I Accidentally Resurrected My Dead Husband - Chapter 85

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Chapter 85
“I keep going in circles and can’t find a way out.”
Beichi showed the medicine he’d made to Udith and Ern when they returned to the Manor. His face, etched with anguish, looked decidedly unwell.
“What if we treat them one at a time?”
“If I neutralize the toxin from the corpse’s fat first, the Nicar Antidote will keep triggering rashes. Conversely, if I neutralize the Nicar first, the corpse’s toxin will cause severe itching, wounds won’t heal, and pus forms.”
So they had to treat both simultaneously somehow, but using both medicines at once rendered them ineffective—it was maddening.
“What if you consulted with other physicians?”
“That does seem like the best approach.”
Udith wanted to help Beichi, but her medical knowledge was shallow. Beichi reassured her instead, saying the Pharmaceutical Texts she’d found had been invaluable to him. While they spoke, Ern gazed quietly at the two medicine bottles sitting on the desk.
“But isn’t one of these a liquid and the other an ointment?”
Ern himself had little medical knowledge. Still, he could at least distinguish between a potion and an ointment.
“Then just drink one and apply the other.”
To Ern’s mind, this crisis hardly seemed worth agonizing over. At his straightforward words, Beichi opened his mouth to respond but froze entirely.
“…Eh?”
He’d meant to say it wasn’t that simple, but—wait, maybe this could actually work. Beichi tilted his head, rose to his feet, and picked up both medicine bottles.
“Drink one, apply the other?”
Why hadn’t he thought of that? Medicines were made to be taken or applied, after all.
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“It works.”
“Much better.”
Naturally, at first there was no certainty whether the treatment would succeed, and other side effects were possible. But Henry volunteered to test it himself, saying that even if it were poison, it beat living like this.
Henry drank the improved Nicar Antidote that Beichi had refined and applied the Dragon and Cactus Extract Ointment. He drank and applied it three times a day, and by the next morning his face had visibly improved.
“How’s the itching, Henry?”
“Much better, sir. It’s not gone entirely, but compared to a few days ago, I’d hardly call this itching anymore.”
Henry’s voice rang with vitality. Udith brought the medicine to the Looman brothers as well, and they too showed improvement within a day. After more than two days of taking the medicine, a scab formed on Henry’s face—a sign that the wound would dry, bleeding would stop, and new skin would grow.
Word came that the Looman brothers were also steadily recovering. Beichi and Udith decided to watch for a week before releasing the medicine to the public.
“I’ve also created an Arthritis Medicine, but I need someone to test it.”
Since the cosmetic treatment had proven effective, they could reasonably expect the arthritis remedy developed from it to work as well, but Beichi still wanted to conduct a trial.
Udith and Ern set out to find Cain, carrying the Arthritis Medicine, to ask whether there was a victim willing to participate. At the entrance of the Security Administration they’d come to, Udith encountered another character from the original work.
White hair, white beard, a lined face, yet bearing the stature and commanding presence of a young man—Zelard, Commander of the 1st Knight Order and called the empire’s pride.
“Ern Rainlandt.”
“It’s been a long time, sir.”
“Your face seems even shinier than it used to be.”
And he was also the man who’d expelled Ern from the 1st Knight Order in a single day upon seeing his lack of promise.
The moment Ern laid eyes on Zelard, his brow furrowed. Zelard had greeted him first anyway.
“You’ve got joint problems, I hear, yet you walk about just fine.”
Ern glanced sidelong at Zelard’s knees.
“If it hurts, you should rest at home. Why have you journeyed to the Security Administration? Come to harass Marquis Mosley?”
“I’ve already heard that the Marquis has been going about with you. They tell me you’ve caught Loam as well. His Majesty was quite pleased.”
Zelard hadn’t squandered his years—not a single eyebrow twitched at Ern’s sarcasm.
“They say you’ve made a good marriage, at least.”
“What, wh—what do you mean good—”
Ern was so flummoxed his words failed him. Since he hadn’t rebutted immediately, this verbal skirmish was his defeat. Realizing it, he ground his teeth and veins bulged at his jaw. In all his days, he’d never expected to hear praise for making a good marriage—the kind of thing only fools like Marquis Ferny would hear.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
Just then, Udith bowed respectfully. Ern was so exasperated his lips twitched.
