take it if you tell me to take it off suddenly.â
Dillian grabbed the front of his shirt and backed off his body.
âAnd with those wicked eyes.â
âWhat? Wicked?â
Did he treat me like a pervert?
In the meantime, because of Dillian, I was walking on eggshells*, but I canât stand if he treats me like a pervert.
*To be careful not to upset somebody.
What does he mean pervert to someone who has never even dated before!
âSir Dillian is the one who asked me to tell you.â
âIâm not asking you to tell me to strip.â
âIâm not asking you to strip.â
Dumbfounded, words didnât come out from my mouth.
Dillian is really think of me as a black-hearted*, shameless person.
*To be worldly-wise and think in a sly and crafty manner.
âReally, what do you take me for?â
The blood began to seep in.
âOf course, it can be done between us, but I think itâs too early.â
âIâm sorry, I didnât get it. What do you mean between us?â
âI wonder, what it is?â
I ask you first. Why are you asking me back?
Dillian, who was lost in thought, touched his chin.
âAs expected, weâre like that, right?â
What âlike thatâ?
âWe are awkward, we have only known each other for less than a week.â
âWeâre awkward⊠That is true, we are really awkward right now.â
The way he looked at me was very impure.
âDo you want us to be more awkward?â
I looked meaningfully at Dillianâs loosened button.
âWhat am I talking about right now?â
My eyes trembled, then looking on the ground at my uncontrollable move.
So, this was extremely impulsive behavior and words.
From the first meeting until now, there has been no quiet day.
I almost got eaten up, while helping him when he was on the verge of death. Because of this damn weather, I started this forced cohabitation with him who lost his memory. Feeling restless donât know when he will regain his memory, I live with tension for 24 hours a day.
I canât get rid of the stress accumulated everyday, every hour.
While Iâm thinking like that, Dillian bothers me.
This is the situation when a balloon which was slowly expanding then with a slight pressure âbang!â bursting.
Dillianâs eyebrows move up and down, by the provocative deep words he heard for the first time.
âReally?â
âYeah, really.â
Argh! My mouth stops! Stop talking nonsense!
Unlike my heart, my voice and face were calm.
Then Dillian, who noticed something strange, secretly stepped aside.
âDonât be like this, Nathan will wake up.â
âDear, what if the kid wakes up,â at that kind of nuance I shouted.
âNathan is not a kid, your words are weird.â
âIf we show that kind of relationship in front of a kid, it can cause emotional anxiety, I just read it.â
âWhat do you mean by that kind of relationship! Donât say such a weird thing! And Nathan is not a kid but a grandfather who is more than a hundred years old! You cursed at it as if it has dementia, and now you are treating it as a kid!â
âNathan himself said it was in full swing. Then itâs no different with a kid.â
What is this miraculous play?
âBut I canât believe it was a grandfather. Then we shouldnât get caught more.â
Wah, Iâm going crazy. How can he receive it without losing a word? Even he was talking nonsense!
I got so worked up, then I fanned my reddened face with my hand fan.
âLetâs calm down. Calm down. The opponent is Lord Dillian. Even if I fight, I will not gain anything.â
Thatâs all for the lame wordplay.
âSir Dillian, letâs be straightforward. You are under a curse. And to be exact, the root of the curse is in your heart.â
Dillian seems surprised by the sudden straightforward statement, but who cares.
âI asked you to take off your clothes because I thought you wouldnât believe me if I said you were cursed. It is not a selfish move or a black-heart. Do you get it?â
Dillianâs face gradually subsided in a short and concise explanation.
âI wonder what kind of weird hobby I have for me tattooing until my heart, so, it was a curse.â
I tapped Dillianâs shoulder, who was lost in thought.
âI have more things to show you, please comeâŠ!â
At that moment, my feet got twisted. While I was saying âHuh?â my body stumbled. I reached out and grabbed something in front of me to live.
At the same time, a solid arm supported my waist.
But my hand already grabbed something.
