I Left the Time-limited Villainous Duke Without Saving Him - Chapter 4.2

[T/W: Graphic depictions of violence]

The medical level of this era could be said to be in a transitional period from the Middle Ages to the modern era.

Surgical operations such as cutting the bones, cutting the flesh, and tearing the internal organs were mainly performed, but the concept of disinfection and anesthesia had not been established for long.

One day, Uncle Bob, a retired soldier, said, ‘I’d rather get tortured. Then let them do whatever they want and it’s over’.

The Duke, who looked at me sobbing, clicked his tongue and said.

“Don’t cry, Betty. You washed your head so I could open it up, but look at this, it’s so dirty.”

Does he really have to open my head?

The Duke’s inhumane handkerchief wiped the mix of tears and runny nose that had run down my palms and cheeks. Even in the midst of this, he stayed silent, holding back his laughter as if something made him so happy.

“Now stop crying and lie down. I’m going to put anesthetic cream on your forehead.”

There’s no way I can stand such a terrible thing as a ten-year-old.

‘I’d rather lose an eye!’

I struggled desperately as his hand tried to lay my body back.

“What’s wrong? Be still.”

“Will, will you really cut it with that……saw? My head?”

“Of course I will cut your head. There’s no one else here except you who looks like they’re going to get their head cut because they ate poison.”

“Should…… Should…… ! Should you do it? I just…….”

As I refused, the Duke fussed.

“What are you talking about, Betty! You’re only ten years old, and you want to lose your eye?”

“No, it’s not, it’s not like that……just…… If I don’t have to do the surgery, I…….”

“What, are you serious? Is it better to go blind like this?”

“My eyes…… There’s two of them…….”

“If one is blind, the other one will soon begin to lose its ability too.”

“…… really?”

Acl, don’t get caught being scared!

I shook my head hard to shake the weakness off me.

The Duke, who seemed to be surprised by my thoughts, hesitated a little, then shrugged his shoulders lightly.

“Well, I decided to do the surgery anyway, and your thoughts don’t matter.”

What is he talking about!

The person in question doesn’t want to have the surgery!

I struggled as best as I could, hoping that I could interfere with the operation even in the slightest.

“Noooo way! No surgery!”

“You don’t like surgery?”

“Nope!”

“Do you really hate it?”

“Uuaa…….”

“Then promise me you won’t run away.”

The boy, who held my struggling hand, said in a low voice, hinting me. I nodded, not understanding what were the words coming out of my mouth.

“You have to say it with your own mouth. I’m not going to run away, say it.”

“Kuh……. I’m not, I’m not going to run away!”

“What about hitting my head?”

“Huhp, huu……. Forgive me!”

“Poking my eye?”

“Forgive me! I won’t do it again!”

“…….”

“Huwaaa! Mommy…… Mom…….”

I called my mother, whom I had never seen before, and cried out for her. The Duke, who was looking at me, immediately shouted in surprise.

“No, what is this! Betty! Your left eye is back to normal!”

“Huwee…… ?”

The Duke, who was trying to lay me on the bed, poked out a small hand mirror with a lively voice.

“Look, Betty. Your eyes are as pretty as a fairy!”

Even with tears in my eyes, I grabbed the mirror and looked into my eyes.

Both eyes moved just  fine.

Sniff-

‘What a relief.’

My head, which had been frozen by the fear of surgery, began to slowly return.

The Duke made a fuss for a ten-year-old man who was easy to deceive.

“How in the world can such a miracle happen? The world must have been moved by your sincere promise. Pray hard before you go to bed.”

This da** bast***? (the raws put it as 이 X발X끼가 so i followed suit ehehehe)

I was being serious, but he was pinching other people’s cheeks and pulling them out.

“Duke, you lied didn’t you?”

“Who’s lying? If you doubt others, you will be punished, Betty.”

I couldn’t contain my anger and looked at him. I wanted to crush that smiling face with dimples on both cheeks .

The Duke, who saw my gaze, confessed without hesitation.

“…… Yes, that’s right. I lied.”

“…….”

“I was joking around for fun. It was fun, right?”

“…….”

“It wasn’t fun?”

I stared intently without a word, and he asked again, raising one eyebrow. Telling me to be aware of my position, I quickly lowered my eyes.

What do I, the lowest rank of the maid, have to say?

“…… It was fun.”

“But why aren’t you laughing?”

“Ha.”

“The most rude laughter I have ever heard.”

“…… ha. ha. ha.”

Bad guy.

I should have killed him properly in the well as expected.

“You were glad that even though you were caught trying to run away, things went well because of your angelic master right? Do you know why I kept you alive?”

I shook my head, wiping my eyes wet from tears. I think I got a runny nose more than tears, but it’s probably just my feeling.

The Duke took out another handkerchief and wiped my nose and continued.

“Because this merciful master does not waste any talent in the territory. Especially if that person is a valuable guide.”

What does this mean?

I opened my eyes wide and looked up, and he picked up a fist-sized mineral on a tray. He brought it to my forearm, and then a faint purple light emanated from within the mineral.

“It means you can at least be a C-level guide.”