I Became a Sick Nobleman-Chapter 97.1 - Black water

“…Ha.”

Fran couldn’t stop the sigh from examining Ruel.

He appeared to have rolled his body’s health backwards once more.

She obviously felt sympathy for the weight he lost again until she opened the door and saw Ruel.

‘Let’s calm down, the Lord has just come back, hasn’t he? He must be fatigued.’

Fran barely held on to the string of reason and slowly cut the bandage wrapped around Ruel’s stomach.

However, as soon as she saw a wound about the size of three fingers, Fran got up from her seat.

Wandering around in that state, going to the banquet.

For a moment, it seemed as if her eyes went dark.

“Absolutely stable! It’s definitely stable! I’ll go to Mr. Billo myself and tell him that I resign! Clearly, I am not needed!”

“Sister, deep breath, deep breath!”

Tierra was busy calming Fran by the side.

“I bet Billo is busy right now?”

Ruel smirked.

Billo was very busy in his absence, no joke on his part.

He hadn’t even heard of the injury yet, but it was obvious that he would nag him to take a break from work.

Fran took a deep breath with great difficulty as her face turned red with anger.

Cassion looked at her pitifully.

“How in the world, how, no, why did the patriarch get hurt like this?”

“It just happened.”

It was a very light remark compared to the wound he suffered.

Fran sighed deeply and sat down again.

“I know that the escort of the Lord is Sir Aris. As a doctor, I think there is a clear justification for scolding his failure to protect you.”

“It’s my fault, so tell me.”

Huh.

Fran was at a loss for words.

Covering for the escort rather than scolding him. He was too soft.

What if something like this is repeated.

Fran cut off all unnecessary words and curses, intending to speak only to the extent that she could without insulting a Lord.

“Sister, calm down.”

Tierra rubbed Fran’s shoulder, which looked like it was about to explode.

“Covering for them doesn’t mean the wound will go away. I say this because this could happen again.”

“I wasn’t covering it up, I was telling the truth.”

Fran closed her mouth tightly.

She was more angry at his calm attitude.

Ruel was the head of the household.

There were always numerous escorts around him.

But the enemy broke through the escorts and wounded Ruel.

There must have been something she couldn’t imagine that occurred.

Fran did not ask for any more reasons for the injury.

“Who did the suture?”

“Originally the surgeon did it.”

“I’ll sew it up again. The wound itself is a complex wound, so the suture was not properly performed. As a result, there are signs that the wound has burst again.”

“…Woa.”

Ruel admired purely.

It was to the point where his trust skyrocketed as she knew only by looking at the scars.

“Tierra, give me the painkiller first.”

“Okay.”

Tierra took out a tool that resembled a syringe, put the medicine in it, and handed it to Fran.

Ruel raised the corners of his mouth when he saw the tool.

“You must have made it.”

“Yes, I couldn’t make it exactly as Ruel-nim said, but I put my brain together with the magic knights and made this.”

Fran fiddled with the syringe and carefully examined Ruel’s countenance.

Ruel, who noticed the gaze, said as if he was satisfied.

“No, this is enough. What do you think? Is it useful?”

‘How would I know how to make medical tools? I thought it would be okay to just mention some technology for my own use anyway, so I asked for a few medical tools to be made by following my memory from a few medical dramas.’

“My lord.”

Fran was smiling broadly as if she had never frowned.

“Thank you very much for allowing me to use these valuable tools.”

It sounded much more pleasant because it was a pleasantry said with only sincerity and without her usual harsh tongue.

“Yes.”

“But apart from this, your condition at this moment is quite stable.”

Fran’s brows wrinkled again.

“The painkiller will go in.”

He only told her how to use the syringe, but Fran was handling it skillfully.

There was a glimpse of the needle-pointed mark in Tierra’s long sleeves that indicated she had practiced several times while he was away from the mansion.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

Ruel nodded, covering Leo’s eyes.

***

“…The cough medicine was useless. That’s what you mean, right?”

“That’s right.”

At Cassion’s words, Fran fiddled with her chin.

Ruel’s cough was even causing chest pain and had to be stopped.

Tierra hesitated and commented.

“The combination was done properly, Sister.”

“How many more are there by any chance?”

“Yes, I’ve made several just in case. I’ll go and give it to you later.”

“That’s done. Mr. Cassion.”

“Speak, please.”

“It can be said that the patriarch has improved, but his health is not as good as before. He has decreased stamina. He didn’t eat properly, and he went on a long trip with a wound that didn’t heal properly. You really need to let him rest for a while.”

“I see.”

Cassion’s brows slightly frowned upon her words.

He had wondered what to do to make Ruel rest.

“Since the Lord is back, let’s finish off his previous medication and in the next three days we will work on creating a stronger dosage of medication that we can administer under careful observation.”

“I’ll deliver it like that then.”

“Sure.”

As soon as Fran and Tierra left for their rooms, Cassion sighed.

‘Let Ruel-nim rest.’

It was difficult.

He turned and headed to Noah’s room, which he had just assigned to Noah.

Knock. Knock.

He was clearly inside, but there was no response.

Cassion simply opened the door and entered.

At that moment, Noah, who was about to jump out of the window, met his eyes.

He gently lowered his legs and gently clasped his hands together.

“I, I opened it for ventilation.”

“Noah.”

“Yes!”

“Follow me.”

Cassion took Noah to the office where Billo usually stays.

Knock. Knock.

“It’s Cassion.”

“Come in.”

As soon as the door was opened, Noah swallowed his dread.

The pile of papers on the desk was considerable.

“…Huh.”

“This is Noah, brought by Ruel as my immediate attendant.”

“Oh, I heard it from Ruel in advance, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Billo, the butler.”

“It’s Noah.”

Noah bowed his head.

“I’m ashamed, but I’m not good at teaching regarding these matters, so I’m here to ask for assistance with him. I’ll take care of some of the papers instead.”

“Oh, will you do that for me? It’s timely since my eyesight has been getting worse lately.”

Billo had a very glad smile.

“…Let’s see.”

Standing up from his seat, he put on his glasses and approached Noah.

He circled around him and smiled lightly.

“I know what your condition is, as an attendant, I will make you do the basics.”

“Thank you. Which ones should I take?”

“Take as many as you want, except for the accumulated ones on the left.”

Cassion said, putting just half the papers in his magic pocket, “Butler, Ruel-nim is calling.”

“I see.”

Not knowing why he was called, Billo was excited as if he were going to see his grandson.

Cassion glanced at him and put the papers in his pocket.

“You come here for a moment.”

Billo called Noah to stand against the wall.

Noah obeyed for the time being, but his face was full of dissatisfaction.

“An attendant shouldn’t show his emotions easily.”

“Emotions are meant to be expressed, aren’t they?”

“That’s right. Emotions are meant to be expressed. I’m saying that being someone’s servant entails supporting and following the master, and your feelings belong to the master.”

“That’s…”

“You have chosen this job and have been paid fairly, so that mouth should now be used for the sake of the owner, not complaining.”

Noah’s eyes moved hurriedly, but the words made sense, so it was difficult for him to refute.

“You stand still there until I come back. You’re going to stand there longer if you move.”

“How do you know if I moved or not?”

“How do you chase your prey in the mountains?”

“That’s it. There’s a trace of the prey running away… Have I told you I’m a hunter?”

“You are the prey now, I am the hunter. Please listen to me clearly so you don’t get caught.”

Billo smiled softly and left the office.

‘…What is it? Are you a mind reader?’

It was not until the door was closed that he swallowed his saliva.

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