In This Life, I Will Be The Lord - Chapter 31

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This Life, I Will Become the Clan Head Episode 31

“Estira, come over here for a moment.”

Estira, who had been writing treatment records for a patient who had just left, stood up at the call of her mentor, Doctor Omari.

Doctor Omari wasn’t particularly strict or frightening, but for some reason his expression didn’t look good today.

Estira cautiously sat down in the chair placed next to Doctor Omari, reading the mood.

“I heard the general story from Jason. And it seems you’ve been making strange things lately.”

“Ah…”

No further words were needed.

Estira realized what Doctor Omari was trying to say and hurriedly tried to explain.

But Doctor Omari was first.

“Give up.”

“T-Teacher…”

Estira looked at the doctor with wide eyes.

But Doctor Omari only shook his head.

“It doesn’t sit well with me that you seem to be dancing to the whims of young Lady Pirenthia, Estira.”

“Whims, you say…”

“What could a child who just turned eight years old possibly know? I understand that you’re desperate enough to get excited over such childish games.”

Doctor Omari was criticizing her.

He didn’t raise his voice or openly frown, but Estira could feel it clearly enough.

“No, Teacher! Lady Pirenthia is truly trying to help me!”

Estira spoke with rare indignation.

She didn’t mind if he pitied her, but she couldn’t stand him speaking about Lady Pirenthia in such a way.

“She’s sincerely trying to help me…”

“Sigh, Estira…”

Doctor Omari let out a deep sigh as if the ground would cave in.

At the end, the sound of tongue-clicking could be heard.

“I understand your earnest desire to go to the Academy, but give up for this year.”

Doctor Omari was urging her to give up for the second time.

“I’m saying this all for your own good.”

Is he really saying this for my sake?

Estira lowered her head to hide her suspicion of her mentor.

“Besides, I already wrote a recommendation letter for Jason. Who do you have to write you a recommendation letter…”

Doctor Omari continued trying to persuade Estira.

“Don’t be greedy and wait. I’ll write you a recommendation letter next year.”

Even if he called it greed, she had nothing to say.

Estira bit her lower lip tightly.

For someone like her, a commoner from the countryside, to have come this far was nothing short of a miracle.

She had gotten a job where she could earn money while healing people, and even gained the opportunity to learn pharmacy under the famous Lombardi family’s personal physician.

So Doctor Omari’s words were right.

To aim for a researcher position at the Academy on top of this could be considered greed.

Estira understood the reproachful tone in the doctor’s eyes.

“Teacher.”

Estira spoke in a quiet voice.

“I want to try as far as I can.”

“Estira, even after I’ve said all this!”

“I want to meet Lady Pirenthia’s expectations, Teacher.”

Doctor Omari, who was about to scold her once more, closed his mouth when Pirenthia’s name came up.

“The Young Lady told me I could do it. That she would help me, that she would make it possible for me to go to the Academy.”

Estira smiled brightly as she recalled that moment.

“As you said, Teacher, she’s still a young lady, but I believe in her.”

She had said she would make it possible for her to achieve her dream.

She hadn’t laughed at the absurdly grand dream that was inappropriate for a commoner woman to harbor.

Instead, she had promised that she would help.

Those pretty green eyes from that time were engraved in Estira’s heart.

“Even if I say I won’t write you a recommendation letter if you continue with such reckless actions?”

Doctor Omari finally made a threat.

Originally, this conversation was supposed to end with just moderately admonishing Estira.

She was usually quiet and always obedient as a student.

He hadn’t expected her to be so stubborn.

If he couldn’t break Estira’s will like this, the doctor’s position would become difficult.

Yesterday, Biejie Lombardi had summoned Doctor Omari.

When he arrived at what he thought was a house call, Biejie was sitting there with the president of Flang Trading Company, who was Jason’s father.

Since he was well aware of their relationship involving friendship and money, it wasn’t a surprising scene.

But when the president of Flang Trading Company complained about Estira in front of Biejie, he was genuinely surprised.

He had never even thought that child would have such ambitions.

The president said it was outrageous for such a mere girl to dare hope for the doctor’s recommendation letter, and suggested dismissing her immediately.

And while saying that he must be greatly troubled by such students who didn’t know their place, he expressed hope that the doctor wouldn’t have to worry about such things for a while.

In other words, he was telling him not to write recommendation letters for anyone, including Estira, for the time being.

Doctor Omari had boasted that he would handle it well by persuading her to give up on the Academy.

Considering Estira’s timid personality, he thought she would obediently give up her feelings about the Academy with just a few words.

“Think about it properly.”

