I Became The Monster Duke’s Second Wife - Chapter 63

At that time, her eyes, which had been forcibly pulled by the soldiers, gleamed as if she had woken up from a dream the moment she faced Owen, who was looking at her.

Soon, she twisted her tied body around and shouted at Owen.

“Duke Felix! You beast! You monster! I’m corrupted because of you! You’ve made me weird, you devil!”

With her beautiful face viciously contorted, she poured all kinds of curses on Owen, who was staring at her silently.

As vulgar accusations that could hardly be called noble words erupted from her mouth. Listening to that, the faces of the soldiers holding the ropes tied to her distorted.

But Owen approached the table with the long sword, with a cold sneer, as if he were used to it. Then, slowly holding a long sword in his hand, Owen turned and walked towards her, who was constantly cursing like a madwoman, shouting at him as “Duke Felix,” over and over again.

Suddenly, her expression changed dramatically.

As Owen got closer to her, a strange smile began to appear on her grimly distorted face.

After that, when Owen stood in front of her, she said to Owen, looking as if she had met a long-awaited lover, with a longing and anxious face.

“Ah, are you finally looking at me? Duke Felix, I’ve been waiting for you.”

“…….”

“You’re not going to that d@mn little monster anymore, are you? You’re not going to talk with that blunt, messy knight, are you?”

“… … Yes.”

“Ah, I was waiting for you to say that! You’ve realized that now, haven’t you? That you are mine!”

Owen smirked coldly at the way she was genuinely delighted with his mocking reply.

What happens when this crazy woman finds out that what she is seeing is not Duke Felix, but Owen himself?

He looked down at the beautiful face of the “former Lady Reina” who had lost her self-identity as a human being, once gone crazy by the maddening possessiveness for Duke Felix and the other time by the confusion magic spell of Duke Alberton.

“Not once or twice, but it’s very unpleasant to hear her look at me every time for Duke Felix. Duke Alberton, did you have to cast a spell of confusion on her?”

“Yes. The only way to use the sacrifice which did not win Duke Felix’s heart and the ‘complete curse’ was not instilled is to put her into the illusion that Your Highness is Duke Felix. Only then will the magical power feeds on the strong attachments of the sacrifice to prevent the ‘curse of the First Lord’ flowing through the blood of Your Highness.”

“…….That’s terrible.”

“Some sacrifices are indispensable to protect Your Majesty’s noble life.”

Owen was disgusted again by the sight of Duke Alberton uttering horrific words casually.

The magic of Duke Alberton slowly drives women crazy by mixing their greed for a human that cannot be thrown away until death. And the cursed magic that encourages that greed is in the ‘blessing spell’.

And even his own weak body that uses that magic to take the lives of crazy women and temporarily escape from the ‘curse of the first lord’.

There was not a single thing that wasn’t disgusting.

Owen pressed on something that seemed to make him sick, raised the sword he was holding in his hand and walked towards the woman.

And Owen lowered the sword he was holding straight at her while looking at her with greedy eyes.

“……!”

Hot, red blood was spurt over Owen’s face and body.

At that moment, he felt the terrible pain that had been corroding him from within for days before slowly dissipating.

Owen threw his sword on the floor and looked down at the slowly dying of life in the eyes of a beautiful woman who had been glistening greedily until a while ago.

A faint sense of guilt in his insensible gaze flashed for a moment. But soon after returning to his expressionless face again, Owen turned around, wiping the blood from his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Duke Alberton, heal her.”

“Oh my, once more? Your Highness, it would be better for you to let her die like this.”

“Didn’t you say that the current Duchess Felix is ​​not completely cursed yet? I will need a sacrifice to attach my life to it until the curse is caught and I can completely purify the cursed blood that flows through my body.”

“… … Alright. I will do as you wish, Your Highness.”

When Owen pointed it out in a cold voice, Duke Alberton made an eerie expression on his face for a moment.

If that crazy sacrifice doesn’t die like this, the spell on the crown prince will last a little longer, and he has to repeat the troublesome thing even though he doesn’t like it. Duke Alberton had such a feeble sympathy for the Crown Prince because of this, every time he had to repeat the troublesome task, he became annoyed.

However, Duke Alberton skillfully concealed such motives and soon followed the will of the “noble” Crown Prince Owen. He approached the dying woman and cast a recovery spell.

Then, little by little, the light of life began to return to the eyes of the woman who was bleeding and dying. Owen glanced briefly down at her pale skin, which was slowly coming back to life, and turned his head away.

