I Don't Need the Grand Duke's Regret - Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Translator: effe
As the heat rose, Armilla tightened her chin. And she bit Ricardo’s tongue as much as he could.
Then Ricardo frowned and stepped back. Red blood dripped from his mouth. Ricardo wiped his mouth with his hand and raised his eyebrows.
“What is this?”
“Please.”
A trembling voice stuck in Ricardo’s ears as he spat the blood in the white snow. Armilla, who had already been messed up with tears, shuddered and said earnestly,
“Please, let me go…….”
“Why are you shaking so much?”
Ricardo, who was watching Armilla closely, brushed her disheveled dark hair back. He added, with a look of annoyance at the blizzard that never abated.
“Cold?”
“Your Grace, you don’t need me anymore. If you are officially married, I will…….”
“Shall we take a bath together when we return to the castle? It has been a long time.”
“Please!”
Armilla shouted at Ricardo, who kept ignoring her. At her desperate cry, Ricardo raised his lips and laughed.
“Let you go?”
Ricardo’s long legs strode forward and closed the distance between them. He glared at Armilla and grabbed her thin wrist.
“Why?”
Veins sprung on the back of the man’s hand as he held Armilla’s hand. Ricardo muttered, looking at her as if he was going to burn her.
“Why should I let you go? You’re mine, why?”
“Let me go.”
A sobbing plea flowed from Armilla’s teeth. The cold wind filled the space between the two.
Ricardo’s sharp eyes, which had been staring at Armilla in silence, suddenly curled.
“That’s enough fighting. Let’s go back.”
A languid smile appeared on Ricardo’s face as he spoke leisurely. Ricardo continued, his eyes flashing.
“Because if you do more here, I’m going to get really angry.”
Armilla took a hard look at his ignorance for her opinion. Then she bit Ricardo’s hand that had been holding her wrist hard.
“What…… !”
Surprised, Ricardo flinched and let go of her hand. Armilla took the opportunity to step backwards and drew a dagger from her bodice.
“Where did you get that dagger?”
Ricardo, who was staring at the back of his hand that Armilla had bitten, looked puzzled.
Armilla did not answer. It was difficult just to keep the tip of the dagger from shaking.
Ricardo laughed as he watched her aim the dagger at him in a clumsy posture.
“You’re scared to death.”
Ricardo spoke leisurely and approached Armilla. For him who was tired of commanding the battlefield, none of this posed a threat.
For Ricardo, this is no different than a child wielding a wooden sword. Armilla was well aware of that fact. So,
“Armilla!”
She brought the dagger to her throat.
“Damn it, put the dagger down!”
Armilla drew the blade against her white neck, drawing a vivid red line. Then Ricardo, who was approaching her, got startled.
He, who had always maintained a relaxed attitude, lost his composure and his face was distorted.
“Are you crazy? You’ll get hurt!”
“Don’t come closer.”
Armilla said resolutely as she gripped the dagger. The blade of the dagger shimmered and reflected in the light. Looking at, Ricardo, who had been ignoring her words all along, froze on the spot.
Armilla glared at him and said sadly.
“If you take a step closer, I will die right here.”
“Okay. I get it. Calm down.”
With Armilla’s intimidation, Ricardo calmed her. He raised his hands with a white face. Showing signs of surrender, he said nervously.
“Damn it, I said I got it. Put down that damn dagger. I will do anything you ask me to do.”
“Let me go.”
“…….”
Armilla’s request did not bore an answer from him. Where did the one who had mocked and frustrated her, only silence came. Armilla sneered at Ricardo who was like a stone statue now.
Will he do whatever she wants? Lies.
Ricardo already knows what Armilla wants to hear most.
She only needs him to say that he will let Armilla go.
That’s it.
That being said, Armilla could love Ricardo again, but he wouldn’t be able to say what she wants. That indifference made Armilla come this far.
“Damn it, Armilla!”
As the dagger dug deep into her neck, Ricardo let out a cry when his patience ran out.
“Put down the dagger.”
“…….”
“If you put down the dagger, I will forgive you for trying to escape. I will buy you anything you want. Whatever you want…….”
Armilla smiled bitterly as she stared at Ricardo who spouted words in disorder.
“I don’t need that.”
Armilla smiled sadly and tensed her hand on the dagger. As she twisted her wrist, Ricardo’s eyes widened as he watched Armilla restlessly.
“Wait…….”
Armilla smiled faintly. And, she took a breath.
“No!”
The moment Ricardo’s cry came. Red blood dripped on the pure white snow. The dagger fell into the snow, and screams mingled with the sound of the wind blowing.
* * *
Help me.
That was the first thing I said to him.
* * *
“Whoa, whoa!”
The sound of the coachman pulling the reins and calming the horses spread throughout the garden. As the golden carriage slowly approached the entrance of the mansion, servants in black uniforms rushed out from inside the mansion. They lined up in a row without a hint of breathlessness and put their hands together neatly.
“Welcome back.”
The butler’s greeting was not pointed to the two-wheeled carriage, but to the dark horse running alongside the carriage.
The man on the horse glanced at the gray-haired butler, then slid his long legs over with ease.
Even when he was getting off the tall horse, the man’s movements were neat and tidy, with no shaking or superfluity. It was as if he was born on horseback.
As the tall man slowly took off his black leather gloves and entered the mansion’s entrance, several maids waiting behind him pursed their lips with flushed faces.
“I’ll wipe the snow off, Master.”
One of the maids mustered up the courage to try to follow the man. Then the butler glared at her with stern eyes.
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