I Stole The Duke - Chapter 110
“Ugh.”
A soft groan escaped Olive’s lips. He’d been rejected—brutally and without hesitation.
“I’m already married, and I’m not interested in you. So please, look for someone else.”
“Haa… seriously.”
He had expected some resistance, but hearing it so plainly to his face still stung more than he’d imagined.
“I don’t have anything more to say. I’d appreciate it if you left now.”
Eliana spoke flatly, emotionless, as she looked at Olive, who had his head bowed in defeat.
“I didn’t want to go this far… You’re making me into the bad guy.”
Olive raised his head and swept his hair back. His golden eyes, half-hidden beneath green strands, gleamed like a predator’s.
“What did you just say?”
“Brainwashing.”
A powerful mind control spell activated. He had wanted to avoid this, but if the fairy insisted on being this cold, then he had no choice.
“Sister… leave the Duke. Come to me.”
His voice, now laced with magic, rang out with an unnatural sweetness—as if it could make any wish come true.
“I’ll treat you well.”
If he were the type to give up so easily, he wouldn’t have come this far. Now that it had begun, he was determined to take what he wanted.
“…Sigh.”
Eliana let out a quiet breath.
[Unauthorized intrusion into consciousness detected. User safety system activated. Access blocked.]
Her head pounded as warning messages echoed through her mind over and over. It was enough to make her curse.
“You really are a piece of garbage.”
“…Excuse me?”
Olive became slightly more polite at her insult.
“Do you know what I hate most in the world?”
“What is it?”
“Men with green hair, golden eyes, and a little mole under their left eye. Selfish people who think only their feelings matter. Arrogant types who ignore others’ boundaries. Younger male mages. Yes—you.”
Eliana had reached her limit.
“W-what…?”
Olive blinked, lips opening and closing like a stunned goldfish, as if struck by a barrage of curses—without a single swear word used.
This can’t be… This shouldn’t be happening.
That the brainwashing spell hadn’t worked was unthinkable.
“And by the way… you’re not even better-looking than my husband.”
Crash.
That final blow completely shattered Olive’s world.
“…Wow.”
He was on the verge of tears.
That’s just cruel.
“Get out.”
Eliana snapped and yanked the bell cord without hesitation. Ding-ding-ding. The bell above rattled like crazy.
“I’m going!”
Panicking, Olive scrambled to collect the pieces of his pride and bolted from the office.
This can’t be happening…
Before he knew it, he had wandered into the garden. He felt like laundry that had just been wrung out and hung to dry—soul completely drained.
Thunk!
He kicked a random stone hard.
“Argh.”
His toe throbbed painfully. Yep, this was real. He’d just been completely, brutally dumped by his first love.
No way… No way… NO WAY!
He hadn’t sensed any defense magic. So how on earth had the brainwashing not worked?
Is she… some kind of God?
People immune to mental magic included sword masters, awakened sages, and gods.
That’s it. She must be a goddess…
His steps slowed, and he stopped in place. In a world where all traces of divinity had vanished, where the Twelve Gods were now just myths—could she really be one?
Think, Olive. Could someone that beautiful really be just human?
His mind was racing.
Wait. She said she hates younger male mages… How did she know I’m a mage?
He’d whispered the incantation too quietly to hear. He hadn’t shown any signs that he was a mage otherwise.
Is she really a god? Or maybe… a sage?
He had to find the most likely explanation for her immunity.
The target is within range.
Michalis, who had long since stopped working and been quietly watching from the window, reached for the prototype on his desk.
Click. Tap. Tap.
He poured ignition powder into the six chambers and packed it down with a metal rod. One by one, bullets and tiny flint stones were loaded in.
Don’t move.
The target had stopped in the middle of the garden, lost in thought. Michalis checked Olive’s location one last time and continued his work with steady hands.
Click. Tap. Tap.
This was the new revolver model, rushed into development specifically to deal with mages. It could fire six shots—but reloading took far too long.
Click!
Six minutes later, the final round was in place.
This ends in six shots.
Michalis took a deep breath, picked up the revolver, and assumed a firing stance. If he wanted to take down a mage, it had to be with a shot to the head or neck.
“……”
The pitch-black muzzle lined up with the fake Tower Master’s head.
He made the first move.
Michalis steadied his breathing. The enemy had fired first—cursing him from afar—so returning fire from a distance was only fair.
Bang!
A deafening shot rang out.
God or sage—it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that there’s something about the Duchess…
Still deep in thought, Olive finally reached a conclusion.
Which is why she should be mine. But how do I—
Bang!
The second gunshot snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Argh!”
The pain came all at once. So intense he couldn’t even think—only scream.
“W-What the—?!”
Olive’s hand instinctively reached for his wound, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch it. Blood was gushing out from his shoulder—it had been pierced clean through.
