I Put all my Stats into Charm - Chapter 85

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I Put All My Stats Into Charm Episode 085

Calliton pointed his finger at his cheek, which still hadn’t lost its heat.

The swelling on his cheek showed no signs of subsiding, showing just how firmly the Empress had struck him.

Even thinking about it again, it’s absurd.

Such a handsome face… no, how could she hit her own child’s face?

Of course, there were times when I often wanted to hit Calliton too.

But I never thought to actually carry out the urge to punch him.

Above all, violence couldn’t be justified in any situation.

I stared quietly at his cheek before opening my mouth.

“Since you’re injured, we need to apply medicine. But I don’t have any medicine with me right now, so I’ll have to go get some.”

“I feel like your touch alone would heal it.”

“For abrasions, you need to apply something cold. If you apply something warm, it could get worse.”

I stood up from my seat again.

“I’ll go to the Mage Tower and get some medicine.”

“Hmm.”

Calliton narrowed his eyes as if displeased.

But my hands aren’t magic healing hands.

How could it heal with just a touch?

Pretending not to notice his gaze, I bowed in greeting and left the study.

I roughly understood his family situation.

That he didn’t get along well with his mother, that the Emperor was bedridden with illness, and that Calliton had a dead older brother.

But there wasn’t enough information to figure out who was behind Calliton’s poisoning.

The fact that the Emperor was critically ill meant the power structure could be overturned.

Usually, the Emperor’s sons would fight for power over the throne.

It seemed like Calliton had no more brothers to compete with for power.

‘Then the culprit must be among close relatives or high-ranking nobles.’

On top of that, with monsters running rampant and the Temple causing trouble, Calliton’s worries must be considerable.

‘Could it be that the Empress is actually the culprit?’

From how she compared him to his brother, the Empress seemed to view Calliton unfavorably. And she even slapped him.

Above all, her physiognomy was terrible. Her face was covered with malice.

‘No way, surely a parent wouldn’t kill their own child.’

As far as I know, the Empress has no other children besides Calliton.

Since there’s no Crown Prince to succeed him, if Calliton died, the Empress would have nothing but losses.

‘Who is the real culprit?’

While pondering, I spotted a familiar man from across the way.

“Hello, Duke.”

I never expected to run into Jerome here.

“Greetings, Lady Emmerbier.”

“I didn’t expect to see you here. You must have come for the state council meeting.”

“That’s correct.”

“How’s your arm?”

“It’s fine. I received treatment from a priest as soon as I returned.”

As he said, his arm that had been drooping after being bitten by the Brocksh had returned to normal.

Seeing that his arm had healed made me feel much more at ease.

“That’s a relief.”

But other parts didn’t look fine.

In the few days I hadn’t seen him, Jerome’s complexion had deteriorated drastically.

His skin had become rough and his gaunt cheeks were slightly sunken from weight loss.

Not only that, but dark circles had settled heavily under his eyes, and his eyes looked unfocused as if they had lost their vitality.

Jerome’s appearance was miserable, incomparably worse than when he had been devastated by Vivian’s curse.

“Duke, are you ill somewhere?”

“There’s nowhere that hurts.”

“Your complexion looks too poor for that to be true…”

At a glance, he looked not like the Northern Duke but like someone who couldn’t even get porridge to eat.

It hadn’t been long since he returned from the investigation. Could a person deteriorate this much in such a short time?

Did he get his energy drained at the Temple instead of receiving treatment?

I began to genuinely worry about Jerome.

“Are you eating your meals on time?”

“I’m eating on time.”

Suspicious. No matter how I look at it, that doesn’t look like the face of someone who’s been eating meals properly.

“What did you have for lunch today?”

“I ate jerky.”

“And?”

“Nothing else.”

Sigh.

It’s not like he ate a whole bag of jerky.

No wonder he has no energy if he ate such a poor lunch.

But I had a feeling this wasn’t the end of it.

“…What about breakfast?”

“I ate a handful of almonds.”

“What about yesterday’s dinner?”

“I ate half an apple.”

Good heavens.

“…Wait a moment, Duke.”

I pressed my forehead.

