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The next day, Jenny carefully knocked and came in.
“Young Lady.”
As I was looking at the book, I raised my head and she said with a slightly surprised face.
“The Madam sent a gift.”
“Gift?”
“Yes… She heard that the young lady likes sweets.”
I don’t remember saying that.
‘Wait.’
On second thought, on the first day, I had said that to Viscount Ferelmen. Surely the Duchess must have asked him what I liked.
“So the madam sent you a strawberry cake.”
“Oh, is that so? Then, I will eat well.”
“But the size…”
I almost fainted when I saw the tray Jenny was pushing carefully. I’ve never seen such a big cake in my life. I think everyone could eat a piece of it if I brought it to the nursery.
I opened a short note on the cake with trembling hands.
[Message – I was very refreshed this morning because I slept well. I heard you like sweets. I send you a small gift in hopes that you have a good afternoon.
I’m trying to get the Imperial Palace’s chief dessert chef, so wait a bit.]
A small gift? The Imperial Palace Chief Dessert Chef!?
No matter how rich the Cerseus Duchy was, it was a shocking scale. I muttered with a perplexed look.
“I think I can eat this for three months and ten days.”
“If you don’t like it, she told me to return it to the kitchen immediately and dismiss the chef.”
“Oh, no.”
I just got to know her not long ago, but it was true that the duchess was extremely odd.
Anyway, I couldn’t eat it all alone. I even felt like I had to eat it for a few days. I was contemplating for a moment then clapped my hands and said suddenly.
“Then can I eat it with Erhan? It’s too much for me alone.”
I’m sure he’s doing nothing in his room, anyway.
‘The more you lie down, the more you lose energy and your body becomes limp…’
I’ll have to get close to him quickly so that I can execute my plans.
There was a difference in status, so I had to wag my tail first.
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“My mother sent you a cake?”
Erhan asked with his head tilted.
“Yes.”
I gave Erhan a piece of cake and said, eating three bites.
“I helped her last night because she couldn’t sleep well.”
“How?”
“Why?”
“…I can’t sleep well at night either.”
“That’s because you don’t move much and you don’t see the sunlight.”
I added calmly.
“Sir Erhan’s headache is a little different from Madam’s headache.”
“But…”
“If you can’t sleep, would you like me to help you sleep well tonight?”
Erhan stared at me.
“You’re amazing.”
“Yes?”
“You said that yesterday. You’ll be able to get recognition from my mother.”
“Oh, it’s not much.”
I answered back nonchalantly.
“You can just look at it in a context where I don’t lie.”
“Alright.”
Erhan nodded as he ate the last piece of the cake.
“I will listen to you. So make sure I can sleep well tonight.”
“Shall we? Give me your hand for a second…”
Holding hands was the easiest way to check someone’s mana.
I took his hand inadvertently and was surprised.
“S-Sir Erhan?”
I jumped up and touched his forehead. I thought it was okay to talk casually and eat cake.
“Doesn’t your head hurt? Why didn’t you tell me when you had such a fever?”
I thought I could tell if someone was sick just by looking at their complexion, but I didn’t notice it at all.
“…” (Erhan)
Erhan quietly avoided my eyes.
“No way, are you afraid I’ll be bothered..? Like all the assistants?”
“My mother said I shouldn’t show my weakness to strangers easily.”
“But the Young Master is sick and young.”
I quickly got him up and laid him on the bed.
And I urgently asked the maid passing by the hallway to bring me a fever reducer, all kinds of herbs, notes, and pens.
Lying on the bed, Erhan asked quietly.
“…Do you know why I’m sick?”
“To be honest, I don’t know.”
I tried hard to diagnose it, but I couldn’t find a disease. If it were an easy disease, Ferelmen would have already noticed.
Once every 30 minutes, I carefully documented his mana flow and the effects of various prescribed herbs.
Lying in bed and taking medicines relieved his tension, and the color he had hidden began to appear on his face. Under these conditions, it was obvious that we would not be able to have dinner.
I replaced a cold towel on his forehead several times when the fever began to rise.
“… Go. I’m okay with this much pain. It will get better soon.”
He opened his eyes while saying the words like it was normal, he seemed familiar with hiding this level of symptoms.
“It’s not about getting better, it’s about getting used to it. And when you get used to the disease, your body gets worse and worse.”
I said while putting my cold hand from washing the towel on his cheek.
“Go to sleep for now. And this pain isn’t all right.”
“Anyway… You won’t be able to cure it.”
“But it’s going to be a little better right now.”
“What’s the difference if I’m going to be sick again?”
“If I do my best, you’ll feel a little better.”
I grabbed his slender wrist and injected him with cerebrospinal fluid.
“I did my best as a genius, so you can’t help but recover.”
“…”
“I will definitely cure you, please believe in me.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I’m worried about you. This is a doctor’s true mission.”
I grinned and patted him on the shoulder.
The shot had the effect of a sleeping pill, so he slowly began to blink.
Once his maddening mana is put to rest, his body will be much more relaxed.
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It was almost dawn when Erhan opened his eyes.
It was in the afternoon that he had tea time with Lise, who brought the cake, so he must’ve slept for more than 12 hours.
The chronic headache that had been bothering him had disappeared and his head was clear.
He originally gave little importance to the people who went to the castle.
In particular, Ferelmen’s assistants quit so much, he was even less interested in them.
He often felt that they were annoyed by his frequent illness, especially when they were measuring his fever or delivering medicine on Ferelmen’s errand.
So from some point on, he began to endure the pain alone without pressing the bell for the assistant. It won’t get better completely anyway, and he didn’t want to show his weakness to strangers.
The Duchess was busy governing the estate and raised him strictly, so he was used to being wary rather than childish.
Of course, he didn’t expect much from the young assistant this time either…
When she approached him to play ball together, it was rather nice that she was his age.
But she was so affectionate that he thought it would be difficult and sad when she left.
The said little girl of the same age, was recognized by the picky Ferelmen and she won his mother’s heart that was like an iron fortress…
He was frankly pleased when Lise came with the cake. So he didn’t want to show the pain even more.
However, Lise immediately noticed that his condition was not good, and immediately began to take action.
Erhan stared at her, sleeping with her face on his bedside.
‘The towel on my forehead was still cold. She must have cared for me all night.’
No assistant stood by him all night for a “disease that would never heal.” After administering the medicine prescribed by Ferelmen himself, they would just tell him to call them if anything happened, and would soon leave the room.
Erhan’s eyes turned to the note next to Lise. His condition, which changed every half an hour, was well documented. Even the mana’s change, response to the herbs, was very meticulously noted down.
‘If I do my best, you’ll feel a little better.’1
Her words of doing her best to make him even a little better seemed true.
Erhan unintentionally stroked her disheveled brown hair. It seemed that he had already given some affection to this new little assistant. (ryu: OMG YOU’RE SO CUTE I WANNA KEEP U)