Before long, when the woman who had been dead had exhaled out her breath, Duke Alberton shook her without any regrets and made her get up.

Duke Alberton pointed to the woman whose eyes were closed, as if she was about to faint, and said to the soldiers.

“Take her away.”

“Yes, sir.”

At that order, the soldiers dragged the woman like a piece of luggage and disappeared out of the stone chamber.

Owen walked tiredly to the bed in the stone room and sat there leaning his back. On a day like today, when a sword was stabbed into the body of the sacrifice and he was covered in blood. He felt so exhausted that he didn’t even want to lift a finger with a terrible sense of shame.

He shouted, staring coldly at Duke Alberton who was slowly approaching him.

“Get out of here for today, Duke Alberton.”

“… … Before I leave, I have one thing to tell you.”

“What is it?”

There was a hint of annoyance in Owen’s voice as he asked back to Duke Alberton’s words. Duke Alberton frowned slightly but soon answered his question calmly as if it had never happened.

“I heard a rumour the other day.”

“Rumour?”

“Yes. … … It is such a rumour that Your Majesty has urged the Emperor to renounce his engagement to my daughter Marianne.”

Duke Alberton did not miss the distortion of Owen’s expression. Indeed, it was exactly what the ‘Owl’ had seen and heard.

After that, Duke Alberton smiled coldly. It was inconceivable that he dared to harbour such a sentiment. Duke Alberton spoke to Owen in a tone mixed with a subtle threat, as if he were a viper crawling through the bushes.

“You must not forget it, Your Highness. What kind of devotion our Alberton family have made for your sake and for the Imperial Family.”

“… … Of course, I have not forgotten.”

“Yes. Never forget, Your Highness. Now that the curse on Grace can no longer be undone. And the dedication that this Alberton has made to complete the ‘curse’.”

Owen was not unaware that a warning of betrayal was hidden in the words of Duke Alberton, who repeatedly insisted that the curse was irreversible, asking him not to forget his “commitment”.

He stared coldly at Duke Alberton, who looked at him like an owl watching his prey in the dark. Then Duke Alberton smiled like a snake and bowed slowly to show his courtesy.

“Then I’ll be leaving. Your Highness.”

Duke Alberton then quietly walked out of the stone chamber without a sound of footsteps.

Left alone in the darkroom with a thick, bloody smell, Owen let out a sigh of anger and slammed his fist on the bed.

‘When the hell will this d@mn thing get over?’

In order to break one curse, another curse is placed on someone, and the cursed curse is placed on another person, a tragedy that follows the lives of those who have already been cursed.

D@mn situations that drive someone crazy enough to die and get killed to keep one life alive.

That was the entity that created the “Monster Duke,” and the identity of the “True Monster” who created it was Crown Prince Eugenius Clive.

Owen crouched down in his blood-soaked body, in agony, recalling the curse that has entwined him like a chain.

A curse from which he can’t escape even if he wants to.

A life where he cannot live or die as he pleases, and he cannot have the person he fell in love with for the first time in his life.

Owen resented and cursed his situation, but he despaired every time that he could not escape.

This was because he hated and cursed his Father and Mother, who had begun this terrible tragedy, but at the same time loved them very much.

‘They should have known nothing. Neither the power of the previous Duke Felix nor the secret behind aunt’s death.’

And it should have been some other foolish Duke, not Duke Alberton, who uncovered the secret.

If it had been, rather if that were the case. There would have been no need to be drenched in the blood of women who had died or gone crazy every time, nor would he have been threatened by the wretched Duke Alberton.

“Argh! Aaargh!”

Owen screamed as he vomited, tearing his messy hair out.

A monster, he himself is a terrible monster. He can’t live without killing someone, and he can’t escape the curse without cursing someone.

No one will love him like that. No one can save him. He remembered a woman who he thought would be the only ray of light in such a terrible situation where his own ray of light did not shine.

“… … Grace Alberton.”

The only woman who said that she truly loved the “Monster Duke”.

He believed that she would be able to love him. He thought that if she were a broad-minded woman who could love that monster, she would love a monster like himself with all her heart.

However, in order to carry on this life, he must kill her.

‘I must find a way to get it back. Alberton, without him knowing, as soon as possible.’

The monster wanted a love like any other ordinary human and could do anything foolish for it. He was also ready to throw something for her.

Owen’s eyes gleamed with greed that he couldn’t let go of while despairing once again at the curse from which he couldn’t escape.