I Held the Leash of a Blind Beast (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
“I’ll take a look myself in place of the Duke, who can’t even open his eyes. Who knows? Some scheming woman might be wagging her tail, eyeing the Duchy’s fortune.”
It was just as Sabiel was about to yank open the dressing room curtain.
Thud.
Illeon precisely seized his hand. At that sharp motion, Sabiel’s eyes widened slightly.
“You don’t mean to…”
“No. I can’t see.”
Illeon roughly shoved Sabiel’s hand away.
“But even with my eyes closed, your sluggish movements are clear as day.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sabiel grumbled. But already, quite a few people had gathered in the corridor, peering in curiously with great commotion.
“Oh, I’m busy today, so I’ll be off now.”
Sabiel said to Emily.
“Someone without even an eye for fashion insists on buying clothes—how amusing. Do assist him well.”
“Eye for fashion”—literally meaning the ability to see well. At this insult toward Illeon, Emily bowed her head politely and replied courteously.
“Your Grace need not possess an eye for fashion when your wealth is more than sufficient—there’s no issue at all.”
Her veiled jab implying that Illeon was merely throwing money around left the surrounding area hushed.
“Ha, hahaha. Right, right. One must earn as much as possible while one can.”
But Sabiel, misunderstanding her words as directed solely at Illeon, laughed heartily.
“I’ll visit again next time.”
“Please take care, Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”
Emily bowed respectfully, and Sabiel shot Illeon one last glare before leaving the private room.
“It must be hard to work, even with exceptional talent.”
“Thank you for your concern, Your Grace.”
As if the earlier commotion had never happened, Emily quickly gathered a large armful of summer lace fabric and handed it to Illeon.
“This lace was shipped here by sea from the trading guild.”
The wide, thin lace was embroidered with various patterns in a slightly bumpy texture.
“What pattern is this?”
“Purple grapes and vines on white lace.”
“Purple, huh.”
With red hair and blue eyes, this lace would suit her well.
“It would look good on Rona.”
“Yes, indeed. Perfect for Miss Rona.”
At Emily’s words, Illeon smiled.
“Make one summer dress from this as well.”
When he paid the enormous sum not with a promissory note but in gold coins, Emily was overjoyed.
Not long after, rumors spread far and wide about the Duchy’s immense wealth—previously little known, as the Duke had inherited his title young and never returned from the battlefield.
[This is the timeline separator]Silence filled the carriage as they returned to the mansion.
Neither Illeon, nor the butler Bernar, nor Rona uttered a word.
But Bernar and Rona, excluding Illeon, were silently cursing Sabiel with their lips, furious.
‘Who the hell does that guy think he is?’
‘Calling him “that guy” in front of His Highness the Crown Prince! Well said, Miss Rona.’
‘Seriously, I’m so angry I could burst. What’s so great about the Crown Prince compared to Lord Illeon? Aside from having an emperor for a father, that is.’
Rona, unafraid even of uttering words that bordered on treason.
‘He’s not even comparable to His Grace. He’s merely someone who wastes flour in the palace.’
Bernar, joining Rona’s royal slander without batting an eye, displayed perfect harmony.
The butler wore a sorrowful expression.
‘That fool used to avoid our Lord entirely, not even daring to speak before His Grace was injured.’
‘Is he really that insane? How can someone treat a sick person like that?’
‘I’ve often thought that for the Empire’s future, it would be better if His Grace ascended the imperial throne.’
Just as their muttering grew so intense their breathing became ragged—
“Enough. Be quiet.”
At Illeon’s words, Rona and Bernar snapped their mouths shut.
“What were you two whispering about?”
“Herbal tea.”
At Rona’s glance, Bernar chimed in supportively.
“Miss Rona said she’d prepare a tea good for Your Grace’s eyes.”
“You’re both treating me like a fool.”
Illeon gave a soft chuckle.
