The Duke Only Needs My Child (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 150

People don’t die easily.

Especially those born with an iron constitution even less so.

Herdin looked at his own wrist with indifferent eyes, as if observing someone else’s wound. It was the spot where he’d injured himself a few nights ago while drunk. The deep gash he’d carved into his skin had vanished completely.

That night, after Herdin returned to the capital, Mason—who had been keeping watch over his condition—came to check on him while he slept and found him.

Thanks to being discovered quickly, they said his life wasn’t in danger. Moreover, because a priest had been summoned to treat the wound, not even a scar remained. At this, Herdin scoffed to himself.

Your wounds probably won’t even heal.

Every time he looked at his perfectly healed wrist, an impulse to tear it open again surged through him—just as frequently as thoughts of Blair came unbidden.

“Didn’t you say you were going to meet Sir Felic today?”

Ruth asked Herdin after finishing that day’s paperwork. Herdin answered by simply rising from his seat.

Ruth watched Herdin’s back as he put on his coat, his eyes filled with unease.

Though rare, it wasn’t unheard of for him to inflict wounds upon himself to suppress his mana.

But Ruth and Mason had realized this injury wasn’t merely made to restrain his emotions.

Fearing Herdin might entertain reckless thoughts again, the two contacted Johan—the only person they could somewhat call a friend.

They asked him, “His Grace seems deeply troubled; could you meet him and listen to what he has to say?”

They didn’t mention the incident from a few days prior. No matter how close a friend he was, Johan was still an outsider—and a nobleman. Herdin’s weakness would become Delmarque’s weakness.

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