I Don't Need the Grand Duke's Regret - Chapter 57
Rather than be captured by Ricardo, have the child forced into his hand against her will. Living a miserable life where she would be scorned by everyone once again.
She wanted to end everything here.
“No!”
Stab.
The blue blade pierced the white neck deeply. Crimson blood gushed out. Armilla, who was finally liberated, closed her eyes with a smile of freedom.
“No, no!”
Ricardo cried out, holding onto Armilla. Cradling her body, he pressed firmly on the bleeding wound.
“Damn it!”
Ricardo’s eyes were tinged with red. Her body rapidly cooled, and her face turned pale.
It felt like she could die any moment. Ricardo’s heart pounded, thudding through his entire body. Unbelievable. Armilla’s life seemed to slip away from his hands.
“I absolutely cannot allow it.”
Ricardo muttered, tearing his cloak to tightly wrap it around Armilla’s neck.
“You absolutely cannot die without my permission.”
Ricardo, muttering words that would not reach Armilla, placed his hands on her wounds. Spells flowed persistently from him. Then, a purple light spread beneath his hands. Ricardo diligently recited the spell.
He poured out his magic concentratedly, incomparable to when he was treating Armilla’s headache.
“Uht…”
After a while, Armilla’s delicate forehead wrinkled, and a faint color returned to her face.
Ricardo finally showed a relieved expression. As he withdrew his hands, Armilla gasped for breath.
Ricardo carefully assessed Armilla’s condition. Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped.
However, he couldn’t relax just yet.
He swiftly lifted Armilla and held her. He began walking with great strides, his gaze determined.
“I can’t let you escape, Armilla.”
I will never let you go.
Ricardo whispered chilling warnings as he carried Armilla and kept his eyes on her.
* * *
“Doctor! Fetch a doctor!”
A loud crash echoed as the door was kicked open, and the lord’s shout resounded through the mansion. Startled servants rushed to the lobby, expressing shock at the sight of their master.
Ricardo stood there, holding Armilla’s body lump like a lifeless body.
Whether she had been attacked by a wild beast, the blood flowing from her neck soaked her dress entirely in red.
It was truly a gruesome scene.
The Grand Duke holding a dying woman covered in blood.
“What are you doing? Quickly!”
“Yes, yes!”
Responding to Ricardo’s command, the bewildered servants hurriedly moved into action. Ricardo furrowed his brow and headed towards the Black Room.
As the Grand Duke moved, the servants followed suit, opening the door. Ricardo entered the bedroom, gently laying Armilla’s slender body on the large bed. The maids rushed to tidy up the bedding and stoke the fireplace.
In an instant, warmth filled the room. However, Ricardo was dissatisfied with the maids.
“Add more firewood.”
Ricardo touched Armilla’s hands and feet as she gasped for breath. It was too cold. Both her hands and feet.
‘Damn.’
He swallowed the rising curse in his throat. In the meantime, he had noticed Armilla’s pale face or the pitiful appearance of her body.
He had gone so far as not feeding her. When she already eats like bird feed usually.
But at that moment, anger consumed him. He couldn’t tolerate the idea that after providing her a comfortable life under his roof, she would be bewitching someone else.
“I’ve put all of it, Your Grace.”
“Add more. If there’s not enough firewood, bring more.”
“Yes.”
The maids, sweating profusely, continuously added firewood to make the fireplace blaze. In no time, the Grand Duke’s bedroom transformed into a steaming sauna.
Meanwhile, Ricardo tirelessly used his own hands to wipe and stroke Armilla’s hands and feet. Occasionally glancing at the door, he anxiously muttered,
“Why hasn’t the doctor arrived?”
“Your Grace! The doctor has arrived!”
Ricardo’s impatience heightened as Nasir urgently opened the door. With the heated atmosphere, Ricardo got up.
“Hurry, treat her.”
The doctor greeted the Grand Duke and opened his medical bag. Approaching the bed, he looked astonished at Armilla’s emaciated body.
On the black bed, Armilla, lying with her red hair spread out like seaweed, looked like dead.
The black cloth tightly wound around her white neck was soaked with thick blood, and her dress was stained red in several places.
It looked as if she had been forcibly dragged from the river of death.
If it weren’t for the wheezing breath escaping her dry lips, one might believe it to be a corpse.
“What are you doing?”
Upon hearing the Grand Duke’s voice from behind, the doctor quickly regained composure. When the black cloth was unraveled from the white neck, a deep and long scar was revealed.
“I’ve stopped the bleeding with magic.”
Ricardo, standing behind the doctor, spoke up.
The Grand Duke’s presence while observing the treatment made the doctor’s hands tremble. After examining Armilla’s wounds, he politely spoke,
“Fortunately, the wounds don’t appear to be as deep as they look. Since the vital areas were avoided, applying ointment should heal them quickly.”
“But there was severe bleeding.”
“Your Grace, as you well know, heavy bleeding doesn’t necessarily mean a significant injury….”
“Enough with the explanations, just finish the treatment.”
Ricardo, touching his forehead, urged the doctor. The doctor applied ointment to Armilla’s neck and carefully wrapped it with a clean bandage.
While checking her condition during the treatment, the doctor shook his head. At that moment, Ricardo, who had been watching the treatment with fiery eyes, approached and asked abruptly,
“What’s wrong?”
“Her pulse is a bit irregular.”
“Irregular? What do you mean?”
“That is…”
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