I Proposed Because You Were Terminally Ill - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67

“Magic amplifiers are originally odorless?”

Damia’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes, Miss.”

“Then, then what on earth was that scent I smelled? Even if the Young Count’s case is due to his curse, why would I also…”

Damia’s flustered gaze wavered. Alec also looked puzzled.

Cassian had a body sensitive to magic due to the dragon’s curse, so he might be able to detect something from the supposedly colorless and odorless magic amplifier.

But for an ordinary viscount’s daughter who only regarded dragons as legendary beings to show such a sensitive reaction to magic as Cassian was certainly unusual.

“House of Ponti was once famous for its herbal business.”

Cassian quickly interjected.

“Damia has been educated since childhood, and since she’s handled so many potent medicinal materials, her sense of smell is just particularly keen.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Since she also makes calming and purifying drugs, she might have unknowingly developed the ability to detect magic.”

An unsolicited defense flowed out, though Damia had never asked for it.

“That, that could be possible…”

Though Damia herself didn’t seem convinced, Alec nodded his head.

“Indeed… You’re truly remarkable. The Young Count’s symptoms, which showed no improvement no matter what renowned physicians we brought, got better with your treatment.”

Alec didn’t know about the effects of physical contact, but he did know that Damia made treatments.

Moreover, since Damia had never done anything harmful to Cassian over the past few years, he quickly dismissed his suspicions.

“Then you two should go up first. The air here isn’t very good either.”

“Make sure to check once more how the demon reacts to that handkerchief.”

“Yes, understood.”

Cassian began climbing the stairs with Damia ahead of him.

“You should also head back to the Viscount’s Manor soon.”

“But I’m worried because Cassian’s complexion still looks bad. Shouldn’t I stay by your side?”

Damia’s concern felt better than expected.

Cassian unconsciously put strength into his lips that were about to curl up.

‘Wait.’

Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen that guy who used to stick around like a leech.

“Where’s your childhood friend? He was always desperately trying to cling to you.”

“Oh, you mean Arsene?”

“Is the underground prison scary? I suppose seeing a demon directly was too much for that young fellow’s heart.”

Cassian firmly suppressed his desire to be sarcastic. Or at least, he believed he did.

The voice that came out was already dripping with mockery.

“Oh, that’s not it.”

“What do you mean it’s not? Tell that guy not to act tough.”

“It’s really not that. Arsene went out with Mother’s permission. He said he had business near our house.”

“What? He went out?”

“Yes, he said he had to go out urgently to check something. He said he couldn’t miss this opportunity.”

Cassian’s eyes narrowed.

Though it felt a bit unsettling, sending Damia back was the priority right now.

“Good. Then you should also return to the Viscount’s Manor right now.”

“What? Right now?”

When that guy returned, he would try to stick close to Damia again.

No matter how much Damia was like a younger sister, he didn’t particularly want to see that sight.

If it was now, the two would naturally go their separate ways.

“You should focus on your own work too. You must be quite busy.”

“My work? I don’t really have anything to do except worry about the Young Count.”

“…Ha.”

“Did you just scoff at me?”

Damia seemed determined to keep pretending she didn’t know about the business she was running.

‘Fine, good. I’ll play along for now.’

That innocent act felt cute rather than unpleasant.

“Really? How unexpected that you have nothing to do. I thought you were full of ambition.”

“Ambition? I just dream of living a long, quiet life.”

“Liar.”

“What?”

“Since the nuisance has disappeared, let me get to the point. If you’re bored with nothing to do, accept my proposal.”

Damia tilted her head.

“I want to invest in you.”

“What? Invest?”

“In return, I plan to thoroughly use you from now on. I’ve discovered a new use for you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Damia, who had been walking ahead, stopped abruptly. Even without seeing her face, it was obvious her eyes had widened.

“Your treatment might be much more useful in the future. Seeing that a variant called infectious demons has appeared.”

“You mean…”

“I’ll need your help a lot from now on. So I need to expand the scale.”

“What?”

“I’ll set up dedicated greenhouses and workshops at both the Viscount’s Manor and the Viscount’s Mansion. Unlimited budget, top-quality personnel – tell me everything you need.”

