Chapter 13
âYour Grace was wielding your sword properly before the Duchess came, but you suddenly acted that way. Thatâs why I couldnât respond right then.â
âWhether she knows it or not, what does that have to do with the situation.â
âIt doesnât matter. But because of you, Duke, the Madam hates me.â
I held my breath and waited for Bleonâs answer. But again McCainâs voice was heard.
âIâm alright with turning away from the post of Knight Commander, but what should I do now that I am hated by the Duchess? If Your Grace can reveal the truth and clear up this misunderstanding, I will gladly give up on the post and go back.â
ââ¦What are you saying?â
Bleonâs voice was very quiet. As I first heard Bleonâs voice sound like this, I wondered if the Bleon I knew before this was truly him.
âShe was livid. She thinks I did something bad to a young person.â
Contrary to feeling Bleonâs intense emotions, McCain still maintained a relaxed attitude.
ââ¦Whatâs with you? What the hell are you trying to do with my wife?â
âThatâs not the point. I am just afraid that the Madam will brand me as a strange person.â
âThen why are you doing this to someone elseâs wife?â
âI donât think I am obligated to tell you that.â
Silence arose again between the two.
ââ¦Really?â
However, the silence was broken, and as though he realized something, Bleonâs tone suddenly changed. He laughed sardonically.
âEven so, you canât do anything.â
âWhat do you mean McCain canât?â
I had no idea what the two of them were talking about.
âYou will see.â
McCain also suddenly stopped talking formally to Bleon. And his voice lost his tone of respect.
âThis place, which has been closed for 10 years, has finally opened. Iâve been waiting.â
After those words, the two remained silent for a while. I stopped eavesdropping and went back to my room.
âWhat the hell are they talking about?â
Why were these two talking about incomprehensible things like that?
I told Bleon to tell McCain that we would not hire him as a commander, but he was saying strange things.
âAre those two acquaintances by the way?â
And what was he waiting for? After hearing that brief conversation, I had no clue what they were talking about.
But as I was lost in thought, Bleon returned. I looked at him with meaningful eyes. However, the man with the voice and attitude from before disappeared. Only the Bleon I knew remained.
âWhatâs wrong⦠Wife?â
âNo, itâs nothing.â
Bleon strode closer to me.
âHow did it go?â
ââ¦â¦.â
He paused for a moment and looked at me intently.
ââ¦I decided to hire him.â
âWhat? Why? You said you didnât like him.â
At the absurd conclusion, I put on a puzzled expression.
âI donât think his skills are bad, and I think heâll be useful in many ways.â
âThen what about learning swordsmanship? Are you going to do that too?â
ââ¦Yes.â
Did I dream about what happened then? Did I hear it wrong?
I looked at him with a bewildered expression. Bleonâs words contradicted the conversation I had just heard just now.
ââ¦Wife.â
Bleon came in front of me and he tried to hold me in his arms. I felt a strange sense of incongruity, and so I pushed his chest away with my palm and quickly got out of his reach.
ââ¦Wife?
Bleon looked at me with a shocked face, his body frozen.
âWhyâ¦?â
âAre you hiding something from me?â
âWhat?â
I pretended not to know what I had heard and gave him a chance to confide in me.
âItâs weird no matter how you think about it.â
âWhat is strangeâ¦?â
âI donât understand why you suddenly decided to give him that job when you told me you donât like him?â
âBecause that man is goodâ¦â
âIs it just because of his skills?â
Apparently, Bleon had no intention of telling me the truth. However, I did not intend let this situation pass without confirming it.
âI heard it earlier.â
âYes?â
âI heard you two talking.â
Bleonâs eyes tinged with embarrassment at my words.
âWhat were you two talking about?â
ââ¦Did you hear that?â
âHm.â
âSince which part?â
âIs that important? What matters now is that you are lying to me.â
I donât know what Bleon was trying to hide, but he was lying to me.
âThatâs not it, Wifeâ¦!â
âBleon, I believed in youâ¦â
âWife. Thatâs not it⦠Please listen to me.â
Iâve always thought that Bleon was as innocent as a child. Of course, it was not good for a 20-year-old young man to be so child-like, but Astell was the one who made him that way.
I was trying to take responsibility because of that, so Iâd been doing various things for him. Of course, it was also a matter of my survival, but I genuinely felt sorry for him, so it made me want to care for Bleon even more.
But this is what I get in return for thinking of him that way.
While overhearing their conversation earlier, I believed that if it was the good and obedient Bleon, he would come and tell me soon. He didnât spend a lot of time with me, but he was very good at answering and doing what heâs told, never offending me. Itâs worrying that heâs trying to deceive me.
âThen what is it?â
I treated him with a cold attitude.
âWIfeâ¦â
Bleon was crying.
âDonât drag around and explain it so I can understand.â
âWow, Iâm really like Astell right now.â
Whenever Bleon listened well to her, Astell would praise him and tell him heâs sweet and adorable. But if she was offended or if she was in a bad mood, she would lash out at him.
Of course, now that Astell wasnât here, I wouldnât verbally abuse him. But in any case, words that I usually never said were being spewed out. I was surprised by myself too, but my composure soon returned as I wore a firm expression on my face.
âWi⦠feâ¦?â
Bleon, likewise, was surprised by my harsh words and actions after not seeing me like this for a long time. His pupils shook violently as he called me with a trembling voice.
âItâs not something that can be solved by crying. So explain properly.â
I didnât want to forgive Bleon if he didnât think I was serious. After giving him one chance, he already blew it away. Still, I was giving him one last chance to tell the truth, considering what he had done to me.
But my attitude frightened him more than I expected. Bleon hurriedly knelt in front of me. Then he grabbed my leg and started crying and begging for forgiveness.
âSorry⦠Wife, huuh. please forgive meâ¦â
But even with Bleonâs appearance, I was still not relieved, so I did not respond to his words.
âPlease, I wonât do it again in the future, so please donât throw me away⦠huhuukâ¦â
Bleon was almost weeping as if he was sure that I would now abandon him. I frowned slightly, pondering what to do, and then opened my lips to speak.
âStop crying and explain.â
âHuuhuu, huftâ¦â
When I told him not to cry, he tried to stop, but Bleon continued sniffling.
âWhy do you lie about things you canât even properly fix?â
Bleon cried so forlornly, repeating that he made a mistake. My heart was being torn down.
âBleon. Get up.â
I told him to get up first. But still holding my leg, he seemed unwilling to get up.
âNow.â
When I asked him to get up again, Bleon got up slowly. His face was full of tears.
âCome here.â
I grabbed his hand and led him to the sofa, then sat him down.
I sat down next to him.
âStop crying.â
I pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from his face, telling him to stop. However, tears continued to flow down from his eyes.
âAre you going to keep crying?â
A slightly softer tone than before came out of my lips. After that, Bleon seemed to have calmed down a bit as he sensed this. After waiting a little longer, Bleonâs tears almost stopped, with only a few sobs now and again. I comforted him by stroking his hair.
âThen why did you lie? Donât you know that itâs something I donât like?â
ââ¦I knowâ¦â¦ Huukkâ¦â
âHush now.â
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