Chapter 162. To Chambrin
“How is he.”
At the question that flew in like a flash, the gaze of the doctor, who had finished the examination, shifted toward the right.
The doctor, who glanced at the noble lady standing all along with a face full of anxiety, soon bowed his head politely before her.
“He is fine. There is no place that poses a major problem, and the remaining wounds will all heal cleanly in a week.”
“By any chance, will there be no scar left?”
Letting out a long breath as if relieved was only for a moment, the dowager duchess threw a question again.
The doctor’s gaze this time shifted to the opposite side, to the face of the young duke who was sitting with an uninspired face.
An appearance so beautiful that an exclamation would truly come out.
Toward the brain of the doctor, who was staring blankly at that figure for a moment, suddenly that shock from a while ago flashed past quickly.
Was it about a week ago.
As he headed toward this mansion, which was a possession of the Cheister family, he had great expectations in his own way.
That was natural, since was he not a man so famous within the kingdom.
A beautiful young man who received the love of the goddess in one body, a man called the incarnation of Adonis.
Hearing that he could see that actual person right in front of his nose, who on earth would not expect it.
Though he had entered the mansion with such swelling expectations, the doctor ended up disappointed at the appearance of Duke Cheister whom he faced.
Eyes swollen tightly, wounds torn and burst fiercely here and there.
Of course, in spite of that, although the original foundation hidden underneath could still be fathomed— it was merely up to that point.
My goodness, Adonis of all things…….
He had made a decision like that, thinking it was merely an exaggerated rumor spread by people who like to inflate things.
That face from which the swelling and bruises had faded was an appearance that made him realize that the rumor was true.
The doctor, who inspected the faintly remaining wounds with his eyes, turned back toward the dowager duchess’s side.
“The wound near the jaw is a bit like that, but even so, it’s to the extent that one wouldn’t know without looking closely…….”
The words that were flowing out calmly ended up blurred at their end at the expression of the dowager duchess that crumpled immediately.
“How dare…… who on earth.”
Though he stealthily glanced out of the corner of his eye at her trembling violently from being unable to bear the soaring anger, in fact, the doctor also fully sympathized with those words.
Who on earth dare lay a hand on that face.
He was no less than a duke, moreover Raymond von Cheister, the young head of the Cheister family that boasted a power matching that of the royalty.
Who on earth within the Kingdom of Ruvake could there be as an opponent to make his face into that state.
As far as he knew, there was not a single person.
To put it bluntly, who on earth dare toward him whom even the King cannot treat carelessly.
When even he, a total stranger, was like this, how much more would the inside of the dowager duchess, his mother, be.
It meant that there was no reason not to understand her being this furious.
“That is enough.”
At the voice dropping heavily, the thoughts that were wandering inside the doctor’s brain scattered away quickly in the empty air.
The first words that came out of the mouth of the opponent who had cast down his chilly gaze and had been without any words until now.
Watching those mysterious eyes that met slowly, the doctor had a premonition.
“You have worked hard.”
That it was now time to make an exit.
The doctor, who bowed his waist politely, packed his house-call bag and quickly exited the parlor.
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At a unpleasant pain ringing in his head, Raymond pressed his temples tightly.
A headache that came at any time without rhyme or reason from some point.
Once it started, he had to suffer from extreme pain for about one or two hours basic, and on days when that degree was severe, it was to the extent that he could not endure without taking a powerful medicine that was effective for pain relief.
Merely that at the recommendation of the doctor not to take it frequently since there was a risk of side effects, he was just trying to endure until he could endure no more.
“I will bring some tea.”
Robin, who was watching that appearance from the side, cautiously addressed him.
Tea brewed from willow bark, tea brewed from drying chamomile petals.
Those, which were used for headache relief, became one of the things Robin had to pack first starting from some moment.
Robin, who stared for a long while at the opponent who was sitting on the sofa without an answer, was just about to turn his body around when.
“Send a letter to Chambrin.”
At the word ‘Chambrin’ that popped out out of nowhere, Robin looked back at Raymond with a puzzled expression.
“To Chambrin……?”
“Since we are pulling the schedule forward to go, tell them to prepare accordingly.”
“…….”
An answer that came out while completely ignoring the words Robin asked.
But it was not because of that that Robin was startled.
Of course, it was not that the duke’s words saying he would go to Chambrin were strange.
Usually from late summer to autumn, the place the duke most preferred was precisely Chambrin.
This time as well, just like last year, going to Chambrin was scheduled that way.
But that was, to the last, an affair two months later.
