In This Life, I Will Be The Lord - Chapter 32

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This Life, I Will Become the Clan Head Episode 32

Hiding my trembling heart as much as possible, I stepped into Grandfather’s study.

Fortunately, even the weather was helping me.

The sky was heavily overcast and a light drizzle was falling.

“Oh my, oh my, has our granddaughter come?”

Grandfather spread his arms wide toward me with a somewhat goofy expression on his face.

“Grandfather!”

I ran straight over and threw myself into Grandfather’s embrace.

“Heh heh…”

Beside us, Broshul was watching Grandfather and me with a surprised but smiling face.

It seemed like he was seeing this side of Grandfather for the first time.

Well, I could sympathize with that feeling.

To see Rulak Lombardi in such a relaxed state like this.

If my previous life’s self had seen this, I might have fallen backward in shock.

I freed myself from Grandfather’s embrace and bowed politely to Broshul again.

“Hello, Librarian Grandfather.”

“Heh heh. It’s been a long time, Young Lady Pirenthia.”

Since Father had become busy, I hadn’t been going to the library often, so he seemed even more pleased to see me.

“I had no idea the person seeking a recommendation letter would be you, Young Lady.”

Broshul said to me.

“Actually, it’s not for me, but a recommendation letter for Estira. Doctor Omari’s disciple.”

“Ah, if it’s that child, I know her. She’s still young but quite intelligent.”

“That’s right! Estira knows so much about medicinal herbs. So today I brought medicine that Estira made to show you both!”

I took out a small medicine jar from the little handbag I was carrying.

“Hmm? It has a distinctive smell, doesn’t it?”

Grandfather said while sniffing with his nose.

He had an expression full of anticipation about what kind of medicine was in the jar.

Of course, I had no intention of immediately satisfying Grandfather’s curiosity.

I opened the lid of the jar and approached Broshul.

“Your fingers hurt quite a bit, don’t they?”

“Hm? How did you know that, Young Lady?”

Broshul said in surprise.

As people aged, it was common for those with occupations requiring heavy hand use to develop arthritis in their fingers.

I could tell just by seeing how Broshul’s fingertips were slightly curved.

“Estira told me! She said people like Librarian Grandfather who hold pens a lot might have pain in their finger joints!”

I gave all the credit to Estira while scooping up plenty of ointment with my fingertip.

“Please give me your hand.”

At my words, Broshul, who had been looking at Grandfather for a moment, extended his aching hand.

Indeed, the fingers that held the pen were curved in an uncomfortable-looking shape just from seeing them.

I carefully spread the ointment on each finger one by one.

The reaction came immediately.

“Oh?”

Broshul looked at the ointment with amazed eyes in surprise.

“How is it?”

“The throbbing was worse because of the overcast weather…”

I diligently spread it with my small hands so it would be well absorbed into each joint.

Actually, it would have been fine to do it moderately and stop.

But I carefully examined Broshul’s curved fingers.

In my previous life, when I was left alone as a child, books were the only thing I could rely on.

Broshul would stay late at the library for me, and sometimes teach me when there was something I didn’t understand in books.

It might have been a small kindness for someone with the position of library librarian, but it was greatly comforting to me at that time.

I applied the ointment to Broshul’s hands firmly and thoroughly, putting in the gratitude from that time.

“There, it’s done! How is it now, Librarian Grandfather?”

“The cooling sensation is much stronger than before. Thanks to this, I can barely feel the pain, so this is quite something.”

“Hehe, right?”

Broshul seemed to not dislike the herbal scent from his hands as he kept smelling it.

“Pirenthia.”

Then Grandfather called me.

He was looking at Broshul with a sulky face, as if something didn’t please him.

“What about this grandfather?”

He was probably envious that I was being affectionate with Broshul.

I felt like laughing, but I quickly took the ointment over so Grandfather wouldn’t feel left out.

When I actually approached him, I said confidently to Grandfather who was staring at me blankly.