“Jerky and almonds aren’t meals, they’re snacks. Soup isn’t the main course, it’s an appetizer.”

Jerky, almonds, and soup – those things wouldn’t even amount to one of my snacks.

But he ate that as a day’s worth of food?

How is that physique maintained with just that?

“Are you trying to lose weight?”

“My stomach feels uncomfortable, so I’m eating smaller portions.”

“Did you tell the priest about your stomach discomfort?”

“I did, but it only got better temporarily and quickly became bad again.”

Could it be because of that?

Something like stress-induced gastritis.

Unless the stress that’s causing the illness disappears, treatment is only a temporary stopgap measure.

I could guess what Jerome’s stress was about without him saying it.

‘…It must be because of that person called Karin.’

The life and death of someone he had been desperately searching for over ten years had become ambiguous.

She was either dead, or had become a monster wandering somewhere.

She might have even been killed by humans.

With thoughts like these, food probably wouldn’t go down properly.

I made a big decision and asked Jerome.

“Duke. Are you busy by any chance?”

“I have no scheduled appointments after this.”

“Would you follow me for a moment?”

I grabbed Jerome’s arm.

Normally he would have shaken me off.

Perhaps lacking even the energy to resist, he obediently followed my words.

I understand his despair since the person he was looking for has essentially died.

But the living must continue to live.

Thinking I should feed Jerome something, I brought him to the Tower of the Moon.

Arriving at the kitchen of the Tower of the Moon, I seated Jerome in a suitable spot.

Jerome looked around bewildered, seemingly confused by the unfamiliar place.

“This place is…”

“It’s the kitchen of the Mage Tower.”

Kitchen was putting it nicely. It was practically a magical materials storage room.

The kitchen stored not only food ingredients but also temperature-sensitive magical materials and potions.

So for first-time visitors, it was difficult to distinguish whether it was a kitchen or a magical materials storage room.

“Please wait just a moment. I’ll make you some food that’s easy on the stomach.”

“I cannot impose such rudeness upon you, my lady. I gratefully accept your sentiment alone.”

As Jerome tried to get up from his seat, I grabbed his shoulder and pressed him down.

“Oh please. Walking around with that face would be more rude.”

“That face, you say…”

“Haven’t you looked in a mirror? Do you see how much of a mess you look right now, Duke?”

I lightly patted Jerome’s shoulder.

“Anyway, leave it to me!”

“But…”

I decided to lightly ignore Jerome’s words.

I immediately opened the box containing food ingredients.

Fortunately, there were ingredients I had prepared in case I needed to make late-night snacks.

‘Good. There’s chicken, onions, green onions, and potatoes.’

The name of the food I would make for Jerome was none other than:

Whole chicken soup.

Though milder than samgyetang, it was simple to prepare and there was no better nutritious food.

Doesn’t a healthy mind come from a healthy body?

Light and tender chicken meat plus savory broth – after eating a bowl, your body would warm up and even your heart would feel reassured.

I first mixed honey water with warm water.

“Duke, do you have any foods you can’t eat?”

“I don’t. However…”

“Great! Then drink this for now.”

I pressed the honey water into Jerome’s hands, both to keep him quiet and as treatment.

Then I went to the cooking counter and tied on an apron.

First I prepared a large pot. I put in the cleaned chicken, onions, green onions, and potatoes.

I poured water until all the ingredients were submerged.

‘Now I just need to boil it and it’s done!’

I could season it with salt and pepper. Fortunately, all these were ingredients available in this world.

‘Something feels lacking though.’

It would be nice if I could make samgyetang instead.

This world doesn’t have things like medicinal herbs.

‘Isn’t there anything to add?’

While looking around, I discovered a familiar plant.

A root plant in a flat wooden box. And red berries attached above it.

No matter how I looked at it, it was definitely ginseng.

‘There’s ginseng here too?’

This was a divine sign to make samgyetang.

It was disappointing not to have medicinal ingredients like jujube. But having at least ginseng was something.

I washed the ginseng and put it in the pot.

Not knowing that the true identity of the ginseng was actually mandrake, which was also used for mysterious purposes between men and women.

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