I Opened an Illegal Animal Hospital in Another World - Chapter 29

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Chapter 7. That’s Too Much (3)

Naturally, classes were canceled, and I spent the day quietly at home.

Even without attending lessons with my tutor, my day was quite busy.

I exercised with Maria, learned piano with Leon and Ian, and worked on the mountain of homework assigned by my demonic tutor until the sun had already set.

Phew, even I thought it was a fulfilling day.

If I were to write in a diary, I’d have to give myself a self-praise stamp. I was a complete model student!

Actually, all of these things were tasks I could have avoided if I had thrown a tantrum and refused to do them, but I did them anyway, which made me feel quite proud.

“Lady Shana, you’re being unusually well-behaved today.”

“Ella, I’m always good.”

“Oh my, were you…?”

“Of course! I’m a good child!”

Take that, sparkling eyes attack. The gaze of an innocent model student.

“Ah, I see…”

Ella smiled gently and pulled the blanket up to cover me to my neck. She was kind, but she absolutely wouldn’t affirm my claim about being good. What. Why. What. Why is it so cold.

“Good night, Ella.”

“Sweet dreams, our one and only young lady.”

Ella left a goodnight kiss on my forehead. It was probably because my parents were away and there was no one else to give me a goodnight kiss tonight.

How long had it been since Ella left the room? I thinly dispersed the clay that had been filling my room. Ella, Maria, and Bailey are strangely sensitive, so I did it slowly and carefully.

I hadn’t spent these four years only studying about this world.

Having discovered that I could solidify healing clay, the applications were endless.

I could solidify it, but if it got too far from my body, it would soon crumble away, and the denser the concentration, the harder it became. Conversely, if I adjusted the clay’s concentration to be thinner than slime, thinner than water, it would float around lightly like smoke.

‘It took a long time to be able to make such fine adjustments to create smoke.’

But this smoke had almost no healing effect. Instead, even the most sensitive Bailey couldn’t notice this.

Clay reacts to abnormal conditions, whether illness or injury, and abnormal conditions include ‘fatigue’ as well.

If I over-treat that all at once, the body becomes so comfortable that the person falls into a deep sleep like someone who received a massage.

‘If only I could use magic, it would be one shot with sleep magic.’

I wouldn’t need this troublesome method of approaching with smoke-form clay and changing the surrounding concentration all at once. Sob sob. This was all my karma for having nothing but this ability. Troublesome, trivial, and healthy.

Even my means of putting people to sleep was so peaceful. Making them fall asleep comfortably by relieving their fatigue. It’s truly harmless.

I can’t use magic, I’m short, I have weak stamina…

Perhaps because there were too many talented people around me, I often felt a relative sense of deprivation. I wanted to shoot magic swoosh swoosh and swing sword energy whoosh whoosh too.

They say if your head is bad, your body suffers, but if your body is bad, both your body and head suffer.

“Let’s go, Evelyn.”

“You’re truly amazing, Lady Shana!”

“Oh, it’s nothing…”

“To take down Lady Ella, Lady Maria, and Lord Bailey all at once…!”

So making them comfortable and putting them to sleep counts as taking them down… Evelyn was always generous with her scoring for me.

“It’s nothing special. Let’s hurry and go!”

“Yes!”

To figure out this application, I did many things I felt sorry about to the people around me.

For example, I removed Ella’s old scars, resolved Maria’s menstrual cramps, or eliminated Bailey’s stress headaches.

Not being in pain is a good thing, so I think it’s okay. Probably.

‘What do you call treatment without consent? Violent treatment…?’

It’s not violence, more like coercion…?

I felt especially sorry for Bailey because I did many things to him without asking.

When I couldn’t move around the manor, I was curious how far clay could go when separated from me, so I secretly attached some when Bailey went to meet Aile.

I heard later that Bailey went to meet Aile because he was sick, but what was the diagnosis again? Was it a cold… Bailey never talks about his son, so I don’t know.

Small scars, menstrual cramps, headaches, colds… Looking at them all together, it seems like a collection of minor ailments, but minor ailments are still ailments. So it probably wasn’t a bad thing. Probably.

‘Still, let’s not get caught… I feel like I’d get scolded…’

For some reason, I often got scolded even when doing good deeds. Bailey is especially scary when he’s angry.

“This is my first time sneaking out, but our house is really huge…”

I hadn’t even left the house yet, but my motivation for mischief was already broken. I thought my legs had gotten much longer now that I was seven, but apparently not yet.

I wanted a bicycle. These damn short legs! Raven, Leon, and Ian were already flying around everywhere!

“Then shall I carry you?”

“…? You don’t mean piggyback, do you?”

Instead of answering, Evelyn grinned and transformed into a large black dog. It was so big it easily towered over my height. Wow, damn.

“Woof!”

So freaking cool.

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Evelyn’s legs were incredibly fast too.

She really is the best. Amazing. Adorable. Clinging to her back and burying my cheek in her glossy fur, we left the manor in no time and arrived at a dark alley in an instant. Her fur seemed to get into my nostrils every time she breathed, but it was still nice.

Evelyn occasionally stopped and sniffed around.

‘The idea of such a pretty girl sniffing around to track down a boy is a bit…’

A bit, yeah. If Raven asks later how I found him, I’ll have to give him some vague answer. Whatever smell he has that can be detected from far away, I think he’d be shocked to know about it.