Wait, if you thank him here, what does that make me? A fool who married well, that’s what. And I was the one who caught Loam, too. Whether Ern was vexed or not, Zelard and Udith had developed quite a rapport.
“Your lady wife has manners, unlike her husband.”
Zelard, who had been smiling softly, now fixed Ern with a cold gaze.
“How did she end up marrying such a wretch.”
In Zelard’s eyes, Ern was nothing more than a worthless fool—and he would’ve said so even if someone else had been standing beside him. As it happened, he’d recently heard about Udith from Cain. The woman was scraping together money to pay off debts while feeding Ern too, no less. The more Zelard heard Cain’s account, the more he deemed Udith wasted on him.
“A wretch, you say—hearing myself called that doesn’t sit well.”
Ern muttered under his breath.
“And where do you think you’d find another specimen like me, sir?”
“Not easily. Wherever you go, most men would be better than you, yet somehow you’ve managed to snare someone by the nose.”
Click, tsk—the old knight’s tongue made a sharp sound.
“I say this as if you were my own granddaughter, but inside there, Marquis Mosley would be a far worthier match.”
He was suggesting she trade up. Just as one would expect from an adult novel—every character who appeared possessed a remarkably liberal mindset.
“I appreciate the advice. I’ll give it thought.”
Yet for all that this was an adult novel, Confucian virtue still dwelt in Udith’s soul. She declined the suggestion tactfully, out of respect for her elder.
“…?”
Yet unfortunately, to Ern’s ear it did not sound like a refusal. He fixed Udith with a look demanding swift explanation, but this time she failed to grasp his silent message.
Why is he staring at me with such intensity? she wondered, tilting her head—when Zelard spoke again.
“And what brings you to the Security Administration, madam?”
By now, Ern had been all but forgotten.
“Ah, we’ve just developed a cure for the arthritis medicine plague that’s been causing such chaos. Before we proceed, I need to verify whether it works, so I was hoping to ask the Marquis if there might be any arthritis medicine victims willing to test it.”
“Then there’s no need to go further. I shall do it.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Now that she thought of it, she’d heard that the commander of the 1st Knight Order was also a victim of the arthritis medicine.
“If your knees won’t move properly, you ought to retire. The fact that you’ve come to depend on medicine is precisely what brought you to this state.”
“Do I seem like a man who depends on medicine? It was a gift my nephew bought for me.”
Zelard, quick to counter Ern’s provocation, extended his hand to Udith.
“If you need to test something, best to do it on a body that’s nearly ready for the grave anyway.”
Udith bowed deeply to Zelard and handed him the pouch containing the medicine bottles, explaining the dosage: the tonic was to be drunk, the ointment applied to the skin.
“I don’t expect any serious side effects, but if anything does go wrong, please let me know at once. And if there’s any improvement, do send word to Marquis Mosley.”
“I shall do so.”
Zelard praised Udith for her diligence, then turned cold eyes toward Ern.
“Tsk, tsk.”
Without another word, he simply clicked his tongue and departed. That gesture infuriated Ern far more than any retort could have.
“Shall we spar without rank insignia, then?”
Ern had already grasped the hilt of his sword, but Zelard flatly refused and climbed into his carriage.
“What glory in defeating an old man.”
With that parting shot, the carriage door shut with a decisive snap. The carriage glided past him as if mocking him, and Ern’s eyes—grown fiercer still—tracked it as it receded, then suddenly swung to fix upon Udith.
“What—why are you looking at me like that?”
Ern did not deign to explain what lay behind that gaze.
Two days later, word came from Zelard: the medicine had proven remarkably effective in alleviating pain.
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“Smell it, Beichi.”
“P-please calm yourself, Miss Herington.”
Beichi retreated a step, evading Udith’s gaze—those eyes that gazed upon him with the warmth of a spring sun, yet within those dark pupils blazed a hunger fiercer than the midsummer heat.
“I want you to take a smell.”
They stood in an empty room of the Manor. Inhaling deeply would yield nothing but the musty air, yet Beichi made a show of sniffing regardless.
“What scent do you detect?”
“None at all.”
“Look more carefully. There is a scent—the scent of money.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Don’t you sense the fragrance of success—how the medicine you’ve created will fly off the shelves, and gold coins will fill the space it leaves behind?”

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