“Speaking ill of Sabiel because of me isn’t wise. Treason against the royal family isn’t a light matter. So don’t worry too much.”
Illeon’s calm expression was slightly weathered.
As if to say: this isn’t the first time; I can’t get angry every time. Those who insult you hold higher status—don’t defy them. I’m fine, so please, don’t.
“That’s impossible.”
At Rona’s words, both Illeon—who couldn’t see—and the butler turned their eyes toward her simultaneously.
“I am Your Grace’s servant, after all. Even just now, if I’d been fully dressed, I could’ve won.”
If she hadn’t been in her undergarments, she would’ve leapt out immediately and punched the Crown Prince.
“Precisely. Had Miss Rona not been changing clothes, she surely would’ve won.”
What’s this, butler? Such weak words. Did you never consider throwing a punch yourself? Though suspicion flickered in her mind, Rona was satisfied to see Illeon’s expression soften.
Soon, the carriage arrived at the Ducal Mansion. Just like yesterday, a light rain was falling.
“I’ll fetch an umbrella.”
“Rona got drenched yesterday, so wait here.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
The butler dashed toward the mansion for an umbrella. As Bernar moved away, Illeon’s face dimmed as if a light had been extinguished.
“Lord Illeon… are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
As he spoke, Illeon leaned toward Rona, who sat across from him.
Thump.
His forehead touched her shoulder.
“The floor must be slippery from the rain.”
“Yes, it is.”
“This isn’t me leaning—it’s me slipping.”
Soon, Illeon began to sob quietly.
Shoulders once as solid as fortress walls and as tall as mountains now trembled faintly.
Rona’s shoulder grew damp with his tears.
[This is the timeline separator]Illeon barely touched his dinner before retiring early. Thanks to this, Rona could leave work quickly, and as she closed his bedroom door, she let out a sigh.
“The Crown Prince?”
That man—did he get hit in the head by a stray bullet somewhere? How shocked she’d been when he approached to pull open the curtain while she stood there in her undergarments, utterly flustered.
That rude, shameless man is the Empire’s heir? How terribly unlucky. Just seeing the Crown Prince made the Empire’s future crystal clear.
“Sabiel. Sabiel must be the secondary male lead.”
Moreover, it was said he was currently in the midst of marriage negotiations with Karina, who had fled her role as the female lead.
“To think he’d be such a womanizer.”
Rona, furious, began plotting revenge against Sabiel. She’d diligently save her wages from the Ducal Mansion, open a respectable shop in the capital, then amass enough money to either buy a noble title or become an adopted daughter of some house—any way to gain access to the royal palace.
Then, once she could enter the palace herself, she’d throw a money envelope right in the Crown Prince’s face and shout, “Never show yourself before my child again!”
“Illeon, just wait a little longer. I’ll make you see again. I promise.”
Just as Rona steeled her resolve with a huff—
She felt an inexplicable sense of unease. What was it? Like she’d forgotten something vitally important.
“Ah! I’m insane. Absolutely insane.”
She’d completely forgotten about the medicinal herb blooming in the garden.
That suspicious clump of weeds surviving in the garden was truly a stroke of miraculous luck—normally, any unknown weed sprouting would be immediately pulled out by the gardener.
But the elderly gardener had grown frail with age, so his wife Nie now cared for both her husband and the Ducal garden alone. Since few guests visited anymore, she meticulously tended only the front garden of the main mansion, leaving the rear garden half-neglected.
“This is the —— herb.”
“The —— herb?”
“Perhaps… this might help you. You’re truly fortunate. They say this flower wilts when touched by rain and only blooms in dry seasons.”
No matter how many times she tried to recall, she couldn’t remember the herb’s name. Ugh.
But more importantly—if it wilted in the rain, and it had rained both yesterday and today…
Until now, Rona had visited the rear garden every night to check on the plant.
But yesterday, she’d been dragged off and locked in the bath by Illeon, and today, preoccupied with serving him after his unpleasant encounter with the Crown Prince at the tailor’s, she’d completely forgotten.