“Your knees!”

“Huh?”

“Give me your knees, Grandfather!”

Grandfather asked in surprise.

“How do you know that my knees aren’t good?”

“You sometimes tap them like this.”

I imitated the action that Grandfather habitually did while speaking.

“Pirenthia…”

Grandfather looked at me and couldn’t say anything for a moment.

He seemed very moved that I knew about his aching spots.

“Grandfather, hurry!”

At my urging, Grandfather rolled up his pant leg to show his right knee.

I scooped up plenty of ointment again and diligently applied it to Grandfather’s knee.

With the thought of being a filial granddaughter massaging Grandfather’s aching leg.

Unlike Broshul, Grandfather was quiet.

He just looked down at his knee where the ointment was being applied with his brow slightly furrowed.

“This is…”

Finally, Grandfather opened his mouth with a serious expression.

He moved his aching knee a few times, then looked at me with a big question mark attached.

“Wh-what is this, Pirenthia.”

“It’s medicine that Estira made!”

“I mean what kind of medicine…”

Grandfather seemed quite surprised, continuously bending and straightening his knee.

He seemed amazed that the pain wasn’t felt well because of the cooling sensation.

“It’s a family medicine passed down through generations that Estira modified slightly! How is it, Grandfather?”

The answer was already revealed in Grandfather’s expression, but I asked anyway.

Grandfather nodded and answered.

“If she can create medicine of this caliber, she’s worthy of receiving my recommendation letter.”

Broshul also laughed heartily and said.

“I’m already looking forward to what kind of results will come out when such a talent starts researching at an academy with proper facilities.”

Both of them were already in the mood to write ten recommendation letters for Estira.

“Estira will probably need a scholarship. Research funds and living expenses too!”

“That much is…”

Grandfather agreed far too easily.

With this, my allowance that I was going to contribute to Estira in case of emergency was saved.

But this isn’t the end.

I could see Grandfather reaching out toward the jar as if enchanted.

I triumphantly covered the jar’s lid and held it in my hand.

“Pirenthia?”

Grandfather looked at me in confusion.

I grinned and said.

“Estira says this medicine is incredibly easy to make.”

“Such a medicine is easy to manufacture?”

Grandfather seemed as shocked as when he first applied the medicine.

“So she wants to give a few of these medicines as gifts to Grandfather and Lord Broshul who are writing recommendation letters…”

As expected.

“Haha! What a well-mannered child!”

A bright smile spread across Grandfather’s face.

Lord Broshul also seemed very pleased, laughing “Hehehe!” while stroking his beard.

I watched both their reactions and casually threw out.

“Then wouldn’t other people like it too?”

Grandfather’s hearty laughter suddenly stopped.

Grandfather and my eyes met.

And I felt like I could see inside Grandfather’s mind for a moment.

Dozens of numbers seemed to flash by quickly, then Grandfather looked at me and smiled.

“Yes. I think very many people would like it.”

* * *

“Then I’ll go tell Estira this good news! Farewell to both of you!”

Pirenthia bowed politely then energetically opened the study door and left.

The light sound of her footsteps could be heard quickly fading away.

She seemed to be hurrying to run to Estira.

“That’s quite a miraculous medicine.”

Broshul opened the jar Pirenthia had left behind and looked curiously at the yellowish ointment inside.

The moment this medicine touched his skin, the joint pain that had persistently tormented him was instantly covered by a cool sensation.

And according to Pirenthia’s explanation, it wasn’t just a painkiller.

The base ingredient supposedly had the power to heal wounds and injuries themselves, so it was killing two birds with one stone.

Then Broshul noticed something strange.

Rulak had been unusually quiet since Pirenthia left.

“My Lord?”

Broshul cautiously called to Rulak.

That’s when it happened.

“Hahaha! That girl, haha!”

Laughter so loud it startled Broshul burst from Rulak.

Rulak was laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking.

“At my age, I thought there would be nothing left to surprise me!”