Doctor Omari was confident that Estira would break her stubbornness by now.

Seeing her hesitate for a moment, he thought it was done.

But as if it were a lie, Estira soon nodded her head.

“Yes, Teacher. I’m sorry. I will believe in Lady Pirenthia.”

“Ha! Really.”

Doctor Omari was dumbfounded.

He thought Estira was thoroughly possessed by something.

And he clicked his tongue while looking at Estira with displeasure.

It was nonsense from the beginning anyway.

To believe the words of a mere eight-year-old child and act so arrogantly while ignoring her teacher’s words.

The doctor hid his intention to use this as an excuse to cut her salary later.

“You’re making things difficult for me until the very end.”

“Excuse me? Making things difficult…”

Estira tilted her head in confusion, but Doctor Omari turned his head away sharply and spoke coldly.

“You don’t need to know. Go away.”

At the cold dismissal, Estira had no choice but to bow and leave.

However, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy in one corner of her heart.

* * *

My heart was pounding.

I held the palm-sized ceramic container and took slow, deep breaths.

Although it was covered with a lid, the sharp scent of hipsi leaves stimulated my nose.

“I’ll open it.”

At my words, Estira nodded slightly as if in agreement.

Clatter.

With a small noise, the lid opened and the firmly hardened ointment revealed itself.

I carefully brought my finger close to touch it.

With slight resistance, the flat surface yielded to the shape of my finger.

This time, I applied the ointment that had gotten on my fingertip to the back of my hand.

The beeswax mixed with plant oil melted from my body temperature and spread smoothly.

At the same time, a slightly hot, warming sensation spread through my skin.

“…It’s done.”

It was perfect.

“Just in case, I’ve been using it on the same spot every day for the past five days.”

Estira showed me her wrist as she spoke.

“The occasional aching pain in my wrist has disappeared, and my skin has mysteriously improved. It seems to have that effect too, Young Lady.”

Compared to the wrist where she hadn’t applied it, Estira’s treated wrist indeed had a mysteriously smooth and glossy feel to it.

I put the lid back on the ointment and set it down gently.

Then I asked Estira.

“Estira, is there anything you want to have?”

At my sudden question, Estira quietly shook her head.

“Think about it carefully. Something Estira needs, regardless of the cost.”

“Re-regardless of the cost?”

Estira pondered seriously for a moment, then answered cautiously.

“Then… I’d like to have a small house in Lombardi City…”

Even as she spoke, Estira scratched her cheek as if embarrassed.

“Really? I understand.”

“But Young Lady, why are you suddenly asking such a question…?”

“Because it would be a waste to trade this ointment for just two recommendation letters and a scholarship.”

“J-just…”

Estira looked back and forth between me and the ointment in confusion.

But I was serious.

This ointment wouldn’t end as something meant for just Grandfather and Broshul alone.

I smiled at the still-confused Estira, telling her not to worry.

* * *

It was a day when drizzling rain was falling.

Though it was welcome rain after a long time, it wasn’t particularly good weather for Rulak, whose knees weren’t in good condition.

However, seeing him smile while constantly rubbing his uncomfortable knees with his hands, librarian Broshul let out a hearty laugh.

“Are you that pleased?”

“Of course I’m pleased. Wouldn’t you be the same?”

Rulak said while still wearing a broad smile.

“When Cleribane suddenly said he wanted to start a side business, I felt somewhat displeased inwardly, but to think his business partner is that fellow Gallahan…”

Rulak had initially doubted his own ears.

Cleribane was meticulous and thorough to a fault, second to none.

Yet that same person had suddenly come to him and announced that he was going into business with Gallahan.

And he even added rare praise for someone else, saying ‘Lord Gallahan seems to be quite an exceptional person.’

“Even so, really. Not breathing a word about what kind of business plan it is until the very end.”

Rulak grumbled like this but didn’t stop smiling.

Praise for one’s child is always good to hear, whenever and from whomever.

Broshul looked at such Rulak and laughed along.

“But why did you call me here today?”

“Ah, that. There’s this audacious little one asking you and me to write recommendation letters.”

As if suddenly recalling someone, the wrinkles around Rulak’s eyes deepened.

Now his mouth was practically stretched from ear to ear.

Though they had known each other for over thirty years, this was the first time Broshul had seen Rulak in such a giddy state.

Broshul tilted his head in puzzlement.

Just then, a soft knocking sound could be heard.

Rulak answered ‘come in’ as if he had been waiting.

When the door opened to reveal a small figure, Broshul wondered what kind of joke this was.

“Hello!”

The one bowing in greeting was Rulak’s eight-year-old granddaughter, Pirenthia.

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