‘I should give him soap as a gift…’

Arriving at the temporary lodging where Raven was staying in an instant, I got down from Evelyn’s back.

“Lady Shana?!”

“Hello, Hugh!”

“Sh-Sh-Shana, why are you here? Have I finally fallen ill and started seeing hallucinations?!”

Hugh turned pale and started trembling.

“Lady Shana, the Duke of Wentworth’s daughter, couldn’t possibly be on these streets alone at such a late hour…! This is a dream. I’m dreaming with my eyes open…!”

“I came with Evelyn.”

Hugh was fine and all, but he had a severe tendency toward escapism.

“Oh no, if it’s spread to me, it must have already spread to young Prince Raven!”

“Hugh? Is Raven inside?”

“This is why I told you not to come to these dangerous streets in person!”

“…”

“His Highness doesn’t even pretend to listen to what I say…”

No matter how much I said, it would be useless. I grabbed Evelyn’s elbow after she transformed back into human form and headed inside, passing by Hugh. It looked like they had hastily cleaned an empty building to prepare it, and a royal guard was stationed at the entrance. Fortunately, I knew him.

“Lady Shana, how did you get here? There’s no way His Grace the Duke would have permitted this.”

“Can’t you keep it a secret?”

“I’ll have to contact the Duke’s household.”

“A bribe…”

“Won’t work.”

The Royal Guard who were close to Father were all upright people who couldn’t be bribed. This country’s future is bright. That honest smile is so refreshing.

In that case, I had to quickly take care of business and return. I threw open Raven’s bedroom door without even knocking and shouted.

“Come here!”

“Go away.”

Oops, that fell flat.

Raven was leisurely sitting on the sofa reading a book, even at a time when any good child should have been in bed long ago. Acting all elegant at just 12 years old.

“You weren’t sleeping?”

“I thought you might come.”

“Ian said the same thing. Do you guys have some kind of divine power?”

What would happen if you had divine power in this world? There are no shamans, so you couldn’t receive divine calling either. Could divine illness be treated like regular diseases or injuries? No, this isn’t the time to get lost in random thoughts.

“Raven, are you really crazy?”

“What did I do?”

“Even if you’re a prince, what are you doing coming to a place where disease is spreading as a little kid?!”

“…You haven’t forgotten that you’re 7 years old, have you?”

“I’m fine. Do you think disease will avoid you just because you’re a prince? How does you coming here solve anything about the epidemic in the first place? You should send experts! What kind of kid are you that you don’t know how to take care of your own body?”

This safety-unconscious kid.

“You mean dispatch priests or healing mages?”

“You know it well!”

“How long would it take to get support, and how long to select them?”

Raven said, closing his book.

“Do you think those lazy asses who only know how precious their own bodies are would risk danger for unprofitable business?”

“…”

This 12-year-old is too cynical.

“So you came in person? What difference does coming make? You’re smart, but it’s not like you know healing magic. They say even magic can’t cure diseases, but still.”

Carrot (you’re smart) and stick (but you don’t know healing magic) strategy.

“A court mage came along to protect me.”

“…”

“The Temple can’t just sit still when a young crown prince has personally made the journey. The nobles would feel guilty about staying put too, right? Haha. If they feel guilty, they’ll at least throw some money at it, don’t you think?”

“…”

“If I actually catch the disease, the apothecaries will work their asses off making medicine to save me. Then it gets solved, doesn’t it?”

“Hey, you crazy bastard…”

“Is there a faster solution than this?”

If I think there isn’t, I lose.

“Besides, His Majesty put me in charge of the epidemic situation, but he doesn’t actually intend to save anyone. It’s always been like that. When winter comes, disease spreads through the poor districts, and they quarantine the areas where sick people live, but it’s not worth investing expensive personnel. Magic and divine power can’t cure epidemics in the first place. The disease fundamentally can’t be caught, and what’s effective is just temporary fever, coughs, wounds and such. The calculation is that investing high-level personnel in short-sighted shows would be pointless.”

How old is he… He keeps making me forget. I wish he’d tell me honestly. How many lives have you lived?

“That’s why Count Algren recommended me. It might be nice to briefly package me as a crown prince who cares for the people, but it’s bound to fail in the end anyway. He wants me to take the blame. Well, if I had plenty of time, I’d just take the blame, but I wouldn’t do such troublesome work.”

“You have plenty of time though…”

“I have to attend classes. I’m going to enter the dormitory soon and won’t even be able to take classes with you, so am I supposed to keep holding onto something that might never get resolved? I need to solve this quickly so I can attend classes again.”

I was speechless. So you personally came to a place with an infectious disease that has no cure because you didn’t want to lose time taking classes with me? I knew it, but this…

‘He’s an incredible lunatic.’

I recalled Ian’s crazed smile from before, when he had struck his own head with a block. Are there only lunatics around me?

They say birds of a feather flock together, so could it be that I also appear to others as…? No way.

“Are they making medicine though?”

“They’re probably just pretending to. Since it’s cheapest to just isolate them while pretending to look for a solution and let them die, they probably won’t rush. If medicine gets made, they’ll make a show of rescuing them, or else they’ll gather them all up and burn them.”

“Burn? What?”

Raven stared at me intently.

The back of my neck felt cold. Silence told me the answer more accurately than words.

That’s too much!

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