Remembering Pirenthia speaking so cleverly and precisely, Rulak laughed again.

“Not satisfied with two recommendation letters and a scholarship, she wants a portion of the profits from selling this medicine?”

That had been Pirenthia’s condition.

It was a fair demand.

This miraculous medicine was Estira’s invention after all.

The percentage of profits she requested was also very reasonable.

She had presented conditions that any conscientious trader would accept without further negotiation.

So Rulak had no choice but to readily accept his granddaughter’s proposal.

He couldn’t show a petty side to his young granddaughter.

Of course, if it had been anyone else, it would have been out of the question.

‘Could it be…?’

Perhaps even such thoughts had all been contained in that small head, Rulak mused.

“Broshul.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

“Our Pirenthia is quite clever, isn’t she?”

At Rulak’s question, Broshul also smiled and nodded.

“Lombardy’s future is bright.”

“Indeed. Lombardy’s future.”

It might have been adults being foolish about a child who was only eight years old.

But Rulak couldn’t take his eyes off the small jar in front of him for a long time.

* * *

The day for Estira’s departure came.

It was just a few days after I made the deal with Grandfather.

Since he was providing support anyway, Grandfather went all out.

Saying he couldn’t let Estira, who was carrying a recommendation letter from the Lombardi Family Head, live in a dormitory, he bought her a decent house near the Academy.

And he specially got permission from the Academy Dean for Estira to enter the Academy a little earlier than others to adapt in advance.

Now all that remained for Estira was to research diligently at the Academy while waiting for the ointment sales revenue to accumulate in her bank account.

With all the luggage loaded and the coachman holding the horse’s reins waiting, Estira looked at me with tears welling up in front of the carriage.

“Young Lady Pirenthia… How can I ever repay this kindness?”

“Oh come on. It’s all an opportunity you earned through your excellence, Estira.”

Though I said this with a smile, Estira shook her head while wiping away tears.

“If there’s any way I could somehow repay this kindness…”

I looked up at Estira intently.

And asked.

“Do you really mean that, Estira?”

“Of course! If there’s anything I can do for you, please tell me anything, Young Lady!”

Estira brightened at my words.

I hesitated for a moment then said.

“Then Estira, I have one favor to ask. It’s not a small favor.”

Estira clasped her hands together and answered with a determined expression.

“Please tell me, Young Lady.”

“Then…”

I looked straight at Estira and said.

“There’s a disease called Trenbru. You know about this disease, don’t you Estira?”

A terrible disease that begins with loss of sensation in hands and feet, stiffens all the body’s muscles, and eventually causes slow death by inability to breathe.

It was the cause of death for my father, Gallahan Lombardi, who would die in his mid-thirties.

“And there’s a medicinal herb called ‘Rozeng’ that grows wild in the region where the Academy is located. Please make a cure for Trenbru using that.”

“A cure for Trenbru…”

Estira’s voice trembled.

“How do you know that the herb Rozeng can become a cure, Young Lady…”

I didn’t answer.

“Young Lady…”

Estira’s trembling eyes looked at me.

I also looked back at such Estira.

And at some point, the trembling in those eyes looking at me stopped.

She seemed to have found her own answer.

And asked.

“Would I be able to create a cure for such a rare disease?”

Doubt about whether she could accomplish such a tremendous feat.

It was too heavy a burden to place on someone who was just now setting out on the path to become a researcher.

But I looked straight at Estira and answered.

“Yes, Estira can do it. You can create the cure.”

Because you’re the person who will create that cure.

Exactly three years after Father’s passing.

I had once heard news that a scholar named Estira, who had studied at the Lombardi Institute, had created a cure for Tlenbru based on an herb called Roseng.

However, in this life, she needed to create the cure a little faster than that.

That’s why I gave her the clue called ‘Roseng’ along with it.

“Estira will definitely be able to do it.”

This was the reason I had to send Estira to the Academy quickly, by any means necessary.

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