A lump rose in her throat.
Tears suddenly threatened to spill. What if, because of her carelessness, Illeon lost his chance to regain his sight? She’d be haunted by guilt for the rest of her life.
‘He’s suffering so much already.’
Enduring undeserved humiliation, trampled by those with ill intentions—just the thought of having to witness this endlessly made her blood boil.
Rona collapsed onto the ground before the bush where the herb grew.
“Oh, what do I do…”
Tears streamed down Rona’s cheeks.
Petals were falling from the once-plump bloom.
The moment she saw the half-wilted petals scattered on the ground, Rona felt she might go mad.
The flower, which had glowed with a mysterious, radiant light, now drooped as if bowing its head, flickering faintly.
In that instant, she instinctively knew—if that light vanished, the herb’s potency would be lost.
Rona immediately plucked the plant. Miraculously, even after being uprooted, the glow on the flower remained. Quickly gathering even the fallen petals, Rona dashed back through the rain toward the kitchen’s back door.
“A pot.”
Only large ones met her eyes, making Rona stomp her feet in frustration. Soon, she found a small pot used for warming milk in the corner, filled it with water, and tried to light the stove—
But it was late, and the head chef had already left; the kitchen was cold and devoid of even a single ember.
“What do I do? What do I do?”
Stay calm. Rona suddenly remembered Illeon’s room. Because of the continuous rain and sudden chill, a fire had been lit in the Duke’s bedroom fireplace.
Holding the pot of water and the uprooted herb, Rona ran to Illeon’s room. The noisy opening of the door, burdened by her hands, startled Illeon awake from his bed.
“…Rona?”
Without waiting to reply, Rona thrust the pot into the fireplace and watched anxiously for the water to heat.
Soon, steam began rising from the warmed water. The flower in her hand was nearly dim, its light flickering weakly. Desperate, Rona dumped the entire plant—roots, fallen petals, everything—into the water.
After placing the pot back over the fire to boil a bit longer, Rona slumped in exhaustion.
‘What was I even worrying about?’
Worrying over water temperature, which parts were usable as medicine, how to prepare the herb—how pathetic it all seemed now.
Pop.
A sudden popping sound nearly made Rona drop the pot.
“What… is this?”
The herb she’d placed in the pot had dissolved without a trace. But the concoction’s color was strange. When poured into a cup, a thick, black liquid oozed out slowly. However she looked at it, the suspicious tea didn’t seem healthy at all, so Rona brought it to her nose to sniff.
“Hah! Cough, cough!”
The sharp, pungent smell stung her nose, making her body recoil uncontrollably into a sneeze.
‘Can this even be drunk?’
Anxiety flooded Rona. It didn’t seem like proper medicine at all. Just as she stood helplessly—
“What are you doing here?”
Illeon had quietly approached from behind and asked.
“I was trying to make herbal tea…”
Suddenly, Rona’s eyes stung.
“It seems I’ve ruined it…”
She felt like bursting into tears. She resented Karina for straying from the original plot. If Illeon couldn’t regain his sight, she’d never forgive her.
Illeon sat beside Rona, who was crouched on the floor, and carefully reached out to feel her arm. Sensing the warmth radiating from the cup in her hand, he placed his hand over hers, which gripped the handle.
Watching Illeon bring the cup to his nose, Rona’s tears rolled down silently.
Don’t drink it—it’s ruined medicine.
He already seemed worn down, his very character eroded by just two years. If he lived like this for ten more years, she couldn’t imagine whether he’d still be able to protect himself as he did now.
Just then—
Illeon put the cup to his lips and began drinking it in one breath, without even pausing to breathe.
“No! Lord Illeon! Don’t drink it!”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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Haha, just picturing this is so hilarious. Imagine Duke Illeon fan girling.
The real blind guy is here; calling someone else’s woman his 😂