Missed.
It was the prototype’s limitation. Though convenient to carry and capable of multiple shots, it lacked the accuracy of a traditional arquebus.
Click.
But five bullets still remained. Michalis calmly prepared the next shot.
The Duke!?
At that moment, his eyes locked with Olive’s.
Bang!
The second shot fired instantly.
“Argh!”
This time, blood streamed down from his neck.
The recoil’s heavy, and the shot dips too low…
Michalis noted another flaw of the unfamiliar prototype after the second trigger pull.
Click.
In that case, aim 10 centimeters higher.
He adjusted and readied the third shot.
“Damn it—Blink!”
Startled, Olive quickly escaped using a short-range teleportation spell.
“Haah… haah… damn it!”
If that second bullet had landed just a centimeter closer to center, he might’ve died on the spot. If his mind had been any weaker, the first shot alone could’ve caused fatal shock.
“Ugh…”
His vision and mind were fading. If he lost more blood, it’d be over. He had to heal—fast.
“Restore.”
Fighting to stay conscious, Olive cast a healing spell.
Killing him…
As the pain faded and the bleeding stopped, fury surged in its place.
I’m going to kill you, Duke.
Breathing heavily, Olive hid behind a tree, glaring up at the window where Michalis had stood moments before.
If you’re going to try and kill me, you should’ve finished it in one shot.
That had been Michalis’s mistake.
“Storage.”
Olive pulled out his Tower Master’s robe from subspace. It offered stronger defense than most armor—enough to block bullets.
“Blink.”
Calmly regaining focus, he teleported again.
Gone?
He reappeared at the window where Michalis had stood—but the office was empty.
Damn it, where’d he run off to?
Olive’s eyes went wild as he scanned the room, spotting two doors.
Slam.
The first opened into a simple shower room—empty.
Slam.
The second door opened without hesitation, revealing a corridor-style office with an empty desk and a closed door beyond.
What now…?
Olive stepped into the aide’s office, eyes locked on the closed door—when he froze.
Click.
A cold gun barrel touched his head.
“……”
Their eyes met—Michalis was waiting for him, standing against the wall beside the door.
Ah… crap!
Goosebumps raced up Olive’s spine. He’d forgotten—Michalis was a soldier. In battle, the Duke was the expert.
This is the end.
In that split second, Michalis didn’t hesitate. He pulled the trigger.
Click.
No bang. Just the click of failure.
Damn it.
The powder hadn’t ignited. A misfire.
“Body Change.”
Olive whispered his spell just as the trigger was pulled.
Whoosh—
Michalis felt himself being swallowed by darkness—and then everything went black.
Sorry, Duke. Looks like lucks on my side today.
For a brief moment, Olive savored his victory. Then, his mind also faded into darkness.
Bang! Bang!
Two consecutive gunshots echoed through the air.
Gunfire? That sounded close… Could it be Michalis?
The sound came from inside the main estate. Eliana couldn’t sit still—an uneasy feeling pressed in on her.
Please, don’t let anything be wrong.
They were both on the third floor. Rounding the corner in the hallway, Eliana spotted Iadis standing in front of the aide’s office.
She quickened her pace toward Michalis’s office.
“Sir Iadis. Why are you standing outside?”
“I was ordered to remain here until summoned.”
His calm tone was in stark contrast to Eliana’s urgency. In truth, he had been dismissed just moments ago—suddenly and without reason.
“Step aside, Sir Iadis.”
Whatever was happening beyond that door—it couldn’t be good.
“I was also told to allow no one inside.”
“Sir Iadis!”
“I’m sorry, my lady. As the Duke’s chief aide, I must prioritize his orders above all else. I ask for your understanding.”
The aide’s office belonged to the Duke’s personal command. Even the Commander of the Azure Knights couldn’t override its authority.
“Please… open the door.”
“I’m truly sorry.”
Not even the Duchess’s plea could overrule an order from the Grand Admiral. The military was firm in its structure.
I’ll need a magic card.
Eliana hadn’t expected to clash with Iadis like this. But there was no time to argue.
Thud. Thud!
Suddenly, two heavy thumps echoed from within the aide’s office. Something—or someone—had hit the floor.
“……”
Even Iadis’s expression hardened. He had heard it too.
“Michalis! Are you in there?! Are you okay?!”
Eliana shouted with all her strength. There was no way her voice hadn’t reached through the door.
“Your Grace! If you don’t respond, I’ll enter in ten seconds!”
Now even Iadis changed his mind and reached for the doorknob. As a knight and aide, there was only one moment he could justify disobeying his master—when their life was at serious risk.
“……”
Still no answer. Exactly ten seconds later, the door opened—and inside, two men were collapsed on the floor.
“Michalis!”
Eliana ran straight to him, calling out as she knelt by his side.
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