Ting, ting, ting!
The forcibly opened buttons were pulled in all directions.
âAh.â
ââŠâ
The buttons that hit Dillianâs face and I, fell and rolled on the floor.
âWhy in the first place something I grabbed is Dillianâs shirtâŠâ
And I opened my mouth unconsciously when his firm upper body was revealed.
I have seen it before but at that time, except for healing his wound I didnât pay attentionâŠ
The well-built muscles by training showed off their existence.
Strong shoulders, solid chest, and clear abs were captured in my eyes one by one.
As I looked at his body like I was possessed, I flinched at his calm voice.
âYouâre reallyâŠâ
Urgh, he must be angry.
Surprised by the low voice as if his neck blocked, my body hardened.
âAccident! It was an accident! Sir Dillian saw it too. That I almost fell down!â
While venting out my unfairness, I closed my mouth when I heard the sound of laughter in my ears.
âHa, youâre so funny.â
Dillian, muttered alone and then smirked.
âOh my. I guess it was a such big shock.â
Dillian, who was smiling while covering his face, gave a long sigh and swept back his messy hair.
ââŠBecause it became like this, then you have no choice but to take responsibility.â
âWhat?â
âI mean Miss Lia has to take responsibility for me now.â
âWhat responsibilityâŠ?â
âWell, Miss Lia should be the one to think about it, right?â
Unable to hide my embarrassment at his blunt words, I frowned.
âWhy did you put on that look? I⊠you made a mess of me yet you pretend not to know?â
Whatâs wrong with this person! What do you mean a mess?
âPeople might have misunderstood if they heard it!â
âThat is not a misunderstanding, but the truth.â
Dillian shook his tattered shirt lightly.
âAfter rushing so fiercely, misunderstanding⊠You may be excited because you have seen it once.â
âNo, no! Why are you talking like that!â
âI thought my body lacked nothing⊠I must be full of myself.â
He looked pitiful with the corner of his eyes dropping. Below that, the lips that could not be covered were twitching.
âFunny, huh? Itâs funny? Youâre making fun of a person!â
However Dillian is one step ahead of me. Even if I rushed in, I would still get caught.
Sensing an early defeat, I nodded with my shoulder dropped.
â⊠No way. Sir Dillian is perfect. Itâs just, I was wrong.â
âAm I perfect?â
âOf course. You are perfect.â
I looked at his solid upper body and spoke in a quiet voice.
âWow, itâs spectacular, itâs a magnificent view, itâs a gift from God.â
Clap, clap, clap. Dillian nodded, satisfied with my mechanical-like compliments.
âLike it, huh? You like it? Iâm dying because of you.â
This damned man toying with me mischievously, until the tiredness comes.
âDone. Letâs stop. Itâs good for mental health to finish it quickly.â
I give Dillian a hand gesture to come with me.
The place I arrived with him was in front of a big mirror in the corner of the living room.
âSir Dillian will get a runaway in a consistent cycle, when the runaway appears these thorns will gradually spread out. From the heart to the neck until to the cheek.â
âWhat happened to me when the runaway appeared?â
âIt takes the life of living things around it.â
People, animals, plants, everything.
Dillianâs eyes distorted, canât believe what he heard.
It must be shocking. Didnât even remember anything, then suddenly he got a curse, if it were me, I would be shocked too.
âYou know it well. Am I, in front of Miss Lia-.â
âAh! I have so much interest in curses. Haha, I knew it as soon as I saw it.â
I laughed awkwardly as I hurriedly cut off Dillianâs words.
âI canât tell him the truth that the runaway appears in front of me.â
If I tell him the truth, he will ask me how I calmed down the runaway, then it was only a matter of time before he could find out about my divine power.
âI see.â
Dillian stared at his chest with scary eyes.
The curse will never disappear, If you just stared at it like that.
The curse wonât calm down until it takes as much life as it wants.
âIt would be better if it was drunk by the life of a wild beast or the life of a tree.â