Of course, although cases where the schedule is pulled forward a little or pushed back also frequently existed, even if that were so, had it not been barely only one month since they moved to this place.
In addition, a bigger problem was that the matter of the duke’s family moving their residence was not a matter that ended with merely one or two carriages.
The attendants who serve them at the closest distance, and even the clothing used by each individual member of the duke’s family and the accessories according to that.
Other than that, to the extent that countless things that cannot be listed one by one move along together— that is to say, to put it simply, it was to the extent that it could be seen as a small mansion moving in its entirety.
Therefore, he was puzzled.
That he would move his residence again suddenly after only about a month.
Honestly, it was to the extent that it couldn’t be understood.
This side was this side, but Chambrin, which would have set all plans knowing it to be two months later, was practically hitting a bolt out of the blue sky.
Robin opened his mouth again after agonizing for a long while.
“The preparations…… would not be fully done yet.”
Even before Robin’s words, which opened his mouth very cautiously, were fully finished, Raymond’s head slowly moved upward.
A heavily crumpled brow, eyes that looked uniquely cold today of all days.
At that fearsome momentum, Robin swallowed dry saliva before he knew it.
“Do as you are told without useless words.”
“…….”
“Go on out.”
Robin, who was twitching his lips invisibly, quickly bowed his head and withdrew at the words telling him to go out.
Raymond, who finally became alone, tilted his head back and leaned his body against the back of the sofa.
Whether there was any strange place, at the persistence of his mother saying she must call a doctor to check, it seemed he had vainly wasted only useless time.
Ha— in the midst of exhaling a long breath, at a pain throbbing suddenly near his cheekbone, Raymond’s brow narrowed.
—When it is an emotion that amounts to only that much, did you act so confidently in front of me?
—Rather what a relief it is. That it ended even like that. Taking responsibility for Deborah with a trust that amounts to barely that degree—
A memory that surfaced along with the pain.
In an instant, force entered tightly into his jaw.
“At that time, I should have just killed him…….”
A sunken, sinister voice flowed out from Raymond’s mouth.
Deborah.
The name of that filthy thing cleanly gouged out from memory.
That name, which he wanted to erase cleanly even by crushing his head if he could do so.
That fellow who made him recall that unpleasant memory again, that he shouldn’t have sent him away alive like that…… Raymond thought and thought again.
The final moment.
If it weren’t for someone who carried that fellow on their back and ran at the moment he was catching his breath for a brief while—
If it weren’t for Edward who held onto his waist and hung on at that moment of all times—
Clearly this time for sure he would have cut off that breath…….
Every time he chewed over that moment, regret rushed in intensely.
It was when Raymond was roughly wiping down his face, as if shaking off the memory that clung filthily.
—Have a good day today too.
“…….”
—By any chance, are you still lacking?
“…….”
—I missed you. Yesterday, and the day before that, and then the day before that too…… every single day, day by day.
“…….”
—Did you…… not miss me?
“…….”
As if a dam had burst, the memories suppressed inside there poured out onto the surface of the water in a single instant.
Things he had cut away and cut away with all his dying strength trying not to recall.
As the memories of that moment, which he thought he had completely forgotten by now, surfaced one by one onto the surface of the water, even things entirely unexpected began to rush in together.
A face that smiled shyly while casting down long eyelashes.
That sweet body scent that wafted to the tip of his nose every time he approached her side.
Even that expression of that time when she conveyed sorrowfully that she missed him.
And…….
Even when tossing and turning all night, once she fell asleep, she who dug into his embrace…….
“…….”
Slowly, Raymond looked down at his hand.
“…….”
As if recalling the texture of that moment when he had tightly pulled that small body into his embrace, just when he was staring at his fingertips blankly for a long while like that.
—Look! What on earth would be the reason that wench cannot make any excuse!
—That whore-like thing approached intentionally from the beginning and played with you, Your Grace!!
Along with the voice of the man who was talking like crazy, that face turned white as a sheet surfaced.
That deceptive appearance of hers merely dropping tears at his crazy words telling her to say it wasn’t true…… to say she knew nothing about it.
The moment that disgusting appearance surfaced, Raymond’s face distorted like a demon.
Crash—!!
At the action that swept over the table in an instant, the sound of something shattering into pieces onto the floor was heard.
Eyes where a dark blue flame arose, Raymond, who was staring intently somewhere, vowed and vowed again.
A thing like you…….
As if he hadn’t known you from the beginning, he would show himself gouging you out that cleanly.
That vow was just like a pathetic scream.
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