“Why are you discussing such important matters on the stairs to the underground prison?”

Damia burst into incredulous laughter.

“In return, as long as you meet the quota I request, how you use that space and personnel is up to you. You can even pursue hobbies.”

“What? Hobbies?”

“I mean the things you used to make – soap, sachets. You had quite a talent, so you could develop that.”

“Cassian…”

“When else would you use a rich fiancé with a short life expectancy if not now?”

When he grinned, Damia’s lips parted.

* * *

As soon as Damia returned to the Viscount’s Manor, she explained everything to Romi.

“So from now on, the Young Count will provide people for our work and prepare space too?”

“Yes. He seemed to like that stamina recovery potion. He said as long as we meet that quota, we can do whatever we want with the rest.”

“Wow, even though the Young Count is so strong, is he serious about training?”

“He… seems to have gotten really into building muscle.”

Cassian had suddenly become someone obsessed with something rather odd.

“Anyway, our approach is still the high-end limited edition strategy. We won’t just increase quantity recklessly, but it’ll be much more profitable than now.”

“Wow! That’s so great!”

It was an opportunity to expand the business they had been quietly conducting behind the scenes.

But Damia couldn’t just smile about it.

Originally, the purpose was to earn enough money to move to Rodion, and more importantly…

‘The conditions are too favorable.’

It was support that seemed to perfectly understand what Damia needed right now.

It was too coincidental to be mere chance.

‘Could it be that he’s already noticed I’m secretly running a business?’

Damia recalled the conversation she had with Cassian before leaving the Viscount’s Mansion.

‘What if I just take advantage of the Young Count’s kindness for personal gain?’

‘I don’t mind.’

‘What if I become greedy and try to squeeze more money out of the Young Count?’

‘You, how much are you underestimating my wealth?’

Recalling that confident smile, her worries subsided a little.

For someone who was the heir to the Sarkis Ducal Family, this level of spending might be nothing more than a trivial investment.

‘By the way, he said there wasn’t much time left.’

He seemed to expect that many things would change once the First Prince had an audience with the Emperor to report on this demonic beast incident.

In her previous life, there had been no mutant demonic beasts rampaging during this period, so even Damia found it difficult to predict the future.

“Oh, right! What about the Young Count’s stamina recovery potion? How about we try making that in large quantities too?”

“Huh? N-no, that won’t work. The Young Count specifically said he’d use it only for himself.”

“Wow, just how effective is it that he’s being so greedy about it?”

“T-that’s what I’m saying.”

“What’s the harm in everyone getting stronger together!”

Cassian had suddenly become someone obsessed with muscles to a venomous degree.

“It can’t be helped. That was the Young Count’s only condition.”

If they sold the medicine made from dragon grass on the market, the income would be enormous, but they would inevitably be exposed to just as much danger.

Moreover, dragon grass would wither and die if touched by anyone other than Damia, so it was impossible to entrust it to others in the first place.

At least it was fortunate that those things had reproductive abilities like weeds, so there wouldn’t be a shortage of raw materials for the time being.

‘I’m glad Cassian accepted the explanation that mass production is impossible.’

Cassian had readily nodded at the explanation that only that particular medicine had to be made directly by Damia’s hands, so the quantity was inevitably limited.

It was probably because he had directly experienced the power dwelling in Damia’s hands.

‘I need to keep my wits about me.’

At first, she had simply chosen the terminally ill Young Count as a temporary shield to avoid being sold to the old count.

But it seemed she had gotten involved in something much bigger and more important than expected, making her shoulders feel heavy.

However, it was still much better than life at Count Fabron’s manor, where she couldn’t even be treated as human and had to live in a daze.

Moreover, Cassian was an employer beyond expectations. Even setting aside their contractual relationship, he was certainly quite a good person.

Damia quietly steeled her resolve.

* * *

“Why is this guy here again?”

Cassian, who had come to visit the Viscount’s Manor, rolled his white eyes.

It was a sharp reaction uncharacteristic of someone who had been adamantly avoiding meetings with Damia for a while.

“Well, that’s because I’m Damia’s neighbor cousin.”

Arsene smiled, folding his eyes prettily.

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