Duke's wife

Chapter 12

She had asked a question regarding all of the women who apparently had ties with Duke Felix, 'Did something unfortunate happen after they met someone?'

There was no solid physical evidence or circumstantial evidence, but Sally didn't say it clearly.

But after thinking alone, Grace's conclusion was; if the 'Curse of Duke Arthur Felix' is not innate, but someone was trying to frame him, it must have something to do with the wedding celebration. At the thought of it, Grace was suddenly scared. As she bit hard on her lower lip, Arthur, standing next to him, folded his correspondence and said to Sir Oliver.

"...it's been over a week since our wedding. But celebrating it now, I don't know how to feel about this."

"Your Excellency is a special servant and relative. So I think this marriage is something that I would like to truly bless."

"Blessing, I wonder if this is truly an event to bless my marriage. I'm sure the royal family and nobles who are there will be talking about me and my wife behind our backs. Will Lord Alberton's blessing spell win, or will my curse win?"

".......!"

"S-sire! That's not the case."

Arthur's mouth, with his cool voice spitting out these words, was firm.

Grace felt a chill run down her spine again. Arthur also seemed to be thinking that, 'After attending a wedding party, my bride or fiance would die or go crazy.'

'Did that mean he knew where the curse came from? Was he sure there was something about the wedding celebration?'

Grace looked at Arthur, her eyes shaking.

If that was the case, it wasn't Arthur that she should be most afraid of. She also needed to revise her own "plan."

Just what was the truth behind this curse? Who was the curse attributed to, and if the curse was cast at the wedding celebration, why did he continue to attend? And why didn't he explain the curse?

'What the hell is the real truth? I want to know. I want you to say something that's good enough to help me.'Grace stared at Arthur, swallowing dry saliva. Again, she wanted him to tell them about the 'truth'.

"Just joking, Sir Oliver. I also don't think your Majesty would make such an event to mock this poor servant." But Arthur turned away with a bitter smile while saying so. Grace sighed secretly with a slightly discouraged look on her face.

Sir Oliver replied to Arthur, with a stiff look, "...of course. Your Majesty wouldn't do that. There's no servant as faithful to your Majesty as you are."

"But apart from his sincerity, this wedding celebration is not very welcome. Can't you write me a letter saying no, Sally?"

"...you know that's impossible, Your Excellency. He's already sent a letter with a date."

"... this is a very difficult situation. Can't you tell him that I can't attend a wedding party alone?"

"......what? What do you mean? You're going to attend alone?" Grace asked back in surprise at Arthur's remark as if she were confused. Arthur gazed at her and answered, "How long will the bride last, when and how will Duchess Felix die?"

"......!"

"They will not speak out, but they will probably all look at you with that cruel curiosity. Are you confident you can handle those eyes?"

"Ah..."

"And I heard you already know that it is Duke Alberton who blesses us. I've heard that you had an uncomfortable relationship with him."

Arthur's blunt words were cold to hear at first glance, but there was faint consideration in them.

Grace felt her face turning red again at his consideration, which was unfamiliar to her. It was the first time that someone thought of her position first... 'No, wake up. Don't get distracted.'

Grace, soon, regained her mind. She shouldn't have thought too much about Arthur's words a while ago.

'Don't forget. I returned from death to live as a "Grace," not as "Grace Alberton" nor as "Duchess Grace Felix. I have to go to the celebration to get out of here safely as planned.'

Of course, unlike when she first made the plan, she became attached to Leon, and had strange feelings towards Arthur. So, she slightly revised her plan from a few days back.

She said she would be the last 'Crazy Duchess' in this Felix mansion.

'If Leon is no longer to be hurt and raised, I must be the last to die or go crazy.' For him, she needed access to the substantive truth. Grace sent a gaze to Leon in her arms, who stared up at her with his pretty odd-eyes, and said after laughing, "You don't have to worry about that. I'm also used to those eyes."

"...are you used to it?"

"Yes, you were right when you said that I had an uncomfortable relationship with the Albertons. Indeed, 'uncomfortable'. More specifically, they looked down on me unilaterally, but I'm used to it. Their eyes were also filled with cruel curiosity."

"So don't worry about me. And anyway, the Emperor's orders cannot be disobeyed."

'Yes, just like how I ended up dead when I disobeyed his orders to marry you.' Grace added calmly in her mind, feeling her whole body shaking at the vivid memory of "death" again.