Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

“Let’s just keep calm for now.”

Molitia rinsed her face with warm water before calling upon Pillen and Lili to dress her up.

She was dressed in some light clothings, as per her own order. The warm steam that rose from the bath had tinged some color to her previously pallid cheeks.

Molitia then asked the two of them to put on some heavy makeup on her. They were puzzled as it would look too excessive but still, they obeyed her readily.

“Let us hurry.”

“I have a promise to keep.”

Holding the railings as she descended the stairs, she immediately saw Raven’s figure. Molitia quickly glanced upon the men who were standing beside Raven with their resolute pairs of eyes.

“Let me introduce you to them. This is Terrance while this one here is Lyndon. They are my—the Duke’s knights.”

“I humbly greet the Duchess.”

“It’s very nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you from here on out.”

“Did you perhaps send cookies to the Duke before?”

“Lyndon, show some courtesy in front of the Duchess!”

Terrance, the other knight who was right next to him had rebuked him firmly. However, Lyndon was still beaming happily. Upon seeing his playful face, Molitia gave a slight smile.

“Yes, that’s right. How was the taste?”

“Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance to try it. That’s what the Lord…”

“Lyndon.”

Raven’s chilling voice had frozen the air. That was the cue that sealed Lyndon’s mouth. Terrance clicked his tongue under his breath. This time, it might not be enough with just another 20 rounds.

“They don’t take up much time to make. If you don’t mind, would you like me to make some for you now?”

“Really?”

“…Lyndon.”

This time, words weren’t the only ones that flew across. They were accompanied with his icy-cold gaze as well, which had made Lyndon feel extremely threatened.

“But of course, only if you’ll give the best ones exclusively to the Duke first.”

Raven’s eyes were wide-opened at Molitia’s words. His icy-cold gaze melted away immediately in response to her unexpected reply.

“Of course!”

“Then, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and prepare the dessert.”

“…please.”

“Yes, sure.”

Molitia flashed a radiant smile that resembled the fresh spring.

The kitchen was in a state of clamor as the Duchess had made another appearance.

The chef then bravely stepped out, which left his attendants in amaze. Molitia gently told him that she wanted to bake the particular dessert once more thus, making the chef to quickly prepare for it.

Once again, the chef appeared so proud in completing the meringue.

Just as if it was his ultimate aim, he did them in a very swift manner in order to let Molitia use her dainty wrists as little as possible.

Molitia straight away headed to the dining hall after she was handed the tray of dessert. Unlike Raven who was sitting comfortably, his two knights were standing in front of their seats. They seemed to be waiting for her arrival.

“Have you been waiting long?”

“No, Madame. I was talking about work to the Lord, so time went by fairly quick.”

Once Molitia took her seat, only then the both of them sat down simultaneously. Nevertheless, it didn’t seem to be their first time here.

“Do you often eat here?”

“The Lord used to bring the knights who had missed their meals over here. We were also given the chance to receive his grace several times.”

“I’ve also been blessed to eat delicious food over here several times already!”

Molitia chuckled at the individual display of their personalities.

“So have I. He is such a sweet person.”

A sweet person?

At that precise moment, a question mark can be seen to be appearing right above both of their heads. He is sweet. Who is?

They knew that he would absolutely treat her genuinely. Nevertheless, as more people got close to him, the more ruthless he could seem to be. Even the knights on the training ground had nicknamed him, ‘The Incarnation of Devil’.

Both of their gazes fell right on the Duke. The Duke, however, was calmly sipping his pre-dinner wine while ignoring their peering eyes.

‘Your wife must be completely misguided.’

A look of anxiety that was tinged with pity had touched them deeply. The Lady whom they were to serve was full of naïveté. This had made them concerned whether or not she would be able to curb the Lord who was in fact, acrimonious and harsh.